I glanced to Miss West for sympathy.
She laughed frankly, and said: "You see, father never has any sailors.

And it's a good plan, too." "A very good plan," Mr.Pike muttered.
Then Miss West kindly led the talk away from that subject, and soon had us laughing with a spirited recital of a recent encounter of hers with a Boston cab-driver.
Dinner over, I stepped to my room in quest of cigarettes, and incidentally asked Wada about the cook.

Wada was always a great gatherer of information.
"His name Louis," he said.

"He Chinaman, too.

No; only half Chinaman.
Other half Englishman.