Three years have passed. Pinkerton has long since been recalled to America, promising his little wife to return to her when the robins nest. The curtain rises on a sadder and wiser suzuki, praying against all convio tion for pinkerton's return, and on a faithful, ever-trusting, never — doubting butterfly. She declines to listen to suzuki's misgivings: 'tis faith you are lacking! She says, and in most touching language she draws a vivid pic ture of pinkerton's speedy return: This will all come to pass just as I tell you. Banish your idle fears, for he'll return, I know it l.