It would be acceptable. They would all be delighted and the crowd would be there to receive the honorable gentleman. And now, Molly was sure Otoyo would go. But Otoyo had something else on her mind, evidently. Molly sighed. Not for worlds would she hurt her small friend's feelings, but she did wish she had put a busy sign on the door. It had been such a perfect time to study, with Nance at a lecture and Judy practicing basket ball. "Will Mees Brown do me one great beeg favor?" began Otoyo with some embarrassment. "Yes, indeed. Anything." It appeared that Otoyo was very anxious to call on Professor Green and she wished Miss Brown to go with her. "You have seen the honorable Professor?" she asked innocently. "No, I have been to inquire every day, but Miss Fern told me he was not permitted to see visitors." For the first time in their acquaintance Molly saw Otoyo show signs of real displeasure. "Mees Fern?" she repeated. "She cannot say no and yes. It is for the nurse to say." Molly admitted that she had not seen the nurse. "Then you will come?" cried Otoyo, with almost as much enthusiasm as she had shown over the coming visit of her honorable father. "But----" began Molly. "You will so kindlee go this afternoon?" broke in the voluble little Japanese. "Will four o'clock be an hour of convenience?" "I really don't----" began Molly again. "You said 'anything,'" interrupted Otoyo. "You will not go back on poor little Japanese? You will come?" she finished, cocking her head on one side in her own peculiarly irresistible manner. Molly glanced at the clock. She had already lost nearly twenty minutes of her precious study hour. "Very well, little one, come for me at four," she said, and Otoyo fairly flew from the room before Molly could change her mind. Out in the corridor Miss Sen danced the Boston again, just a _pas seul_ to express her happiness. Of course Mees Brown should never know that she had just that moment come from seeing the great Professor. At four o'clock Otoyo again appeared at the door of No. 5. It was pouring down rain, but she had no intention of releasing Molly from her promise. In her miniature rain coat and jaunty red felt hat, she looked like a plump little robin hopping into the room. "You are readee?" asked Otoyo. "Why, I never dreamed you would go in the rain!" began Molly, looking up from her writing. Otoyo's face lengthened and the corners of her mouth drooped disconsolately. "Why, bless the child! Molly, aren't you ashamed to disappoint her?" cried Judy from the divan where she was resting after her athletic labors. "Why, Otoyo, dear, I didn't know you were so keen about it. Of course I'll go," said Molly remorsefully, fumbling in the closet for her over-shoes, while Nance calmly appropriated Judy's rain coat from the back of a chair where that young woman had flung it and held it up for Molly to slip into.