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 go'n' live. Mebby she don' fine out. Mebby she don' keer if she do fine out. Sa-ay—you got speak those speech 'bout igles an' suffering free-dom. Me? I 'm sawry—ver' sawry. But—what kin you do?"

Well, Bob did not see any more than Kohana-San what he could do. But fate seemed inscrutable. He looked, as he had so often done, at the brave little girl in wonder and admiration.

"You 're not bashful, nor—nor—a chump!" he accused, then.

"No," confessed Kohana-San, with down-dropped head.

Now it happened that this was a very charming pose for her.

"Only bewitching," said Bob.

"Yaes," confessed the girl, again.

"I wish I were like you," sighed Bob.

"Be-witch-ing? "

"You could make that speech."

"Yaes," sighed Kohana-San, "but I could not wear those coat."

"No; the whole silly business goes together"; and he ruefully regarded his faultlessly gloved hands. Kohana-San did the same.

"Leviathan, are n't they? "