“Surely, Mister Togo,” she response. “Whatever is?” “Oftenly” I relate, “I am attractive to your honourable notice setting lonesome under lamplight. May I call sometime for lonesome company?” “You are kind gentleman, Mister Togo,”[18] she beseech. “Yes, you can come often for lonesome call.” [18] “Thank you, sir,” I say, “you are regardless. I come so often kitchen duties prevent it.” She give me smiling expression peculiar to American lady of any oldness. “Tell me this answer,” she inquisitive softly. “What qualities in myself make you such admiration?” “I admire you because of Japanese,” I response. “For in Japan we are taught to reverence the Old Age.” She throw Humply Ward book to me, then strike me with lamp-light. Fire extinguished by means of Persian rug I retire to kitchen to make my soul enquire about things. Hoping your Highness may place this thoughts on printing-press without danger, and love to family and friends. Yours truly, Hashimura Togo. Hashimura Togo S. P.—I am taking lessons in harmonica playing of which Hospital nurse Flynn is Prof. He teach me national hymn of Hon. Geo. M. Cohen entitled “The Rag Which We Revere.” Your Constitution must feel very nervous following that Cohen Flag! H. T. [19] [19] III THE YELLOW PERIL THE YELLOW PERIL
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