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Web Development & Design Foundations with HTML5, 8th Edition
Instructor Materials Chapter 6 Test Bank
Multiple Choice. Choose the best answer.

1. To apply a style to one or more elements on a web page, configure a CSS

_____________.
a. group
b. id
c. class
d. None of the above

2. The box model consists of a content area surrounded by:

a. a border
b. padding, border, and margin
c. border and margin
d. spacing, border, and margin

3. The _______ is the area between the content and the border.
a. border
b. spacing
c. padding
d. none of the above

4. _________ flow displays the elements on the page in the order they appear in the
web page source code.
a. default
b. source code
c. browser
d. normal

5. Use ___________ positioning to slightly change the location of an element in relation

to where it would otherwise appear when rendered by a browser.
a. absolute
b. float
c. relative
d. display

6. The CSS to create the class called myfloat that floats to the right of the other page
content, has a 10px margin, and a solid border is:
.myfloat { float:right; margin:10px; border: 1px solid #000000; }
#myfloat { right:float: margin 10px; border: 1px solid #000000; }
.myfloat { float:right; 10px:margin; border: 1px solid #000000; }
.myfloat { float:right; margin:10px; border: on; }

7. The default value for the border property for an element is:
a. 1 pixel
b. 0 pixels
c. 3 pixels
d. 10 pixels

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8. When using the box model, the _____ is always transparent.

a. border
b. content
c. spacing
d. margin

9. Use an id to configure a style when:

a. the style could apply to more than one element on a page.
b. the style will apply to only one element on a page.
c. the style is used for all elements on a page.
d. None of the above

10. If an element is configured with ___________ the other content on the page will
appear to its left.
a. position:left;
b. position:relative;
c. float:left;
d. float:right;

11. Which of the following configures a margin for an element with the following values:
top margin 30 pixels, left margin 150 pixels, right margin 0 pixels, and bottom margin 0
pixels?
a. margin: 150px 20px 0 300px;
b. margin:top-30, left-150, right-0, bottom-0;
c. margin:30px 0 0 150px;
d. none of the above

12. Use the ________ property along with the left, right and/or top property to precisely
configure the position of an element.
position:absolute;
position:relative;
position:float;
absolute:position;

13. Use the ________ or _______ property to clear a float.

a. float or clear
b. clear or overflow
c. position or clear
d. overflow or float

14. Choose the example below that configures a comment in CSS.

a. <! comment !>
b. // comment //
c. /* comment */
d. << comment >>

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15. Choose the example below of a descendent selector that configures the anchor tags
with the nav element.
a. nav a
b..navigation a
c. #nav a
d. a nav

16. Select the example below that could be used to clear a right float.
a. clear: right;
b. clear: left;
c. right: clear;
d. overflow: right;

17. Select the example below that configures a container to clear all floated elements
that are within the container.
a. clear: both;
b. overflow: all;
c. overflow: auto;
d. clear: all;

18. When configuring the background color of an element, the background color is
applied to both the content and ______ areas.
a. border
b. padding
c. margin
d. extra

19. Use the _______________ property to configure an image to use as a bullet point in
an unordered list.
a. bullet-image
b. image-style
c. list-style-image
d. bullet-style-image

20. From the choices below select the correct order to code CSS pseudo-classes.
a. link, hover, visited, active
b. hover, link, active, visited
c. link, visited, hover, active
d. link, hover, active, visited

21. Set list-style-type to the value ___________ to hide the display of the list markers on
an ordered list.
a. none
b. hide
c. invisible
d. nodisplay

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22. The _______ pseudo-class configures the styles that will apply when the mouse is
on a hyperlink.
a. hover
b. click
c. active
d. over

23. The _____ pseudo-class configures the appearance of the hyperlink before it is
clicked.

24. Choose the HTML5 element below that is used to configure an area on a web page
that can stand on its own and could potentially be syndicated.
a. div
b. section
c. article
d. aside

25. The ________ HTML5 element is used to contain tangential or supplemental

content.
a. header
b. main
c. aside
d. section

26. Choose the item below that is not an HTML5 element.

a. footer
b. figure
c. wrapper
d. article

27. Choose the example below of a descendant selector that configures the anchor tags
within the element assigned to an id named special.
a. #special a
b. .special a
c. a#special
d. special#a

28. Use ___________ positioning to configure the location of an element to remain the
same and to not move even when the web page is scrolled within the browser viewport.
a. absolute
b. static
c. relative
d. fixed

29. The CSS universal selector is indicated by which of the following symbols?
a. %
b. #
c. ?
d. *

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Answers.

1. c

2. b

3. c

4. d

5. c

6. a

7. b

8. d

9. b

10. d

11. c

12. a

13. b

14. c

15. a

16. a

17. c

18. b

19. c

20. c

21.a

22. a

23. b

24. c

25. c

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26. c

27. a

28. d

29. d

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 "O-h-h-! Thas very nize. I wish it are leap year now," said Sunny
wistfully.

"Hit'll come, miss. Hit's on hit's way. A few months and then the
ladies' day will dawn," and Hatton, moving about with cheer, clucked
at the thought.

