Oh, never mind!
I tossed my feet. The skirt fluttered. My new satin slippers—number one and a half—were all seen. I drew up my skirt a little, and made a whole show of my honourable legs.
I prayed that somebody would pass by to fling an adoring glance at them.
No one roamed along. I scorned my frivolity.
The Bible by me wasn’t open at all.
I decided to read it to-day, although religion isn’t so becoming.
My Bishop sent it this morning. Dear old Bishop! He thought me quite a docile “nenne.”
I stretched my body in the hammock.
Alas, ma!
My hana kanzashi with the butterflies was caught by the meshes. The wings of one butterfly were tortured. Yes, I had put a Japanese pin on my hair this morning.