"Oh," gasped Nancy, in amazement.
But Billie was determined not to be surprised.
"Take my word for it, Nancy; one of the servants put out the lights by mistake, thinking we had finished in here for the night, and when you returned he or she was frightened and lit them again, thinking that honorable American young lady might be displeased."
Nancy found her handkerchief.
"Very well," she said. "If that is your expert opinion I am willing to abide by it, but I was fright--"
Before she could finish one of the long French windows blew open and a gust of wet wind extinguished the lamp on a table near the window. Billie marched boldly over and closed and bolted the window.
"Whoever it was," she said, "must have got out this way."
The girls exchanged a long glance of uneasy speculation. In the dim light of the remaining lamp the room seemed filled with shadows. Billie drew the heavy curtains across the cas.e.m.e.nt. Those at the other window were already drawn.
"Come along, Nancy-Bell," she exclaimed. "Thieves don"t blow out lights and then come back and relight them. It would be extremely unprofessional if they did and very reckless besides. It"s certain to be one of those timid little persons in a kimono. We had better be getting back to the drawing-room or Papa will be wondering what has become of us."
Hardly had they closed the door after them, when a figure, wrapped from head to foot in a long brown garment something like a cape, emerged from behind the other curtains. Whoever it was, whether man or woman, it was impossible to judge, opened the door, peeped cautiously into the pa.s.sage and, finding it quite empty, marched boldly out. In another moment the intruder had disappeared into the garden.
As the girls pa.s.sed along the hall they paused to notice the picturesque group of servants gathered near the door. There was a smile on every face, not a smile of ridicule, but of courteous enjoyment.
"Is there any rude person in the length and breadth of j.a.pan?" thought Billie, while Nancy once more counted heads and then shook her own thoughtfully.
"I don"t understand," she pondered, "but Billie is usually right, so I"ll just cease to worry."
CHAPTER VI.
CHERRY BLOSSOMS.
A few hours of brilliant sunshine and all the dampness had been sucked up from the earth; the air was warmed and dried and the mists rolled back from the garden, revealing a fairy-land too exquisite to be real.
Something especially wonderful had happened that morning. The faces of the little maids had been filled with a joyous expectancy as they hurried from room to room on their household duties. A mysterious smile hovered on the lips of Komatsu when he appeared to receive his orders. Even old O"Haru was secretly immensely pleased about something, but they all had evidently agreed among themselves to keep the great news secret until the psychological moment had arrived when the ladies of the house and Mr.
Campbell had a.s.sembled on the piazza just before breakfast.
When this occurred word was swiftly and silently conveyed over the household and all persons belonging to the domestic staff instantly gathered in the hall and doorway.
"Why, what on earth is the matter with them?" Miss Campbell asked uneasily. "Will you please look: the entire household collected in the front hall."
Mr. Campbell was as much at a loss as his cousin.
"They look as if they were going to play a joke on us," observed Billie, "Did you ever see anything so guileless and simple-hearted as they are?"
"Oh, I know what it is," cried Mary, clasping her hands with delight.
"There," she said, pointing to the old gardener, who was approaching by way of one of the paths. There was an inimitable smile on his face, and he carried tenderly and gingerly a double handful of brown branches on which cl.u.s.tered delicate pink blossoms.
"It"s the cherry blossoms! They are in bloom!" Mary shouted in her enthusiasm. "That"s why they are all so delighted. The dears! They are just like a lot of children."
The crown of the year for the j.a.panese had indeed arrived, the season when every cherry tree becomes a magnificent nosegay which has caught the sunset"s glow, and all the world goes forth to view the splendid sight.
The love of these people, young and old and of all cla.s.ses, for flowers, and particularly for cherry blossoms, is touching in its simplicity and sincerity.
The old gardener was himself a delightful picture in his blue cotton, tunic-like coat, queer, tight-fitting trousers and an enormous hat that resembled an inverted flower basket. Against the coa.r.s.e blue of his tunic rested the delicate rosy cloud of blossoms. With an elaborate bow he presented Mr. Campbell and each of the ladies with a branch. "Him muchly more big soon all same," he said.
