When I was ready to put on a fur cap, Mrs. Heine wandered down, calling me.
“Morning Glory! Morning Glory!”
I trembled in deadly fear.
I hid me promptly by the bureau, under the bed. I shut my eyes, praying:
“Namu Daijingu, don’t let her find me!”
13th—Last midnight (O voicelessness of the hillside yonaka!) I woke up. The moon peeped into my sitting-room. She laid a square looking-glass on the floor.
I abandoned my bed, and sat by the glass.
I spread on it the letter from my sweetheart.
I read it over and over, till I couldn’t read any more, the moon being kidnapped by the cloud-highwayman.
“O Oscar!”