CHAPTER XI
A week after Bobs proposed to Sunny, Jinx, shining like the rising
sun by an especially careful grooming administered by his valet, a
flower adorning his lapel, and a silk hat topping his head, with a box
of chocolates large enough to hold an Easter bonnet in his hand,
and a smaller box of another kind in his vest pocket, presented
himself at Jerry Hammond's studio. Flowers preceded and followed
this last of Sunny's ardent suitors.

He was received by a young person arrayed in a pink pongee

smock, sleeves rolled up, revealing a pair of dimpled arms, hair in
distracting disorder, and a little nose on which seductively perched a
blotch of flour, which the infatuated Jinx was requested to waft away
with his silken handkerchief.

Sunny's cheeks were flushed from close proximity to that gas

stove, and her eyes were bright with the warfare which she waged
incessantly upon the aforesaid honourable stove. In the early days of
her appearance at the studio—by the way, she had been domiciled
there a whole month—Sunny's operations at the gas stove had had
disastrous results. Her attempt to boil water by the simple device of
turning on the gas, as she did the electric light was alarming in its
odorous effects, but her efforts to blow out the oven was almost
calamitous, and caused no end of excitement, for it singed her hair
and eyebrows and scorched an arm that required the persistent and
solicitous attention of her four friends, a doctor and the thoroughly
agitated Hatton, on whose head poured the full vials of Jerry's wrath
and blame. In fact, this accident almost drove Hatton to desert what
he explained to Sunny was the "water wagon."

After that Sunny was strictly ordered by Jerry to keep out of the
kitchen. Realising, however, that she could not be trusted on that
score, he took half a day off from the office, and gave her a full
course of instruction in the mysteries and works of said gas stove. It
should be assumed therefore that by this time Sunny should have
acquired at least a primary knowledge of the stove. Not so, however.
She never lit the oven but she threw salt about to propitiate the oni
(goblin) which she was sure had its home somewhere in that strange
fire, and she hesitated to touch any of the levers once the fire was
lit.

Most of the dishes created by Sunny were more or less under the
eye of Hatton, but on this day Hatton had stepped out to the
butcher's. Therefore Jinx's arrival was hailed by Sunny with
appreciation and relief, and she promptly lead the happy fellow to
the kitchen and solicited his advice. Now Jinx, the son of the
plutocratic rich, had never been inside a kitchen since his small
boyhood, and then his recollection of said portion of the house was
of a vast white place, where tiles and marble and white capped
cooks prevailed, and small boys were chuckled over or stared at and
whispered about.

The dimensions of Sunny's kitchen were about seven by nine feet,

and it is well to mention at this moment that the room registered 95
degrees Fahrenheit. Jinx weighed two hundred and forty-five
pounds, stripped. His emotions, his preparations, his hurry to enter
the presence of his charmer, to say nothing of a volcanic heart, all
contributed to add to the heat and discomfort of the fat young man
down whose ruddy cheeks the perspiration rolled. Jinx had come
upon a mission that in all times in the history of the world,
subsequent to cave days, has called for coolness, tact, and as
attractive a physical seeming as it is possible to attain.

Sunny drew her friend along to that gas stove, kneeled on the
floor, making room for him to kneel beside her—no easy "stunt" for a
fat man—opened the lower door and revealed to him the jets on full
blaze. Jinx shook his head. The problem was beyond him, but even
as his head shook he sniffed a certain fragrant odour that stole
directly to a certain point in Jinx's anatomy that Sunny would
quaintly have designated as his "honourable insides." The little
kitchen, despite its heat, contained in that oven, Jinx knew, that
which was more attractive than anything the cool studio could offer.
Seating himself heavily on a frail kitchen chair, which creaked
ominously under his weight, Jinx awaited hopefully what he felt sure
was soon to follow.

In due time Sunny opened the upper door of the oven, withdrew
two luscious looking pans of the crispest brown rice cakes, plentifully
besprinkled with dates and nuts and over which she dusted
powdered sugar, and passing by the really suffering Jinx she
transferred the pans to the window ledge, saying with a smile:

"When he are cool, I giving you one, Jinx."

Wiping her hands on the roller towel, she had Jinx pull the smock
over her head, and revealed her small person in blue taffeta frock,
which Jinx himself had had the honour of choosing for her.
Unwillingly, and with one longing backward look at those cakes, Jinx
followed Sunny into the studio. Here, removed from the intoxicating
effects of that kitchen, Sunny having his full attention again, he
came to the object of his call. Jinx sat forward on the edge of his
chair, and his round, fat face looked so comically like the man in the
moon's that Sunny could not forbear smiling at him affectionately.

"Ho! Jinx, how you are going to lig' those cake when he is getting
cold."
 Jinx liked them hot just as well. However, he was not such a
gourmand that mere rice and date cakes could divert him from the
purpose of his call. He sighed so deeply and his expression revealed
such a condition of melancholy appeal that Sunny, alarmed, moved
over and took his face up in her hand, examining it like a little
doctor, head cocked on one side.

"Jinx, you are sick? What you are eat? Show me those tongue!"

"Aw, it's nothing, Sunny—nothing to do with my tongue. It's—it's

—just a little heart trouble, Sunny."

"Heart! That are bad place be sick! You are ache on him, Mr. dear
Jinx?"

"Ye-eh—some."

"I sawry! How I are sawry! You have see doctor."

