Captain June
Copyright© 2024 by Alice Caldwell Hegan Rice
Chapter 10
Late in the summer, when the tiny maple leaves were turning blood-red and the white lotus was filling every pond and moat, June and Seki San journeyed back to Yokohama. They were going to meet the big steamer that was on its way from China to America, and June was to join his mother and father and go back with them to California. He was so happy over the prospect that he could not sit still a minute, but kept hopping from one side of the car to the other and asking Seki more questions than she could possibly answer.
“Do you s’pose my mother’ll know me now I’ve got so fat? Has my father grown any since I saw him? Will he carry a sword? What do you s’pose they will bring me?” and so on until there were scarcely any questions left to be asked.
“One more day,” said Seki San sadly, “and Seki will have no more little boy to hold her sleeves behind and tease and tickle her under her necks. She will have a very, very lonely heart.”
June’s merriment ceased for a moment and he looked serious. The fact that Seki could not go back with him had been a misfortune that he had not yet faced.
“I’m going to get my father to come back for you next year,” he said at last, “you and Tomi and Toro, and your mamma with the black teeth too. We will have a little Japanese house on the ranch, and Toro can ride my pony.”
But Seki shook her head and wiped her eyes.
“You will go back to your dear, affectionate home,” she said, “and be big mans when I see you once more. But I will hear your lovingest little boy voice down in my heart alway!”
It was a happy meeting the next day on the steamer when June actually saw his mother, and clung about her neck as if he would never let go again. Then he had to be taken up on the shelter deck and introduced to a strange, pale man reclining in a steamer chair, who they said was his father. At first it was a dreadful disappointment, and he submitted to being kissed with an effort. But when the man lifted one eyebrow and puckered his mouth into a funny shape, and said, “Why, Mr. Skeezicks, you haven’t forgotten your old Pard?” a dark spot seemed suddenly to go out of June’s mind and in its place was a memory of the jolliest, funniest playfellow he had ever had in his life. With a rush he was in his lap. “You used to tell me about the Indians,” he cried accusingly, “I remember now. What became of Tiger Tooth and the little white child?”