My skirt was caught by the saddle. I made a whole exhibition of my leg.
But I was glad the stocking was beautiful.
Oscar held my bridle, pacing by my side.
Alas!
My donkey acted awfully.
Did he take it as a degradation to be whipped by a Jap?
Suddenly it dropped its honourable rump. I should have been pitifully thrown out, if my arm had not seized Oscar’s neck. I looked apologetically at him. He turned his delighted face.
I could not stay a minute longer.
When I got me off from the donkey, I observed the new moon over my right shoulder.
“Good luck!” Olive San said.