(I cannot sound Meriken jin’s curiosity in prizing such a cheap thing. The bamboo was painted. The cross nails glared from everywhere. I never saw such a Jap work in Nippon.)
Dear take, O bamboo bush!
How I used to laugh, breaking the dreams of sparrows by wriggling the bush!
I was so ungoverned.
If I could be a grammar school girl again!
I secured a reader at a bookstall. My mind was made up to present myself in the Lincoln night school and mingle with the girls in “SEE THE BOY AND THE DOG!”
What fun!
I went to see the stooping principal. His tarnished frock-coat—I fancied he was an old bachelor, as one button was off—was just the thing for such a rôle.
I seemed to him a regular nenne of thirteen.
He was heartily pleased with my greediness for learning English.