What a new delight I felt to catch the peeping tips of my shoes from under my trailing koshi goromo.
I forced my skirt to wave, coveting a more satisfactory glance.
Did I look a suspicious character?
I was glad, it amused me to think the dog regarded me as a foreign girl.
Oh, how I wished to change me into a different style! Change is so pleasing.
My imitation was clever. It succeeded.
When I entered my house my maid was dismayed and said:
“Bikkuri shita! You terrified me. I took you for an ijin from Meriken country.”
“Ho, ho! O ho, ho, ho!”
I passed gracefully (like a princess making her triumphant exit in the fifth act) into my chamber, leaving behind my happiest laughter and shut myself up.