“O thank you so many, Hon. Mrs. Madam!” I report with salvo. “I shall took them home & rehearse wearing them.” I back off for respect and get away with them hon. pants.
At Patriots of Japan Boarding & Lodging, where I hope to move from before payment is necessary, I lock myself away with them garment, and try to make it fit. So sorry can’t do! When I clasp it with dignified safety-pin at waist each leg is too far beyond my foots—it give me reverent appearance of kneeling. I try to deceive them pants to look briefer by rolling them upwards. Also I coax them at stummick by fastening belt around shoulders. By this way I am entirely inside of that tailorship which is too plenty.
“‘Would they fit me perhaps?’ I ask for vanity”
Then suddenly Cousin Nogi make in-come to my room, because he is a relative and can do so without knocking. He look quite gast at me.
“You are clothed entirely,” he signify with smart expression.
“Would they fit me perhaps?” I ask for vanity.
“Maybe so they might,” dictate Nogi, “but they are too loose around neck.”
“What to do with such gifts from lady?” I inquire for reply.
“To wear it next to heart,” contuse Nogi with smiling. “If you wear it on publick streetfare crowd will collect to indicate that you are one very famous Japanese. Persons will proclaim: ‘There go them Hon. Pants!’ Maybe you will be escort by police wherever went. It is so easy to become famous.”