13th—My first laughter on the ocean burst out while I was peeping at a label, “7 yens,” inside the chimney-pot hat of our respected minister, when he was brushing it.
He must have bought that great headgear just on the eve of his appointment.
How stupid to leave such a bit of paper!
I laughed.
He asked what was so irresistibly funny.
I laughed more. I hardly repressed “My dear old man.”
The “helpless me” clinging on the bed for many a day feels splendid to-day.
The ocean grew placid.
On the land my eyes meet with a thousand temptations. They are here opened for nothing but the waters or the sun-rays.
I don’t gain any lesson, but I have learned to appreciate the demonstrations of light.