I was glad that her query did not roam from the remote corner of poesy.
“Do you play golf?” she asked.
She thinks the same things are going on in Japan.
Ada! Poor Ada!
The honourable consul and my uncle looked stupid at the lunch table.
I thought they were afraid of being given some difficult question by the Meriken ladies.
Mrs. Consul and Ada ate like hungry pigs. (I beg their pardon!)
“You eat like a pussy!” is no adequate compliment to pay to a Meriken woman.
I found out that their English was neither Macaulay’s nor Irving’s.