"You're the only doctor I need."

Which was true enough. It was surprising the healing effects

upon Jinx's aching heart of the solicitous and sympathetic hovering
about him of Sunny.

"Oh, Jinx, I go at those telephone ride away, get him Mr. Doctor
here come. I 'fraid mebbe you more sick than mebbe you know."

"No, no—never mind a doctor." Jinx held her back by force. "Look-
a-here, Sunny, I'll tell you just what's the matter with my heart. I'm
—I'm—in love!"

"Oh—love. I have hear those word bi-fore, but I have never feel
him," said Sunny wistfully.

"You'll feel it some day all right," groaned Jinx. "And you'll know it
too when you've got it."
 "Ad Japan nobody—love. Thas not nize word speag ad Japan."

"Gosh! it's the nicest word in the language in America. You can't
help speaking it. You can't help feeling it. When you're in love,
Sunny, you think day and night and every hour and minute and
second of the day of the same person. That's love, Sunny."

"Ah!" whispered Sunny, her eyes very bright and dewey, "I are
know him then!" And she stood with that rapt look, scarcely hearing
Jinx, and brought back to earth only when he took her hand, and
clung to it with both his own somewhat flabby ones.

"Sunny, I'm head over heels in love with you. Put me out of my
misery. Say you'll be Mrs. Crawford, and you'll see how quickly this
old bunged up heart of mine will heal."

"Oh, Jinx, you are ask me to make marry wiz you?"

"You bet your life I am. Gosh! I've got an awful case on you,
Sunny."

"Ho! I sawry I kinnod do thad to-day. I am not good ad my healt'.

Axscuse me. Mebbe some odder day I do so."

"Any day will do. Any day that suits you, if you'll just give me your
promise—if you'll just be engaged to me."

"Engaged?" Bobs had already explained to her what that meant,

but she repeated it to gain time.

"Why, yes—don't they have engagements in Japan?"

"No. Marriage broker go ad girl's father and boy's father and

make those marriage."

"Well, this is a civilised land. We do things right here. You're a

lucky girl to have escaped from Japan. Here, in this land, we first get
engaged, say for a week or month or even a year—only a short time
will do for you and me, Sunny—and then, well, we marry. How about
it?"

Sunny considered the question from several serious angles, very

thoughtful, very much impressed.

"Jinx, I do nod like to make marriage, bi-cause thas tie me up wiz

jos one frien' for hosban'."

"But you don't want more than one husband?"

Jinx remembered hearing somewhere that the Japanese were a

polygamous nation, but he thought that only applied to the favoured
males of the race.

"No—O thas very nize for Mormon man I am hear of, bud——"

"Not fit for a woman," warmly declared Jinx. "All I ask of you,
Sunny, is that you'll promise to marry me. If you'll do that, you'll
make me the happiest bug in these United States. I'll be all but
looney, and that's a fact."

"I sawry, Jinx, but me? I kinnod do so."

Jinx relapsed into a state of the darkest gloom. Looking out from
the depths of the big, soft overstuffed chair, he could see not a
gleam of light, and presently groaned:

"I suppose if I weren't such a mass of flesh and fat, I might stand
a show with you. It's hell to be fat, I'll tell the world."

"Jinx, I lig' those fat. It grow nize on you. And pleass do not loog
so sad on you face. Wait, I go get you something thas goin' make
you look smile again."

She disappeared into the kitchen, returning with the whole platter
of cookies, still quite warm, and irresistibly odorous and toothsome
looking. Jinx, endeavouring to refuse, had to close his eyes to steady
him in his resolve, but he could not close his nose, nor his mouth
either, when Sunny thrust one of the delicious pieces into his mouth.
She wooed him back to a semi-normal condition by feeding him crisp
morsels of his favourite confection, nor was it possible to resist
something that pushed against one's mouth, and once having
entered that orifice revealed qualities that appealed to the very best
in one's nature.

Jinx was not made of the Spartan stuff of heroes, and who shall
blame him if nature chose to endow him with a form of rich
proportions that included "honourable insides" whose capacity was
unlimited. So, till the very last cooky, and a sense of well being and
fulness, the sad side of life pushed aside _pro tem_, Jinx was
actually able to smile indulgently at the solicitous Sunny. She
clapped her hands delightedly over her success. Jinx's fingers found
their way to his vest pocket. He withdrew a small velvet box, and
snapped back the lid. Silently he held it toward Sunny. Her eyes
wide, she stared at it with excited rapture.

"Oh-h! Thas mos' beautifullest thing I are ever see."

Never, in fact, had her eyes beheld anything half so lovely as that
shining platinum work of art with its immense diamond.

"Just think," said Jinx huskily, "if you say the word, you can have
stones like that covering you all over."

"All over!" She made an expressive motion of her hands which

took in all of her small person.

Melancholy again clouded Jinx's face. After all, he did not want
Sunny to marry him for jewelry.

"I tell you what you do, Sunny. Wear this for me, will you? Wear it
for a while, anyway, and then when you decide finally whether you'll
have me or not, keep it or send it back, as you like."
 He had slipped the ring onto the third finger of Sunny's left hand,
and holding that had made him a bit bolder. Sunny, unsuspecting
and sympathetic, let her hand rest in his, the ring up, where she
could admire it to her heart's content.

