He became no more a gentleman to me after that.
20th—I pasted my little card on my door.
I wrote on it “Japanese Lessons Given.”
I gazed at it.
I was exceedingly happy.
21st—A gardener came to fix our lawn.
There is nothing lovelier than verdant grasses trimmed neatly. They are like the short skirt of the Meriken little girl.
We women could be angels, I thought, if our speech lapped justly. Women talk superfluously. I do often.
What language did that gardener use?
It must be the English of Carlyle, I said, for its meaning was intangible.