"See here, Yuki San, you no waste time over pray. You get the trouble
with that old gentleman if you have not the careful."

Then I say: "Next time I give him little money and make big smoke with
incense," and he say, "Yuki, you very good girl."

Just by temple's side is little bamboo-tree which have very nice
story. One good god he like this bamboo, and he like the beautiful
love. He say give names of man and woman to boughs of bamboo and make
the tie together with long pin of thorn. Give the low bow, and by and
by the dear wish in heart will be truly.

Merrit San he no can know what I do, but he hold the high boughs of
bamboo down and I name him and me and make the tie together.

The dear wish of my heart come not truly. It is full of sad.

_Third Entry_

What shall I do to less my anxious? To-day at temple I ask Buddha. He
never speak. He always look far away at big sea. He no care, though
tears of the heart make damp the kimono sleeve. The Christians' God I
no can see. But Merrit San say he is everywhere and listens for voice
of troublesome. I no can make him hear, though I say the loud prayer.

Buddha very ugly old god. Maybe him cross when he see very pretty
Japanese girl make the low bow to him.

I believe Christians' God more better than Buddha, because Merrit San