"Look a here, Sunny, will you give me a kiss, then—just one. The
ring's worth that, isn't it?"

Sunny retreated hurriedly, almost panically?

"Oh, Jinx, please you excuse me to-day, bi-cause I lig' do so, but
Mr. Hatton he are stand ad those door and loog on you."

"Damn Hatty!" groaned Jinx bitterly, and with a sigh that heaved
his big breast aloft, he picked up his hat and cane, and ponderously
moved toward the door.

In the lower hall of the studio apartment, who should the

crestfallen Jinx encounter but his old-time friend, Jerry Hammond,
returning from his eight hours' work at the office. His friend's
greeting was both curt and cold, and there was no mistaking that
look of dislike and disapproval that the frowning face made no effort
to disguise.

"Here again, Jinx. Better move in," was Jerry's greeting.

Jinx muttered something inarticulate and furious, and for a fat

man he made quick time across the hall and out into the street,
where he climbed with a heavy heart into the great roadster, which
he had fondly hoped might also carry Sunny with him upon a
prolonged honeymoon.

CHAPTER XII
 Sunny poured Jerry's tea with a hand turned ostentatiously in a
direction that revealed to his amazed and indignant eye that
enormous stone of fire that blazed on the finger of Sunny's left
hand. His appetite, always excellent, failed him entirely, and after
conquering the first surge of impulses that were almost murderous,
he lapsed into an ominous silence, which no guile nor question from
the girl at the head of his table could break. A steady, a cold, a
biting glare, a murmured monosyllabic reply was all the response
she received to her amiable overtures. His ill temper, moreover,
reached out to the inoffensive Hatton, whom he ordered to clear
out, and stay out, and if it came down to that get out altogether,
rather than hang around snickering in that way. Thus Jerry revealed
a side to his character hitherto unsuspected by Sunny, though
several rumblings and barks from the "dog in the manger" would
have apprized one less innocent than she.

They finished that meal—or rather Sunny did—in silence electric

with coming strife. Then Jerry suddenly left the table, strode into the
little hall, took down his hat and coat, and was about to go, heaven
knows where, when Sunny, at his elbow, sought to restrain him by
force. She took his sleeve and tenaciously held to it, saying:

"Jerry, do not go out these night. I are got some news I lig' tell to
you."

"Let go my arm. I'm not interested in your news. I've a date of

my own."

"But Jerry——"

"I say, let go my arm, will you?"

The last was said in a rising voice, as he reached the crest of

irritation, and jerking his sleeve so roughly from her clasp, he
accomplished the desired freedom, but the look on Sunny's face
stayed with him all the way down those apartment stairs—he
ignored the elevator—and to the door of the house. There he
stopped short, and without more ado, retraced his steps, sprang up
the stairs in a great hurry, and jerking open his door again, Jerry
returned to his home. He discovered Sunny curled on the floor, with
her head buried in the seat of his favourite chair—the one occupied
that afternoon by the mischief-making Jinx.

"Sunny! I'm awfully sorry I was such a beast. Say, little girl, look
here, I'm not myself. I don't know what I'm doing."

Sunny slowly lifted her face, revealing to the relieved but

indignant Jerry a face on which it is true there were traces of a tear
or two, but which nevertheless smiled at him quite shamelessly and
even triumphantly. Jerry felt foolish, and he was divided between a
notion to remain at home with the culprit—she had done nothing
especially wrong, but he felt that she was to blame for something or
other—or follow his first intention of going out for the night—just
where, he didn't know—but anywhere would do to escape the
thought that had come to him—the thought of Sunny's probable
engagement to Jinx. However, Sunny gave him no time to debate
the matter of his movements for the evening. She very calmly
assisted him to remove his coat, hung up his hat, and when she had
him comfortably ensconced in his favourite chair, had herself lit his
pipe and handed it to him, she drew up a stool and sat down in front
of his knees, just as if, in fact, she was entirely guiltless of an
engagement of which Jerry positively did not intend to approve. Her
audacity, moreover, was such that she did not hesitate to lay her left
hand on Jerry's knee, where he might get the full benefit of the
radiant light from that ring. He looked at it, set down his pipe on the
stand at his elbow, and stirred in that restless way which portends
hasty arising, when Sunny:

"Jerry, Jinx are come to-day to ask me make marriage with him."

"The big stiff. I pity any girl that has to go through life with that
fathead."
 "Ho! I are always lig' thad fat grow on Jinx. It look very good on
him. I are told him so."

"Matter of taste of course," snarled Jerry, fascinated by the

twinkling of that ring in spite of himself, and feeling at that moment
an emotion that was dangerously like hatred for the girl he had done
so much for.

"Monty and Bobs are also ask me marry wiz them." Sunny
dimpled quite wickedly at this, but Jerry failed to see any humour in
the matter. He said with assumed loftiness:

"Well, well, proposals raining down on you in every direction. Your

janitor gentleman and landlord asked you too?"

"No-o, not yit, but those landlord are say he lig' take me for ride
some nize days on his car ad those park."

"The hell he did!"

Jerry sat up with such a savage jerk at this that he succeeded in

upsetting the innocent hand resting so confidingly upon his knee.

"Who asked him around here anyway?" demanded Jerry furiously.

