What a satisfaction I earn seeing every light appear to my honourable service!
I look upon my finger wondering how such an Oriental little thing can make itself potent like the mighty thumb of Mr. Edison.
25th—What a novel sensation I felt in writing “San Francisco, U.S.A.,” at the head of my tablet!
(What agitation I shall feel when I write my first “Mrs.” before my name! Woman must grow tired of being addressed “Miss,” sooner or later.)
I have often said that I hardly saw any necessity for corresponding when one lives on such a small island as Japan.
I could see my friends in a day or two, at whatever place I was.
I have now the ocean between me and my home.
Letter writing is worth while.
I did not know it was such a sweet piece of work.
I should declare it to be as legitimate and inexpensive a game as ever woman could indulge in.