When my job was over, an honourable Mr. Wagon Driver leaped in, bidding me serve some soup.
I ran into the kitchen to fetch it.
I spilled it on the table.
“That’s all right, honey!” he said in patronising aloofness, and pierced my face with his gummy red eyes.
O Kowaya! Shocking!
I put one five-dollar piece of gold on Madge’s palm when I left her.
Because her shoes were heelless.
Pity the musume!
27th—I bought one book, being captivated by its title. Isn’t “When Knighthood was in Flower” beautifully chivalrous?
I have remarked that every Imperial cruiser anchors at an isle close by Loo Choo, just on account of the enticement in the name “Come and See.”