I said that I would spend a few hours in Japan style, reclining on the floor like an eloped angel.
I brought out a crape kimono and my girdle with the phœnix embroidery, after having locked the entrance of my room.
“Kotsu, kotsu, kotsu!”
Somebody was fisting on my door.
Oya, she was Ada, my “Rose of Frisco” or “Butterfly of Van Ness.”
(She was quartered in Van Ness Avenue, the most elegant street of a whole bunch.)
She was sprightly as a runaway princess. She blew her sunlight and fragrance into my face.
I was grateful that I chanced to be acquainted with such a delightful Meriken lady.
“O ho, Japanese kimono! If I might only try it on!” she said.
I told her she could.