I objected.
Machine-clicking is not Oriental. The “bebe” has to be done in pure Japanese.
16th—I found a hammock on the veranda.
It is the thing for summer, of course.
I never laid me in it before in my life.
I thought that I would see how I would feel.
I hanged it.
I romped in it.
It was delightful. I fancied that we—I and who?—hammocked among the summer breezes. Then a star appeared. He said, “How beautiful the star is!”
What did I fancy next?