American ladies neither!
Each one of them looks worried as if she expected the door-bell any moment.
I suppose it is the penalty of being a woman.
3rd—My little heart was flooded with patriotism.
It is our Mikado’s birthday.
I sang “The Age of Our Sovereign.” I shouted “Ten thousand years! Banzai! Ban banzai!”
My uncle and I hurried to the Japanese Consulate to celebrate this grand day.
4th—The gentlemen of San Francisco are gallant.
They never permit the ladies—even a black servant is in the honourable list of “ladies”—to stand in the car.
If Oriental gentlemen could demean themselves like that for just one day!