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"Jong-Keena, Jong-Keena," they began again, while Mrs Tully remonstrated, "Now, Paula, you siht to be asha a triuhter as Paula took off one of her little chane boots and added it to the heap in Lute's lap

"It's all right, Aunt Martha," Paula assured Mrs Tully "Mr Ware's not here, and he's the only one ould be shocked--Co-Keena," she chanted on with her husband The repetition, at first slow, had accelerated steadily, so that now they fairly rippled through with it, while their slapping, striking palms made a continuous patter The exercise and excitement had added to the sun's action on her skin, so that her laughing face was all a rosy glow

Evan Grahanity He knew the "Jong-Keena" of old tieishas of the tea houses of Nippon, and, despite the unconventionality that ruled the Forrests and the Big House, he experienced shock in that Paula should take part in such a game It did not enter his head at the moment that he would have been o had the player been Lute, or Ernestine, or Rita Not till afterward did he realize that his concern and sense of outrage were due to the fact that the player was Paula, and that, therefore, she was bulking bigger in his iination than he was conscious of What he was conscious of at the ry and that he had deliberately to check hiarette case andring had joined the nation, was silent

"Jong-Keena, Jong-Keena," Paula laughed and sang on, and Grahah to Bert, "I don't see what she can spare next"

"Well, you know her," he heard Bert answer "She's gaets started, and it certainly looks like she's started"

"Hoy!" Paula and Dick cried simultaneously, as they thrust out their hands

But Dick's were closed, and hers were open Graham watched her vainly quest her person for the consequent forfeit

"Co, you hae danced; now pay the piper"