CHAPTER VIII.

THE COMPASSIONATE GOD, JIZU.


Miss Campbell was very dubious about having invited Mme. Fontaine to
dine.

"Of course she was very kind," she remarked, "and we owe her a great
deal, but I wish we could show our appreciation in some other way. We
don't know anything about her: who she is; where she came from; whether
she has any family."

"But, my dear cousin," said Mr. Campbell, who had wandered about the
world so much that he was accustomed to taking people without any
questions, "what difference does it make? You say she is refined and
well-bred. We know she is kind because of what she did for us. But I will
make some inquiries about her if you like--"

"I never liked mixed bloods," interrupted Miss Campbell, not listening to
her relation.

"Everybody has some mixture of bloods," laughed Billie. "Look at
Mary--French and English; look at Elinor--Scotch and Irish."

"No, no," protested Miss Campbell "Those aren't the kinds of mixtures I
referred to. It's those queer Oriental bloods--yellow people and white
people."