“How far out can I take them?” are question for me.
“Plenty far,” she renounce, “but not so distant he will not get back in time for breakfast Fryday morning. I give you this Thursday p.m. from great philanthropy of soul, so you will be able to work harder when you get back.”
“What amusements are proper for servant on this bright holidate?” I ask to know.
“Sometimes one way, sometimes different,” she pronounce. “Walking, setting down, quarreling, flirtating, seeing emotion-picture show, obtaining drunkenness, getting married or arrested—all are good ways for servant on Thursday.”
I thank her from the stomack of my soul and fill my brain with joy-thoughts about that nice date of afternoon I should spend. It were Monday when she say this. Each day afterwards my gladness become pretty plenty when I think what light amusement it should be. I fill my mentality with plans for frivolity. Maybe I should go to hear Rev. Dr. Soyanada lecture on Mr. Ibsen. Or perhapsly I might walk in Unnatural History Museum admiring skeletons. These light joys seem pretty happy—but O!—of suddenly I think something better. I should write my cousin Nogi for meet me in G. A. R. Cemetery where we could learn American language by reading biographies on monuments.
Thursday morning arrive up. Such beauty of day! Air was clear like alcohol, making blueness of sky which removed blueness from heart. I never observed better day for servants to see cemeteries. At 11 I eloped to room for make slight brush to shoes & derby.
Lunch time arrive.
“Togo,” report Hon. Mrs. Hoke, poking unprepared head into kitchen, “you will be unexpectedly detained at home this afternoon; so sorry. I shall give bridge-gamble for 48 friends this and 6 additional must remain for dinner-eat.”
Door-slam was her next reply.
Mr. Editor, have you ever been retained in kitchen, manufacturing lemonade-drunk for ladies while Nature stand outside whistling for you? Amidst such sorrows your fingers shuffle their feet and your soul refuses. I attempt to bake cake while enjoying these pains; but you cannot make cake arise when your heart contains no yeast.