"Just because he owns this building doesn't mean he has a right to
impose himself on the tenants, and I'll tell him so damn quick."

"But, Jerry, I are ask him come up here. Itchy fall down on those
fire escape, and he are making so much noise on this house when
he cry, that everybody who live on this house open those windows
on court, and I are run down quick on those fire escape and
everybody also run out see what's all those trouble. Then I am cry
so hard, bi-cause I are afraid Itchy are hurt himself too bad, bi-
cause he also are cry very loud." Sunny lifted her nose sky-ward,
illustrating how the dog's cries had emanated from him. "So then,
everybody very kind at me and Itchy, and the janitor gentleman
carry him bag ad these room, and the landlord gentleman say thas
all ride henceforth I have thad little dog live wiz me ad these room
also. He say it is very hard for liddle girl come from country way off
be 'lone all those day, and mebbe some day he take me and Itchy
for ride ad those park. So I are say, 'Thang you, I will like go vaery
much, thang you.'"

"Well, make up your mind to it, you're not going, do you

understand? I'll have no landlords taking you riding in any parks."

Having delivered this ultimatum as viciously as the circumstances

called for, Jerry leaned back in pretended ease and awaited further
revelations from Sunny.

"—but," went on Sunny, as if finishing a sentence, "that landlord

gentleman are not also ask me marry wiz him, Jerry. He already got
big wife. I are see her. She are so big as Jinx, and she smile on me
very kind, and say she have hear of me from her hosban', that I am
very lonely girl from Japan, and thas very sad for me, and she goin'
to take those ride wiz me also."
 "Hm!" Jerry felt ashamed of himself, but he did not propose to
reveal it, especially when that little hand had crept back to its old
place on his knee, and the diamond flaunted brazenly before his
gaze. Nobody but a "fat-head" would buy a diamond of that size
anyway, was Jerry's opinion. There was something extremely vulgar
about diamonds. They were not nearly as pretty as rubies or
emeralds or even turquoise, and Jerry had never liked them. Of
course, Miss Falconer, like every other girl, had to have her diamond,
and Jerry recalled with irritation how, as a sophomore, he had
purchased that first diamond. He neither enjoyed the expedition nor
the memory of it. Jinx's brazen ring made him think of Miss
Falconer's. However, the thought of Miss Falconer was, for some
reason or other, distasteful to Jerry in these days, and, moreover, the
girl before him called for his full attention as usual.

"So you decided on Jinx, did you? Bobs and Monty in the discard
and the affluent fat and fair Jinx the winner."

"Jerry, I are prefer marry all my friends, but I say 'no' to each one
of those."

"What are you wearing Jinx's ring for then?"

"Bi-cause it are loog nize on my hands, and he ask me wear it

there."

New emotions were flooding over the contrite Jerry. Something

was racing like champagne through his veins, and he suddenly
realised how "damnably jolly" life was after all. Still, even though
Sunny had admitted that no engagement existed between her and
Jinx, there was that ring. Poor little girl! A fellow had to teach her all
of the western conventions, she was that innocent and simple.

"Sunny, you don't want to wear a fellow's ring unless you intend
to marry him, don't you understand that? The ring means that you
are promised to him, do you get me?"
 "No! But I are promise to Jinx. I are promise that I will consider
marry him some day if I do not marry some other man I wan' ask
me also."

"Another man. Who——?"

Sunny's glance directed full upon him left nothing to the

imagination. Jerry's heart began to thump in a manner that alarmed
him.

"Jerry," said Sunny, "I going to wear Jinx's ring until that man also
asking me. I wan him do so, bi-cause I are lig' him mos' bes' of all
my frien'. I think——" She had both of her hands on his knees now,
and was leaning up looking so wistfully into his face that he tried to
avert his own gaze. In spite of the lump that rose in his throat, in
spite of the frantic beating of his heart, Jerry did not ask the
question that the girl was waiting to hear. After a moment, she said
gently:

"Jerry, Hatty are tell me that nex' year he are come a Leap. Then,
he say, thas perlite for girl ask man make marriage wiz her. Jerry, I
are goin' to wait till those year of Leap are come, and then, me? I
are goin' ask you those question."

For one thrilling moment there was a great glow in the heart of
Jerry Hammond, and then his face seemed suddenly to turn grey
and old. His voice was husky and there was a mist before his eyes.

"Sunny, I must tell you—Sunny, I—I—am already engaged to be

married to an American girl—a girl my people want me to marry. I've
been engaged to her since my eighteenth year. I—don't look at me
like that, Sunny, or——"

The girl's head dropped to the level of the floor, her hands
slipping helplessly from his knees. She seemed all in a moment to
become purely Japanese. There was that in her bowed head that
was strangely reminiscent of some old and vanished custom of her
race. She did not raise her head, even as she spoke:

"I wishin' you ten thousand year of joy. Sayonara for this night."

