28th—Mrs. Heine kissed me.
Dear old Grandma!
“Do you know what this is, Miss Morning Glory?” the poet said, plucking a leaf from a tree by his door.
“Fig-leaf! Isn’t it?”
My Sayonara Poem in Japanese Autograph.
“Yes, my child! It is a fig-leaf. Do you know the fig tree? It is the shyest tree in the world. Classical tree, indeed! It has no blossom, being so modest of display, but it has the fruits. Remember, my young lady, its teaching of ‘Modesty! Modesty!’”
“Sayonara, Mr. Poet!”
“One minute, Uncle!” I said.
I ran into the Willow Cottage to get a cupful of water. I watered my friend Miss Poppy with love.