20th—Already I could suck from the agile air the flavour of spring upon the lawn.
I was roving by the rose-bushes along the street with scissors.
A gentleman passed by me. How sluggish his shoes sounded! He stopped, waving his old-scented smile, and addressed me:
“Good morning, young lady!”
“Ohayo!”
“I perceive that you are Japanese.”
“Yes, sir!”
He stepped nearer to me. I took a peep at the Bible under his arm.
“Are you a Christian?” he lowered his tone.
“Don’t you read the Gospel?” his voice rose higher.