toyo.

"Why, Miss Sen, you naughty little thing, I believe this visit was all
arranged beforehand," exclaimed Molly.

But Miss Sen only laughed and not one word of excuse or explanation
would she give.

"Otoyo, you are as deep as deep----" Molly began.

But Otoyo pressing closely to her side, looked up into Molly's face and
smiled so sweetly it was impossible to scold her.

"You are very kindlee to humble little Japanese girl," she said. "Better
than all the young ladies of Wellington, I like you best, Mees Brown.
There is no one so good and so beautiful----"

"You outrageous little flatterer, you are changing the subject," cried
Molly.

"With all my honor, I give you assurance that I speak trulee."

"You make me very happee, then," laughed Molly, "but what has that got
to do with Professor Green?"

"Did I say there was any connecting?" asked Otoyo innocently.

And so Miss Sen, unfathomable and still guileless, never explained about
the stolen visit, and Molly Brown, baffled and still glad in her heart,
had to think up any explanation she could.

CHAPTER VIII.

BARBED ARROWS.

"I don't know which was the most highly polished, his manners or his
shiny bronze face," ejaculated Judy when the door of No. 5 had closed
upon Otoyo and her honorable father.

The small grizzled Japanese gentleman had taken tea American fashion
with his daughter's Quadrangle friends. With punctilious enjoyment he
had eaten everything that was offered to him, cloudbursts, salmon
sandwiches, stuffed olives and chocolate cake. The girls had heard that
raw carp was a favorite Japanese dish, and salmon being the only fish
convenient, they had bought several cans of it in the village in honor
of the national taste.

"Wasn't his English wonderful?" put in Margaret. "He said to me, 'I
entertain exceedingly hopes in my daughter's educationally efforts.'"

"He asked me if I were quadrangular," laughed Edith. "I said no,
quadrilateral."

"The funny part of it was that he used all those big words and spoke
with such a perfect accent and yet he didn't understand anything we
said," observed Molly. "All the time I was telling him how much we loved
Otoyo and what a dear clever child she was, he blinked and smiled and
said: 'Indeed. Is it truly? Exceedingly interestingly.'"

While they were laughing and discussing Otoyo's father, Adele Windsor,
Judy's new bosom friend, walked into the room. She had formed a habit of
entering their