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Show 231 "Shoji desu. Sore wa shoji riesu. Now? - Phyllis pointsri toward ths window -- "sore wa nan ries'ka?" "Sore wa mario desu. Mario, that mean window." "Sore uia mario riesu." Phyllis giggled at the sound of her own voice, and Hal peered at her cup. Put she was too happy to care. "Sors wa" -- expansively throwing her hand out -- "nan ries' ka?" The gesturs was hasty, and Mori was uncsrtain. "Sore wa" -- she bent forward testingly - "Wada-ya desu." Phyllis was brought up short, "Wada-ya?" She peered, then surprise lifted her brows. "So it is. Thought we were on tother side." "No miss. This side." "Waria-ya indeed. We're practically in their yard. Who's at the window?" Rut there came a shriek from the other side of the room, and Phyllis turned. Jennings had tried a head-stand, and in falling capsized a table. Confusion followed. Me had hurt his leg, and Yuri hovered in more or less sincere consolation. Waitresses ran toward the kitchen bearing fragments of broken china, while elsewhere -- the accident competing unsuccessfully with the rising hilarity -- the dancers kept on course. The samisen twanged piercingly, radio music aririeri to the din. Someone had ferreted out an ancient koto, which plucked away like an uneasy conscience. Returning, Yosh threaded his way past the celebrants. "Have |