Lovers?—moon a-peeping!
No! It’s brother there!
Little maid, take care!”
Still squatting on her heels, the little geisha-girl wrote her poems in Japanese characters for the American woman. Then bowing very deeply she presented them to her, saying sweetly:
“Two sen, highness, one sen for each poem.”
Mrs. Kurukawa paid the price, and laughed as she did so.
