(not the one I gave her, by the way). She walks in sedately,' greets us all with Infinite grace, and silently holds out a parcel to me. Is it a dagger with which I am to rip my bell open, "or is she giving me paci the present I had made her? No. it is only the nightgown that I had jeff behind under my pillow. How conside rate of her! I feel that Mrs. Kuga is making an excellent impression, She has begun to explain, in a plea-Sant, smiling manner—and in Japanese of course—what it is all about. And gazing at her bosom, I think of the poem about Fuji-Yama.
In due course the story of the bedspread was revealed. The consular authority intervened and a compromise was effected for 5 yen. The whole affair was conducted with the utmost politeness and the majes-tie Mrs. Kuga triumphantly made her exit. Then came the crowning touch of all—the policeman melted and begged that the traveller would send him some Australian stamps when she reached that country.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.