The House of the Misty Star - A Romance of Youth and Hope and Love in Old Japan by [pseud.] Frances Little
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earned me a holiday and an excursion for my health."
It was hard for me to understand a girl who deliberately planned to miss school, but I was taking a whole course in one afternoon. Carefully I approached the object of my visit. "Well, of course you desire to further pursue your studies in English, even though your home is to be in Japan. I came this afternoon to ask--do you not think it would be pleasant if you came to my house every day for a little study--just to keep in practice?" The girl's lips framed a red circle as she drew out a long "Oh-h-h! I see! The mighty honorable Boss has been laying plans, has he? Well, I think it would be perfectly grand--N-I-T--which in plain American spells 'I will not do it.'" Imagine a young girl telling one of her elders right to her face, she would not do it. I never heard of such a thing. For a moment I was torn between a desire to administer a stern reproof and leave her, and a great yearning to stand by and with love and sympathy to try to soften the only fate which could be in store for such as she. We took each other's measure and she, pretty and saucy as a gay young robin, went on fearlessly: "I'm an American to the backbone; I'm not going to be Japanese, or any kin to them. As long as I have to stay I'm going to pursue the heavenly scenery around here and put it on paper. Between pictures I'm going to have a good time--all I want to. Thank you for your invitation, but I have other engagements." |
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