Sunny had left him alone. Jerry felt the inability to stir. He stared
into the dying embers of his fire with the look of one who has seen a
vision that has disappeared ere he could sense its full significance. It
seemed at that moment to Jerry as if everything desirable and
precious in life were within reach, but he was unable to seize it. It
was like his dream of beauty, ever above, but beyond man's power
to completely touch. Sunny was like that, as fragile, as elusive as
beauty itself. The thought of his having hurt Sunny tore his heart.
She had aroused in him every impulse that was chivalrous. The
longing to guard and cherish her was paramount to all other
feelings. What was it Professor Barrowes had warned him of? That
he should refrain from taking the bloom from the rose. Had he, then,
all unwittingly, injured little Sunny?

Mechanically, Jerry went into the hall, slowly put his hat on his
head and passed out into the street. He walked up and down 67th
Street and along Central Park West to 59th Street, retracing his steps
three times to the studio building, and turning back again. His mind
was in a chaos, and he knew not what to do. Only one clear purpose
seemed to push through the fog, the passionate determination to
care for Sunny. She came first of all. Indeed she occupied the whole
of his thought. The claim of the girl who had waited for him seven
years seemed of minor importance when compared with the claim of
the girl he loved. The disinclination to hurt another had kept him
from breaking an engagement that had never been of his own
desire, but now Jerry knew there could be no more evasions. The
time had come when he must face the issue squarely. His sense of
honour demanded that he make a clean breast of the entire matter
to Miss Falconer. He reached this resolve while still walking on 59th
Street. It gave him no more than time to catch the night train to
Greenwich. As he stepped aboard the train that was bearing him
from Sunny to Miss Falconer all of the fogs had cleared from Jerry's
mind. He was conscious of an immense sense of relief. It seemed
strange to him that he had never taken this step before. Judging the
girl by himself, he felt that he knew exactly what she would say
when with complete candour he should "lay his cards upon the
table." He felt sure that she was a good sport. He did not delude
himself with the idea that an engagement that had been irksome to
himself had been of any joy to her. It was simply, so he told himself,
a mistake of their parents. They had planned and worked this
scheme, and into it they had dumped these two young people at a
psychological moment.

CHAPTER XIII
For two days Sunny waited for Jerry to return. She was lonely and
most unhappy, but hers was a buoyant personality, and withal her
hurt she kept up a bright face before her little world of that duplex
studio. In spite of the two nights when no sleep at all came, and she
lay through the long hours trying vainly not to think of the wife of
Jerry Hammond, in the daytime she moved about the small concerns
of the apartment with a smile of cheer and found a measure of
comfort in her pets.

It was all very well, however, to hug Itchy passionately to her

breast, and assure herself that she had in her arms one true and
loving friend. Always she set the dog sadly down again, saying:

"Ah, liddle honourable dog, you are jos liddle dog, thas all. How
you can know whas ache on my heart. I do nod lig' you more for to-
day."

She fed Mr. and Mrs. Satsuma, and whistled and sang to them.
After all, a canary is only a canary. Its bright, hard eye is blank and
cold. Even the goldfish, swimming to the top of the honourable
bowl, and picking the crumb so cunningly from her finger, lost their
charm for her. Miss Spring Morning had long since been vanished
with severe Japanese reproaches for his inhuman treatment of
Sunny's first friends, the honourable mice, several of whose little
bodies Sunny had confided to a grave she herself had dug, with
tears that aroused the janitor gentleman's sympathy, so that he
permitted the interment in the back yard.

The victrola, working incessantly the first day, supplied merely

noise. On the second morning she banged the top impulsively down,
and cried at Caruso:

"Oh, I do not wan' hear your honourable voice to-day. Shut you
up!"

Midway in an aria from "Rigoletto" the golden voice was

quenched.

She hovered about the telephone, and several times lifted the
receiver, with the idea of calling one of her friends, but always she
rejected the impulse. Intuitively Sunny knew that until the first pang
of her refusal had passed her friends were better away from her.

Little comfort was to be extracted from Hatton, who was acting in

a manner that had Sunny not been so absorbed by her own personal
trouble would have caused her concern. Hatton talked incessantly
and feverishly and with tears about his Missus, and what she had
driven him to, and of how a poor man tries to do his duty in life, but
women were ever trouble makers, and it was only "yuman nature"
for a man to want a little pleasure, and he, Hatton, had made this
perfectly clear to Mr. Hammond when he had taken service with him.
 "A yuman being, miss," said Hatton, "is yuman, and that's all
there is to it. Yuman nature 'as certain 'ankerings and its against
yuman nature to gainsay them 'ankerings, if you'll pardon me saying
so, miss."

However, he assured Sunny most earnestly that he was fighting

the Devil and all his works, which was just what "them 'ankerings"
was, and he audibly muttered for her especial hearing in proof of his
assertion several times through the day: "Get thee be'ind me,
Satan." Satan being "them 'ankerings, miss."

In normal times Sunny's fun and cheer would have been of

invaluable assistance and diversion to Hatton. Indeed, his long
abstention was quite remarkable since she had been there; but
Sunny, affect cheer as she might, could not hide from the
sympathetic Hatton's gaze the fact that she was most unhappy. In
fact, Sunny's sadness affected the impressionable Hatton so that the
second morning he could stand it no longer, and disappeared for
several hours, to return, hiccoughing cravenly, and explaining:

"I couldn't 'elp it, miss. My 'eart haches for you, and it ain't
yuman nature to gainsay the yuman 'eart."

"Hatton," said Sunny severely, "I are smell you on my nose. You
are not smell good."