"Thank you, Saiki. They are very beautiful," said Miss Campbell, speaking in the distinct, loud tone she used for persons not understanding her own language.
The girls exclaimed and admired and Mr. Campbell was delighted. He felt a kind of reverence for the old man"s simple unaffected love of beauty. In the meantime, the regiment of servants who had witnessed and enjoyed the ceremony of presenting the first cherry blossoms to the master and mistress of the house retired to their various occupations.
The pleasure and surprise of the foreigners over the beauty of the cherry blossoms would be a memory for these humble people to cherish all their lives. Perhaps they had never seen the like before, these honorable barbarians; certainly nothing so perfect as the double blossom, of a delicacy and shade not to be surpa.s.sed.
Later at the breakfast table Billie concocted a scheme.
"Papa," she began, "can"t we take the "Comet" and go sight-seeing? It would be such fun, and while the "rikshas are very nice, we are so separated, we can"t all sympathize together as we usually do."
"A kind of sympathy in detachments, is it?" asked Mr. Campbell. "But I wanted to go with you on your first ride in the "Comet." I don"t know just how the people will take to a girl"s driving a red "devil-wagon," as they call it."
"Why not let Komatsu go along?"
"What do you think, Cousin?" asked Mr. Campbell.
Up to this time Miss Campbell had kept out of the discussion. The truth is, she yearned to relieve the tedium of life by taking a trip in the red motor car.
"Couldn"t you get away and go with us?"
"Impossible this afternoon, because I have an appointment to meet some very distinguished persons to discuss various plans. One can hardly be polite enough as it is in this good-mannered country, and it would never do to break an engagement. In another week or so I shall be free to take the ladies on excursions."
"What is it all about, Papa?" asked Billie.
"Oh, government improvements, child. Things that are too important to be talked about." He pinched her cheek. "Well, beautiful American ladies, if you take Komatsu with you as interpreter and protector, guide and friend, I think you might be trusted to make a little cherry-blossom excursion in the "Comet." Only don"t go too far or too fast and on your life don"t run over anything, even a chicken, or there"ll be trouble for all concerned."
So it was settled, and after breakfast Billie rushed to the mysterious back premises of the place on the other side of the house, where various. .h.i.therto unsuspected industries seemed to be in progress. There was a kitchen garden hidden by a hedge of althea bushes, a chicken yard, and in a most picturesque building, used by the Spears for a carriage house, the "Comet." So far they had been unable to find a chauffeur, and Mr.
Campbell himself had gone over all the machinery and put it in order.
Billie cranked up, and, jumping into her old accustomed place, guided the motor car into the open. Komatsu came at a run from around the side of the house. He was so amazed at sight of Billie in the chauffeur"s seat that he could not conceal his feelings.
"Komatsu, we want you to go with us to-day. We want you to show us the cherry trees in Tokyo and Uyeno Park. I suppose we couldn"t get to all the famous cherry blossom places in one afternoon?"
"Him fast runner. No sakura all same see."
"No, no. We shall go quite slowly. We want to see everything."
In less than an hour the _hanami_, signifying in j.a.panese a picnic to a famous place to view certain flowers in season, conducted on the most modern lines in a red motor car, proceeded on its way. Komatsu, a strangely incongruous figure, sat on the front seat beside Billie.
On the way to Tokyo the "Comet" created a sensation. All the varied wayfarers on that picturesque highway paused and stared, pointing and gesticulating.
The city was a vision of beauty. Most of its broad avenues are lined with close set rows of cherry trees which were now bursting into blossom in all the most delicate and exquisite shades of pink known to nature.
Komatsu guided them about the city with a kind of pleased and gratified delight as if he were showing his own property. Sometimes he stood up and pointed to the feathery tops of carefully nurtured cherry trees, glimpses of which could be seen over the high walls surrounding private gardens.