entleman and I intend to live the life of one.
As for speaking, we Japanese never speak unless we have something to
say. I had something to say, and I said it. You heard me, madam.
Those children are our sons and you will not change their clothes."

Takeo turned around in a very sedate manner and returned to his corner
and sat down.

"I told you it would not turn out well," said Paper Doll to Teddy Bear.
"Oh, poor Marie Doll, what a life you will lead!"

But Marie Doll was still looking at her husband, and she did not hear
what Paper Doll said. She was smiling at Takeo. "Such dignity," she
whispered to herself, "and how masterful he is. I shall never dare
disobey him.

"Oh, you little darling boys! How I love you! You are just like your
handsome father." And Marie Doll hugged her children to her and began
to rock them.

"She is crazy," said Teddy Bear. "Marie would never give in if she
were in her right mind, I know."

"She is in love," said Paper Doll. "She has found a master, and some
women love to have a master."

"You women are queer creatures," said Teddy Bear. "I shall never
understand you."

"You are not supposed to understand us. You are supposed to love us,"
said Paper Doll.

MORNING-GLORY

[Illustration: Morning-glory]

Once upon a time there was a very little Morning-glory that grew on the
end of a high vine, and one day when the wind was blowing a brisk
breeze passed by the little Morning-glory, making it wish it, too,
could go along and see more of the world.

The big mother vine knew what was in the heart of her little Glory, so
she whispered soft words of love to it and told the little flower that
it must never follow the breeze, for he was a wanderer and might take
it far from its home, where it would be very unhappy and perhaps die
out in the cold world. But the silly little Morning-glory still wanted
to leave the big vine, and the next time the breeze came along it
pushed up its head and the breeze took it off the big vine and bore it
along with it far, far away.

But by and by the wind grew tired of carrying the little Glory, so it
dropped it, and when the Morning-glory looked around it found it was in
the midst of big tall trees and rocks and briers.

Vainly it tried to crawl along to a tree where it could twine itself
around and climb, but it was too small, and then the rain came and made
it cold and wet, and even the fickle wind did not come to it again.

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