"She does look like our Irish cook"s grandmother," said Nancy.
Everybody laughed gaily and the feelings regarding the "Comet"s" new blue coat were dispelled. Nedda had been a welcome interruption.
"Papa always does the right thing," Billie announced presently. "I"m glad he did it now. I was a little hurt at first, of course. But I understand perfectly what his reasons were. Everybody will be looking out for a red motor car that runs over people and they"ll never recognize the "Comet"
It"s just as if he wore a disguise."
The dark blue car was, as a matter of fact, not nearly so conspicuous as he skimmed along over the road, and it was the very wisest thing Billie"s father could have done to change the color. Probably every man, woman and child in the mult.i.tude that had cl.u.s.tered around the car that day on Arakawa Ridge would be constantly on the look-out for the red machine, and never glance twice at the blue one.
"I do feel so inconspicuous and quiet and lady-like," remarked Billie when some time later they left the motor car in charge of Komatsu and went in to visit Shiba Temple in Shiba Park. These chapels are mostly the tombs of the Shoguns who for many years were powerful n.o.bles and who really ruled j.a.pan in place of the Emperor, a mere figurehead in those days. The magnificent tombs they built for themselves are now the very pride of Tokyo. Within the great red gates of the main temple, upheld with scarlet columns, wheeled flights of pigeons quite tame. The girls bought packages of grain from little booths and fed them and presently one of the pretty creatures perched on Mary"s wrist and ate from her hand.
"Don"t frighten him," she whispered, her eyes br.i.m.m.i.n.g with tears of pleasure.
All the afternoon the tourists wandered through the wide courts where were armies of stone lanterns placed in exactly the right spots. They pa.s.sed softly flowing fountains wherein the worshippers washed themselves and climbed stately stairs by fern-set walls. Court within court they entered adorned with magnificent paintings and carvings of marvelous workmanship. They walked through the great hall of books where scrolls of immense value are kept, each swathed in silk and lying in its own lacquer box. At last dazzled and silenced by the succession of magic courts, they returned to the outer world of the living, and climbed into the motor car.
"Before we go home, don"t you think we had better inquire for Mme.
Fontaine?" Billie suggested.
Miss Campbell a.s.sented. So long as they did not go in, she was quite willing.
They found the gate of the Widow of Shanghai"s garden stretched wide open; a jinriksha was about to pa.s.s into the street. A j.a.panese lady in a rich costume was the occupant. She exchanged one swift glance with Billie and quickly looked the other way. Billie started slightly. She felt uncomfortable. It seemed to her that she had been looking straight into the eyes of Mme. Fontaine.
"Did you notice," said Mary, "that the j.a.panese lady in the "riksha wore her arm in a sling?"
No, they had not noticed it, but there was nothing remarkable in that. No one even commented on the fact, while they waited for Komatsu to inquire and leave their cards.
"Mme. Fontaine was still very much indisposed," the message came back, "but she would be glad if the ladies would enter and have some refreshment. She regretted she would not be able to see them herself."
The ladies would not enter, however, as it was nearing the hour when Mr.
Campbell would return and expect to find them in the garden waiting tea, and the "Comet" bore them swiftly home.
CHAPTER XII.
A THEATER PARTY.
"It"s very easy for a bachelor to entertain in j.a.pan," remarked Mr.
Buxton one afternoon in the Campbells" summer house. "A busy man is saved all bother and inconvenience if he wants to give a theater party, say, with a dinner to follow, by putting the affair in the hands of an "elder sister,""
"Suppose he hasn"t any elder sister," put in Miss Campbell feeling slightly offended. Perhaps she was older than Mr. Buxton, but she was sure she didn"t look it and she had no intention of being designated as his "elder sister."
"Oh, but he always has," replied Mr. Buxton. "A j.a.panese providence always provides a _Nesan_, or elder sister, for persons desiring to entertain. All she requires of you is to leave her alone and pay the bill."
