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 "You—thing—I go'n' 'way—while—you making—such—nize—speech!"

Bob was not quite sure whether she was sobbing or laughing.

"Speech! What speech? I must have been unconscious."

"That 'Git out!'"

It was certain that she was laughing now; but it was also certain that Mrs. Rawlins's nerves had broken, and that she was crying.

"Now, wait a minute, mother, till I get down here, and I 'll fix it all right with you. I can't make a speech."

"But—you—kin hole up—a—house!"

Kohana-San's words were disjointed by her struggles to get some of the fusuma out of their grooves and under the threatening beam.

The cadet carefully inserted his head between the fusuma to see if things were done falling. In Japanese houses occupied by Japanese there is seldom anything to fall; but it is quite the other way in Japanese houses occupied by foreigners.

"Come in!" shouted Bob. "Everything is down—but me; and I want to get down. Say, be useful, for once, won't you? Help