There is nothing more irritating than a tick-tack.
I locked up my watch in the drawer of the dresser.
I still felt its tick-tack pursuing my ears.
Then I put it under the pillow.
27th—How I wished I could exchange a ten-dollar gold-piece for a tassel of curly hair!
American woman is nothing without it.
Its infirm gesticulation is a temptation.
In Japan I regarded it as bad luck to own waving hair.
But my tastes cannot remain unaltered in Amerikey.
I don’t mind being covered with even red hair.