against the boy's shoulder. It was not only complete surrender, but
allegiance to the conqueror.

Dick rose, red and confused. Then he climbed into the jinrikisha,
trying to ignore the smiles of the man.

Yuki Chan, with her hands joined just below her sash, bent her body
like a half-shut jack-knife.

"Arigato--arigato," she said politely, as she bowed again and again.

"Him say t'ank you," interpreted the jinrikisha man.

"Good-by," called Dick. "Don't forget--be good!"

Yuki Chan watched the back of the jinrikisha and the swinging brown
legs of the jinrikisha man that showed beneath. She had forgotten the
cat, but she still remembered the kind look in the blue eyes of the
boy.

"Yuki, Yuki!" came the voice of the mother in her native tongue.
"Come, the feast is prepared, and the sandals are worn from my feet
running to seek you. Hurry! before the red beans grow cold."

The child sent a long-drawn "Hei" in answer to her mother, then to
herself she said over and over:

"Be goodu--be goodu."

She had heard the words a few times before, but they were associated