"Pardon me, miss," said Hatton, beginning to weep. "Hi'm sadly

ashamed of myself, miss. If you'll pardon me, miss, I'll betake myself
to less 'appy regions than Mr. 'Ammond's studio, miss, 'as it's my
desire not to 'urt your sense of smell, miss. So if you'll pardon me,
I'll say good-bye, miss, 'oping you'll be in a 'appier mood when next
we meet."

For the rest of that day there was no further sign from Hatton.
Left thus alone in the apartment, Sunny was sore put to find
something to distract her, for all the old diversions, without Jerry,
began to pall. She wished wistfully that Jerry had not forbidden her
to make friends with other tenants in the house. She felt the strange
need of a friend at this hour. There was one woman especially whom
Sunny would have liked to know better. She always waved to Sunny
in such a friendly way across the court, and once she called across
to her: "Do come over and see me. I want you to see some of the
sketches I have made of you at the window." Sunny pointed the lady
out to Jerry, and that young man's face became surprisingly inflamed
and he ordered Sunny so angrily not to continue an acquaintance
with her unknown friend, that the poor child avoided going near the
window for fear of giving offence.

Also, there was a gentleman who came and went periodically in

the studio building, and whose admiring looks had all but embraced
Sunny even before she scraped an acquaintance with him. He did
not live in this building, but came very frequently to call upon certain
of the artists, including the lady across the court. Like Jinx, he
always wore a flower in his buttonhole, but, unlike Jinx, his clothes
had a certain distinction that to the unsophisticated Sunny seemed
to spell the last word in style. She was especially fascinated by his
tan-coloured spats, and once, examining them with earnest curiosity
while waiting for the elevator, her glance arose to his face, and she
met his all embracing smile with one of her own engaging ones. This
man was in fact a well known dilettante and man about town, a
dabbler a bit himself in the arts, but a monument of egotism. He had
diligently built up a reputation as a patron and connoisseur of art.

One Sunday morning Sunny came in from a little walk as far as

the park, with Itchy. In spite of an unexpectedly hard shower that
had fallen soon after she had left, she returned smiling and perfectly
dry; excited and delighted moreover over the fortune that had
befallen her.

"Jerry!" she cried as soon as she entered, "I are git jost to those
corner, when down him come those rain. So much blow! Futen (the
wind god) get very angery and blow me quick up street, but the rain
fall down jos' lig' cloud are burst. Streets flow lig' grade river. Me? I
are run quick and come up on steps of house, and there are five, ten
other people also stand on those step and keep him dry. One
gentleman he got beeg umberella. I feel sure that umberella it keep
me dry. So I smile on those mans——"

"You what?"

"I make a smile on him. Like these——" Sunny illustrated

innocently.

"Don't you know better than to smile at any man on the street?"

Sunny was taken aback. The Japanese are a smiling nation, and
the interchange of smiles among the sexes is not considered
reprehensible; certainly not in the class from which Sunny had come.

"Smile are not bad. He are kind thing, Jerry. It make people feel
happy, and it do lots good on those worl'. When I smile on thad
gentlemen, he are smile ride bag on me ad once, and he take me by
those arm, and say he bring me home all nize and dry. And, Jerry,
he say, he thing I am too nize piece—er—brick-brack—" bric-a-brac
was a new word for Sunny, but Jerry recognised what she was trying
to say—"to git wet. So he give me all those umberella. He bring me
ride up ad these door, and he say he come see me very soon now as
he lig' make sure I got good healt'. He are a very kind gentleman,
Jerry. Here are his card."

Jerry took the card, glared at it, and began panically walking up
and down the apartment, raging and roaring like an "angery tiger,"
as Sunny eloquently described him to herself, and then flung around
on her and read her such a scorching lecture that the girl turned
pale with fright, and, as usual, the man was obliged to swallow his
steam before it was all exploded.

In parenthesis, it may be here added, that the orders given by

Jerry to that black boy at the telephone desk, embraced such a
diabolical description of the injury that was destined to befall him
should the personage in question ever step his foot across Jerry's
threshold, that Sambo, his eyes rolling, never failed to assure the
caller, who came very persistently thereafter, that "Dat young lady
she am move away, sah. Yes, sah, she am left this department."

It will be seen, therefore, that Sunny, a stranger in a strange land,

shut in alone in a studio, religiously following the instructions of
Jerry to refrain from making acquaintances with anyone about her,
was in a truly sad state. She started to houseclean, but stopped
midway in panic, recalling the Japanese superstition that to clean or
sweep a house when one of the family is absent is to precipitate bad
fortune upon the house. So she got down all of Jerry's clothes and
piously pressed and sponged them, as she had seen Hatton do,
being very careful this time to avoid her first mistake in ironing. So
earnestly had she applied herself to ironing the crease in the front of
one of Jerry's trousers that first time that a most disastrous accident
was the result. Jerry, wearing the pressed trousers especially to
please her, found himself on the street the cynosure of all eyes as he
manfully strode along with a complete split down the front of one of
the legs, which the too ardent iron of Sunny had scorched. Having
brushed and cleaned all of Jerry's clothes on this day, she prepared
her solitary lunch; but this she could not eat. Thoughts of Jerry
sharing with her the accustomed meals was too much for the
imaginative Sunny, and pushing the rice away from her, she said:

"Oh, I do nod lig' put food any more ad my insides. I givin you to
my friends."

