This was agreeable to all concerned, and, accordingly, Komatsu guided
them to this famous spot, the pride of Tokyo. On the way they passed
hundreds of people in jinrikshas or on foot. Many of the pedestrians
carried paper parasols and fans, exactly like the chorus in the "Mikado."
Those who rode in the graceful little two-wheeled buggies looked out upon
the world with expressions of calm enjoyment.

The "Comet" was a conspicuous object as it progressed slowly along the
road, but so far all things worked together for good and there was no
cause for uneasiness. At a little roadside tea house they paused for
lunch. The building was nothing more than a shed with a low-hanging
thatched roof and sides made of coarse strips of matting joined together
with bamboo sticks. Humble as it was it possessed a peculiar charm, all
its own. They were presently to find that the rear of the tea house
facing a little garden was glorified into something rich and strange by a
magnificent azalea bush in full bloom. It reached to the roof of the
house and was a mass of deep red blossoms.

The ear was left in a pine grove near the house, and following Komatsu
along a rocky path they presently found themselves in this delectable
little garden. Here they were met by an old man and his wife, a very aged
couple whose gentle deprecating expressions almost moved Miss Campbell to
tears.

"The adorable old things," she exclaimed. "They remind me of two old
turtle doves."

Close at their heels came two little maids who conducted the ladies into
the tea house and brought tea for temporary refreshment, while Komatsu
consulted with the proprietor regarding lunch.