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 "Oh, did I? " he laughed.

"Ah, how you forgit, Ji-Saburo! An' how I remember—lig I naever kin forgit! Ah—ah—ah! Mister—seem lig I got call you so—I been tell so moach. An' you got on those square clothes which seem too large at 'most all the places. Ah, Japanese clothes made for jus' Japanese an' no one else; an' Japanese made for jus' Japanese clothes an' no other else. Aha, ha, ha! Tha' 's why I got call you Mister, I egspeg."

"What a sprite you are!"

"Now wha' 's that?"

They had risen from the mats, and he illustrated his absurd idea of the phrase elaborately, saying, besides, that a sprite is a being to be caressed and kissed and loved—to save men's souls.

"I—thing you bedder—not!—don' you—then?—Mebby I lose you your soul?"

But she was very doubtful of it. And he had no doubt at all. It was the American way, he proudly explained.

"Ah! I am happier than I have aever been sinze I was borned! All the evil years are blotted out by jus' this one liddle minute! So—I don' keer who teach you—jus' if you teach me, aha, ha, ha! You lig do that