“Can’t you leave your store in my hands, while you are away? Say yes! No?” I pressed myself upon them eagerly.
They were amazed.
“High-born lady like you? Oh, no! Doshite, doshite! Think! Do you know this is the toughest part of the town?” Mrs. Wistaria tried to make me retreat.
I couldn’t listen to her, my whole soul being absorbed in my new caprice.
I thought it remarkably romantic.
I left the store to bring uncle to talk the matter over.
Mrs. Wistaria’s store was neighboured by every saloon. The fuddling sounds overflowed in song:
“Hello ma baby, hello ma honey——”
11th—Now he is my beloved uncle.
He assured me of his help in carrying out my freak.