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“What! A baby of ten learn jiu-jitsu?”

“Eleven,” corrected Plum Blossom. “His grandfather was samurai. Ver’ well. That grandfather’s friend teach him jiu-jitsu—a few tricks of jiu-jitsu.”

“What for? Will he, too, fight the Russians?” inquired Miss Summer, sarcastically.

“N-no,” said Plum Blossom, dubiously, “but he says he will fight somebody.”

“And little Juji,” put in Iris, “has a fine present for our dear mother.”

“What is it?”

“A bag of peanuts!”

“That’s nize. How can I keep this hat on. It falls off if I move.”

“You must pin it on,” suggested Plum Blossom, “for so the fashion-books say. There, take one of your hair-pins.” She adjusted the hat back to front on Summer’s head, and fixed it firmly in place with a long hair-dagger she took from the girl’s coiffure.

Summer found a seat and began to fan herself languidly. “My sleeves feel very heavy to-day,” said she.

“Why?”

“They are much weighted,” declared Summer; “I carry in them five love-letters.”

“Oh! Oh-h! From our Gozo? Why, has he already written to you, Summer?”