Mimosa. Play-act?
Ito. It was not my play-acting. I would august lady saw my own excellent games. It was Sakara taught this to me. None liked; even the policemen said angry words!
Mimosa. Come to me, O dear little one. Be not afraid, it is joy; honorable desire to see excellent play-acting.
Ito. The beautiful lady! I would she knew Ito is the most excellent play-actor. She did not like game of Sakara.
Mimosa. Dear treasure-flower, beautiful lady will indeed love excellent play-acting. When the powerful sun travels higher in the sky, if little Ito returns to the garden he shall do excellent play-acting, the venerated Princess will like rarely.
Ito. Ito wants neither money nor books, but smiles from the beautiful, exalted lady.
Mimosa. O dear kind one, the Princess will give smiles. All will love honorable, kind little Ito. Make leave-taking, and return, Ito, the comfort-bringing!
Ito. The lady will smile?
Mimosa. Truly, O little Ito.