the shrine and exchanged embarrassed glances. O'Kami Sail drew back a
step or two. It was their intention to creep away as noiselessly as
possible and leave the unhappy worshiper at the shrine none the wiser
that she had been observed by profane, foreign eyes. But at this moment a
temple bell not far off sent out a clear silver note in the stillness.
The bright-colored heap stirred into life and the sorrowful worshiper
rose and looked about her bewildered.

It was Onoye, as they had suspected, and Mary recalled that it was the
second time she had seen the Japanese girl crying miserably when she
thought she was alone.

Onoye tried to smile when she saw the three young ladies of the house
looking at her with great concern. She ran to Billie and fell on her
knees.

"Forgive, gracious lady," she said, endeavoring to compose her expression
to its usual tranquility.

"Why, you poor dear, what have I to forgive?" exclaimed Billie, trying to
raise Onoye to her feet.

"Why are you so unhappy, Onoye? Is there anything we can do for you?"
asked Elinor.

"Do tell us and let us help you," put in Mary.

But Onoye was silent.

"O'Kami San, will you not ask her?" said Billie. "Perhaps she would tell