"But not the goddesses?"
They laughed together, and she drew confidently a little closer to him.
"Listen; I go'n' tell you a thing. You not in fun—not?"
"I mean every word," declared Garland, " and more than I have words to mean."
"An" you lig be tell?"
"That is what I am waiting so impatiently for—to be tell."
"Tha' 's nize. Eijinsan 'most always fun. Nobody but you aever lig those hair an' eye. Aeverybody hate me. Why? Account they say I b'long pink-face people. Account my fadder he sei yo jin—a west-ocean mans. I di'n' do so unto those hair an' eye! I cannot help. Me? When I see you got those purple eye lig unto me, an' also those yellow hairs, an' all pink in the face, I thing mebby you go'n' lig me liddle—lig I was brodder an' fadder with you. Also, I thing mebby you go'n' take me away with you—beyond those west-ocean, where pink-face people live. Me? Don' you thing those pink-face people lig me liddle if I come unto them?"
"God bless you—yes," said Garland, with something suspiciously tender in voice and
