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 stuck two poppies into her hair, one on each side, with the new kanzashi behind them. The maid had touched her lips with beni. She had the patrician face of the old Yamato. And now, with parted lips and long eyes, she was questioning him tragically.

"Yes," he said, "I shall marry you."

The girl drooped her head for joy. She could not speak. But her heart was visibly leaping.

"She said that I ought to marry a Japanese girl. She is right. There are none more beautiful."

Glory looked quickly up.

"You thing I am beautiful?"

"Very," he said.

"As that other—with the purple eye?"

"Yes," he prevaricated. But he did not deceive her.

"Ah, I am jus' liddle beautiful." Her voice was sadder.

"Little," he corrected.

"Ah, yaes; liddle. You don' lig that United States' language?—yaet you as' me learn, so we may converse when you arrive back."

Still there was weariness in her melodious tones.