My entrance was delightful to the full.
The train stole gracefully into the city at early morn. The sky was distinct like the lake of Biwa. The respectable face of the city accepted us charmingly.
I bounced my little body in my happy thought of another chapter of life.
I felt like Dante crawled out of darkest Hell, after the torture of the terrible show. (O Chicago!)
Our kind Japanese consul of New York was looking after our arrival with a carriage.
I saw a horse-car trotting.
It encouraged me to think that even an ignorant Jap girl might find her own living here, since such an old-fashioned thing exists perfectly.
I secretly fixed in my mind that I will adventure my independent life when the crisis demands.
Our carriage rolled up Fifth Avenue to Central Park.
How often had I imagined laying me in this celebrated ground!