And he finished his speech with his boisterous “Ha, ha, ha!”
A pale impatient lady, like a trembling winter leaf, sitting at the table next to us, shrugged her shoulders and muttered, “Oh, my!”
I hoped I could invent any scheme to make him hasten to his post—Kara or Tenjiku, whatever place it be.
He is good-natured like a rubber stamp.
But I am sorry to say that he does not fit Amerikey.
I was relieved when he announced that his departure would occur to-morrow.
My dignity was saved.
I cut a square piece of paper. I pencilled on it as follows:
To the Japanese Legation.
The City of Mexico.