THE AMERICAN DIARY OF A JAPANESE GIRL

My new page of life is dawning. A trip beyond the seas-Meriken Kenbutsu-it's not an ordinary event. It is verily the first event in our family history that I could trace back for six centuries. My to-day's dream of America-dream of a butterfly sipping on golden dews-was rudely broken by the artless chirrup of a hundred sparrows in my garden. "e;Chui, chui! Chui, chui, chui!"e; Bad sparrows! My dream was silly but splendid. Dream is no dream without silliness which is akin to poetry. If my dream ever comes true! 24th-The song of gay children scattered over the street had subsided. The harvest moon shone like a yellow halo of "e;Nono Sama."e; All things in blessed Mitsuho No Kuni-the smallest ant also-bathed in sweet inspiring beams of beauty. The soft song that is not to be heard but to be felt, was in the air.