“Yousee，“saidAlanwithasigh，pushingoverthepaperstoBarbara，whoreadthemcarefullyonebyone。
“Isee，“sheansweredpresently。“Itiswartotheknife。Alan，Ihatetheideaofit，butperhapsyouhadbettergoaway。Whileyouareheretheywillharassthelifeoutofyou。“
Meanwhilewiththeaidofabigjack-knifeandthedining-roompoker，Jeekiehadprizedoffthelidofthebox。ChancingtolookroundBarbarasawhimonhiskneesmutteringsomethinginastrangetongue，andbowinghiswhiteheaduntilittouchedanobjectthatlaywithinthebox。
“Whatareyoudoing，Jeekie？“sheasked。
“MakebowtoLittleBonsa，MissBarbara，tellherhowgladIamseehercomebackfromtown。Shelikefeelwelcome。Nowyoucomebowtoo，LittleBonsatakethatascompliment。“