Its yellow flame suggested a preacher uplifting his hands in prayer. The fire flickered in jollity.
“Pachi, pachi, pachi!”
The parlour was not lighted.
The pictures on the wall were impressive in the firelight.
Any woman looks charming at night and by the fireside. I felt happy imagining that I must appear lovely.
The fireplace is so dear, like mamma’s lap.
Mr. Schuyler brought a chess-board and challenged.
I offered me for a fight.
I used to play American chess with a Meriken missionary who lived in my neighbourhood. I thought it fun to beat an old man.
“Namu Tenshoko Daijingu!” I repeated.