company, and so quick they stop in long line and hold all hands to hat
for salute, I think maybe Oyama San coming. I give piercing look, and my
eyes see marching straight by those big mens a speck of blue all trimmed
with gold braid. It was Tãke Chan. Same war clothes as his papa, even
same number stripes on his sleeve, and twelve inch' of sword on his
side, which make song on heel of shoe when they walk. Father's two
soldiers servants walk close behind Tãke Chan, and in smiles. Everybody
know that little boy, and everybody love his earnest. I have several
feelings when he walk up to me and say: "New guest have he come? I make
ready to welcome with new clothes."

Ah, me! I have the yearn to convey the right understand'; but he look so
glad to give the welcome, and his war clothes so grand, the feeble fell
on my heart. I not give correction.

One servant say: "Last night Tãke Chan very sick with evil spirit cough.
Mama say rest at home, but he say this great feast-day for new God.
He must for certain come and offer pine-tree and have song and march."
I hurry away with Tãke Chan, and take seat on circle of kindergarten room.
A feel of anxious press' hard. First we have grand parade, and that
little soldier boy in blue in front of all children have atmosphere same
he was marching before emperor. My keen of eye see all time he have
fight with swallow in his throat. After march come song 'bout cradle and
star, but big cough catch Tãke Chan in middle, and when the strangle had
left and tears of hot had wipe way, he heard childrens saying amen to
prayer. His red lip have little shake, for he have great pride to say
that prayer faster than any childs. He have hospitable of soul, too.
But Tãke Chan son of great general of war, and he never cry, even though
much disappoint' come to his mind. I was hunting speech to give him the
comfort of heart when children give sound with mouth like storm breeze