Miss Campbell felt somewhat mollified.
"But what does she do?" asked Mary.
"She does all the work, makes all the arrangements, engages the boxes and the "rikshas, orders the dinner, tells you how to act; in fact, does everything any good elder sister would do to oblige a little brother."
The others smiled at this droll notion but there was something rather touching, too, about the simple t.i.tle of elder sister or _Nesan_ for this efficient and reliable individual who took all the burdens on her own shoulders. As a matter of fact a _Nesan_ is the proprietor of a tea house and her business is to get up entertainments.
"And it is for this reason," continued Mr. Buxton, "that I am able to ask all of you for the honor of your company to the theater to-morrow at three and later to dinner. I could never have undertaken it alone, but having been provided with an efficient relative older and wiser than I am, although she looks to be under thirty, I feel no uneasiness whatever."
"I am inclined to accept your reluctant invitation on the spot, Buxton,"
laughed Mr. Campbell, "for self and family."
"I didn"t intend it to appear reluctant," answered the Englishman. "I only wanted to a.s.sure you that if you would do me the honor of coming to the entertainment, all things would be correctly carried out according to j.a.panese etiquette and there would not be a hitch in the whole affair.
Will you come?"
"We shall be delighted, Mr. Buxton," answered Miss Campbell.
"I thought you would," he added. "Indeed, I was so certain of it that the little _Nesan_ has already got a list of the guests and the whole thing has been arranged."
"And to make a.s.surance doubly sure, you thought you would just mention the matter to us?" asked Mr. Campbell, who enjoyed teasing this rather odd and amusing old bachelor.
"How do we dress?" asked Nancy.
"I never thought to ask the _Nesan_ how the ladies should dress. But if you take my advice, I should say comfortably. That is, if you can. I believe a woman"s clothes are never really comfortable."
"Mine are," broke in Billie, poised on the railing of the summer house swinging her feet carelessly.
"Would you have us dress like men?" demanded Miss Campbell indignantly.
"No indeed, Madam," answered the bachelor, "but in your present costume, you must admit that it would be difficult to sit on the floor."
"But I don"t wish to sit on the floor," exclaimed the spinster. "It"s a perfectly absurd custom. Besides, you are edging away from the main point--trying to draw out of the--"
"There will be no chairs to-morrow," interrupted the other, blinking his eyes like a wise old bird. "And," he continued as he took his departure, "neither will there be any knives and forks."
"I shall take mine along, then," called Miss Campbell, whose discussions with the bachelor kept them in a constant state of amus.e.m.e.nt.
"It would be an unpardonable breach of etiquette," he called over his shoulder. Presently he turned back and added, "You are not to use that infernal machine for my party. The _Nesan_ provided "rikshas for all guests."
"But that"s just an additional expense to you, Buxton," cried Mr.
Campbell.
"I know it perfectly well and I so suggested to my elder sister, but she didn"t seem to understand, and I decided I would rather hire a gross of "rikshas than try and make her. So you may expect three of "em to-morrow at a quarter past two. The performance begins at three."
"Dear old "Comet," he"s always getting slighted nowadays," remarked Billie. "He never gets to go anywhere."
"He"s probably glad enough to sit in his cell and meditate on the mutability of human events," answered Mr. Buxton, and this time he really did go.
It happened therefore that the "Comet" was once more left in humiliating retirement while his young mistresses rode off in jinrikshas which appeared at the door exactly at the hour mentioned by the host of the afternoon. Indeed the motor car had good reason to be a disgruntled machine. He never did seem to be a part of the j.a.panese landscape like the graceful "riksha. As a matter of fact he was a blot on the scene and entirely out of place against a background of an ancient temple or a group of picturesque individuals in clothes more brilliant in hue than his own boyhood coat.
Converging from various points in Tokyo but all timed to meet at the theater door exactly at five minutes to three, came the other guests of the party in "rikshas provided by the _Nesan_. Mme. Fontaine was one of these.