"You never will be. They will treat you like spun gla.s.s. You will take good care of the ladies, Komatsu," he said to the "riksha man who, leaning against the garden wall, resembled a bronze figure, brown and muscular.
"Gracious lady of fearing not need," answered Komatsu with an ingratiating smile as he stepped between the shafts of the "riksha.
"It is impossible to tell how much English they know and how much they don"t know," Mr. Campbell confided to his relative in a low voice. "They never ask twice and they always make some kind of an out at a reply. But I think, until I can go with you, it is safer for you to go in the "rikshas. The common people here aren"t used to motor cars and there are still some fanatics in j.a.pan, you know, who are opposed to every sort of progress and the invasion of foreign customs."
"Good-by, Papa," called Billie, "I do wish you were not a working man so that you could go with us."
"I am sorry I must be a laborer in the vineyards, Miss Wilhelmina," he answered, "but it"s only that you may ride in a fine carriage and wear a silk robe."
"Silk robe?" repeated Miss Campbell. "That"s just what I want. Komatsu, we wish to go to a silk shop," she ordered the man-servant, speaking very loud and distinctly as if she were addressing a deaf person.
Komatsu grinned amiably.
"I bring honorable lady to fine shop with quickness."
The next moment the three vehicles were flying along the road drawn by three tireless individuals, whose good nature, like the widow"s cruse, knew no diminishing.
It would be difficult to find in all the world a more beautiful city than Tokyo at this season of the year. It is really a city of gardens and everywhere are palms and pines and waving willow trees, magnificent arbors of wisteria not yet in bloom and splendid azalea bushes bursting into ma.s.ses of white and pink blossoms. Even the humblest brown cottage has its bit of garden, for the love of flowers is innate in every j.a.panese nature: it is a national trait.
"There is no prospect that isn"t graceful and picturesque," thought Mary watching an old fruit and vegetable man in front of them. He wore a dull blue cotton tunic much faded but still a heavenly color, and on either end of a pole resting on his shoulders was a flat brown basket filled with small oranges and vegetables of an unknown variety. Behind him walked an old woman in a dull brown and purple dress with an orange sash around her waist. Her back was burdened with a great bundle of bark. The sun was hot and many of the wayfarers carried paper umbrellas. Most of the women had babies swung on their backs and sometimes shiny little black eyes peeped out from the front of a kimono, the mother"s arms being engaged in supporting another burden on her back.
"It seems to me the women work very hard in this country," remarked Elinor severely, pointing to a cart filled with charcoal propelled by two women and a man. One of the women had a baby on her back and another child holding to her skirts.
"They do," said Mary. "Even the women in the upper cla.s.ses have to work hard. Don"t you remember what the missionary on the steamer told us? The wife is always the first one up in the household no matter how many servants she has. She has to bring her mean old mother-in-law a cup of tea and get out her husband"s clothes. The mother-in-law has had to work so hard when she was a daughter-in-law that she takes it out on her son"s wife later."
"I"d like to see an American wife ridden by her mother-in-law that way,"
broke in Elinor indignantly.
"But then the j.a.panese daughter-in-law"s turn comes later," said Mary laughing, "when she gets to be a mother-in-law. So it"s all nicely balanced."
But the streets were too interesting to pursue the subject of mother-in-law any further. They were pa.s.sing a row of open-fronted shops on the edges of which customers were squatted looking at materials while the proprietor bobbed and smiled and d.i.c.kered over his bargains. Red and yellow banners hung in a row from the roof of the shop, the gay colored hieroglyphics on them indicating what manner of goods were displayed within.
"Here"s a nice little silk shop, Komatsu. Let us stop here," called Miss Campbell.
But Komatsu only grinned over his shoulder and called:
"Too littleness for gracious big lady."
"But I like the looks of this place, Komatsu," said the gracious big lady helplessly.
However Komatsu had his own ideas of obedience and he trotted on, never pausing until he reached a large silk store thronged with clerks and customers.
Here all the "rikshas drew up and the girls alighted with Miss Campbell, who was a little red in the face but determined to overlook the annoyance of orders disregarded.
