I went to Pasadena with Mrs. Schuyler, Jr.
The evening was fragrant.
After the dinner we stepped out to the garden. It was dusky.
By and by, twenty Japanese lanterns were candled among the trees in my honor.
I was in a sprightly bent.
I was whispering a little Jap song, when Oscar led out two donkeys.
Olive sprang upon the back of one in gracious audacity.
“Jump, Morning Glory!” she exclaimed.
I was wavering about my action, when I felt Oscar’s firm arms around my waist. My small body was lifted on to the donkey’s by his careless gallantry.
What a sensation ran through me! It was the first occasion to put me into so close contact with a Meriken young man.