He said, “Hei, hei, hei!”
Goo’ boy!
He dismissed the great tea-colour.
6th—We had a shower.
The city dipped in a bath.
The pedestrians threw their vaguely delicate shadows on the pavements. The ladies voluntarily permitted the gentlemen to review their legs. If I were in command, I would not permit the ladies to raise an umbrella under the “para para” of a shower. Their hastening figures are so fascinating.
The shower stopped. The pavements were glossed like a looking-glass. The windows facing the sun scattered their sparkling laughter.
How beautiful!
I am perfectly delighted by this city.
One thing that disappoints me, however, is that Frisco is eternally snowless,