The front of the store was screened from the street by dark blue cotton curtains behind which was a roofed platform carpeted with matting. Here sat a group of clerks, each with his _soroban_ or adding machine at his side. Little j.a.panese boys, their shoulders loaded with bales of rich materials, staggered about, and through the open doors of the fire-proof warehouse they caught glimpses of costly stuffs stored away. An obsequious clerk who spoke excellent English came forward and presently, when their eyes became accustomed to the busy, brilliantly colored scene, they began to examine silk materials on their own account. Miss Campbell made each of her charges a present of _crepe de chine_ and still was not very much out of pocket. As they were about to leave, they were followed by a chorus of shouts.
"What in the world is the matter?" demanded Miss Campbell uneasily. "Has the place caught fire, or didn"t we give the right amount of change?"
"No, madam," answered the polite English-speaking clerk, who had accompanied her to the sidewalk. "They are saying farewell. In English it would mean, "Thanks for your continued favors.""
"Don"t mention it," said Miss Campbell. "We"ll come again."
The clerk smiled and bowed formally and once more they whirled away in their "rikshas. They visited many shops in Tokyo that morning. It was like a fascinating bazaar and it seemed impossible to tear themselves away, although Komatsu kept always close to their elbows and several times observed:
"Muchly more time. Come again."
At last, just as an ominous ma.s.s of black clouds had spread itself over the heavens, against which the brilliant colors of the signs and the people"s clothes stood out in bold relief, they started for home. But on the outskirts of the city great drops of rain pelted them in the face, the advance scouts of a tremendous downpour.
"Oh, Komatsu, we will ruin our clothes," cried Miss Campbell in alarm.
"You must take us somewhere until the rain is over."
They were pa.s.sing the high walls of a garden, the gate of which stood open. Without an instant"s hesitation Komatsu turned in and the three "rikshas raced up a broad walk toward a j.a.panese house at the end.
Several smiling hospitable persons whom they took to be servants ran out with large umbrellas made of oiled paper and protected the five ladies, who hurried unceremoniously into the house just as the heavens opened and the rain came down in bucketfuls.
Three j.a.panese ladies, seated on the floor drinking tea, rose quickly and made low formal bows. The five refugees from the storm returned the bows with some bewilderment.
"I do hope you will pardon this intrusion," Miss Campbell found herself saying. "The storm was so sudden and terrible, we fled to the nearest house."
One of the little j.a.panese ladies bowed. She was evidently the mistress of the house, but she spoke no English.
Miss Campbell pointed outside to the rain and made expressive signs indicative of haste. It was really like being in a deaf and dumb asylum.
Then the little lady smiled again and bowed again, and the others bowed.
"Good heavens, Billie, what am I to do? Must I continue to smile and bob and bow forever? Do come to my rescue!"
But the hospitable hostess now hurried from the room and presently reappeared followed by her maids, each of whom carried a little lacquered table. It was indicated that the American guests would confer a favor if they would seat themselves.
"I"ve never sat on the floor in my life," complained Miss Campbell in a low voice. "It will kill me. I am certain it will displace a ligament."
"You"ll just have to, Cousin. Try sitting on your feet. That"s the way they do."
"I think tailor-fashion would be easier," answered the poor lady. "Don"t help me. They might take it for rudeness. Everything is bad manners in this country."
Crossing her feet, she slid slowly to the floor. The visitors were promptly served with delicious tea, rice cakes, candied fruits and other confections molded and colored like the flowers in season.
Certainly that was one of the most silent and ceremonious tea parties ever given. It was all dumb show, but the manners of the three j.a.panese ladies were exquisite. While this excruciatingly polite scene transpired, there raged such a storm of wind and rain that at each moment they feared the fragile bamboo and rice paper abode would be blown from its slight foundations.
"They won"t lose much if it"s blown away," thought Billie. "There"s not a stick of furniture to be seen except a screen."
In one corner of the room was a splendid vase almost as tall as she was, and on the wall hung a scroll showing two women gathering cherry blossoms. On the floor were soft mats fitted closely together.
Suddenly Billie blushed scarlet.
"Oh, Cousin Helen," she exclaimed. "We forgot to take off our shoes."
"Don"t speak to me," answered her relation. "My legs have gone to sleep and I have lost the power to move them. I am in an agony of pain."
At this moment a figure darkened the doorway. The three j.a.panese women rose and bowed low and the servants made obeisances. The five Americans were amazed to recognize their friend of yesterday, Yoritomo Ito. He was quite as amazed as they were, although he did not show it except by the flick of an eyelash, because no well-bred j.a.panese ever shows surprise.