The contents of her bowl were emptied into the pail under the
sink, which she kept always so clean, for she still was under the
delusion that said pail helped to feed the janitor gentleman and his
family.

All of that afternoon hung heavily on her hands, and she vainly
sought something to interest her and divert her mind from the
thought of Jerry. She found herself unconsciously listening for the
bell, but, curiously enough, all of that day neither the buzzer, the
telephone nor even the dumbwaiter rang. She made a tour of
exploration to Jerry's sacred room, lovingly arranging his pieces on
his chiffonier, and washing her hands in some toilet water that
especially appealed to her. Then she found the bottle of hair tonic.
Sniffing it, she decided it was very good, and, painfully, Sunny
deciphered the legend printed on the outside, assuring a confiding
hair world that the miraculous contents had the power to remove
dandruff, invigorate, strengthen, force growth on bald heads, cause
to curl and in every way improve and cause to shine the hair of the
fortunate user of the same.

"Thas very good stuff," said Sunny. "He do grade miracle on top
those head."

She decided to put the shampoo-tonic to the test, and accordingly

washed her hair in Jerry's basin, making an excellent job of it.
Descending to the studio, she lit the fireplace, and curled up on a
big Navaho by the fire. Wrapped in a gorgeous bathrobe belonging
to Jerry, Sunny proceeded to dry her hair.

While she was in the midst of this process, the telephone rang.
Sambo at the desk announced that visitors were ascending. Sunny
had no time to dress or even to put up her hair, and when in
response to the sharp bang upon the knocker she opened the door
she revealed to the callers a vision that justified their worst fears.
Her hair unbound, shining and springing out in lovely curling
disorder about her, wrapped about in the bright embroidered
bathrobe which the younger woman recognised at once as her
Christmas gift to her fiancé, the work, in fact, of her own hands,
Sunny was a spectacle to rob a rival of complete hope and peace of
mind. The cool fury of unrequited love and jealousy in the breast of
the younger woman and the indignant anger in that of the older was
whipped at the sight of Sunny into active and violent eruption.
 "What are you doing in my son's apartment?" demanded the
mother of Jerry, raising to her eyes what looked to Sunny like a gold
stick on which grew a pair of glasses, and surveying with
pronounced disapproval the politely bowing though somewhat
flurried Sunny.

"I are live ad those house," said Sunny, simply. "This are my
home."

"You live here, do you? Well, I would have you know that I am
the mother of the young man whose life you are ruining, and this
young girl is his fiancée."

"Ho! I am very glad make you 'quaintance," said Sunny, seeking

to hide behind a politeness her shock at the discovery of the
palpable rudeness of these most barbarian ladies. It was hard for
her to admit that the ladies of Jerry's household were not models of
fine manners, as she had fondly supposed, but on the contrary bore
faces that showed no trace of the kind hearts which the girl from
Japan had been taught by her mother to associate always with true
gentility. The two women's eyes met with that exclamatory
expression which says plainer than words:

"Of all the unbounded impudence, this is the worst!"

"I have been told," went on Mrs. Hammond haughtily, "that you
are a foreigner—a Japanese." She pronounced the word as if
speaking of something extremely repellent.

Sunny bowed, with an attempted smile, that faded away as

Jerry's mother continued ruthlessly:

"You do not look like a Japanese to me, unless you have been
peroxiding your hair. In my opinion you are just an ordinary
everyday bad girl."

Sunny said very faintly:

 "Aexcuse me!"

She turned like a hurt thing unjustly punished to the other

woman, as if seeking help there. It had been arranged between the
two women that Mrs. Hammond was to do the talking. Miss Falconer
was having her full of that curious satisfaction some women take in
seeing in person one's rival. Her expression far more moved Sunny
than that of the angry older woman.

"No one but a bad woman," went on Mrs. Hammond, "would live
like this in a young man's apartment, or allow him to support her, or
take money from him. Decent girls don't do that sort of thing in
America. You are old enough to get out and earn for yourself an
honest living. Aren't you ashamed of yourself? Or are you devoid of
shame, you bad creature?"

"Yes," said Sunny, with such a look that Jerry's mother's frown
relaxed somewhat: "I are ashame. I are sawry thad I are bad—
woman. Aexcuse me this time. I try do better. I sawry I are—bad!"

This was plainly a full and complete confession of wrong and its
effect on the older woman was to arouse a measure of the
Hammond compunction which always followed a hasty judgment.
For a moment Mrs. Hammond considered the advisability of reading
to this girl a lecture that she had recently prepared to deliver before
an institution for the welfare of such girls as she deemed Sunny to
be. However, her benevolent intention was frustrated by Miss
Falconer.

There is a Japanese proverb which says that the tongue three

inches long can kill a man six feet tall, but the tongue of one's
enemy is not the worst thing to fear. The cold smile of the young
woman staring so steadily at her had power to wound Sunny far
more than the lacerating tongue of the woman whom she realised
believed she was fighting in her son's behalf. Very silken and soft
was the manner of Miss Falconer as insinuatingly she brought Mrs.
Hammond back to the object of their call. She had used considerable