say he make everything truly. He make me, he make Merrit San, he make
the beautiful love. Maybe some day that big God hear about Japanese
girl's heart of trouble and speak the peace.

To-day one long so busy day. Many silk must be sewed into fine kimono
for the when I go to live in other house. Sometimes I very glad I go
to other house. I make the many comforts of my mother and my father.

To-day I see the much cold in my father's body. Very soon he have nice
warm kimono with sheep's fur all inside. Then I make the glad heart, I
marry with Japanese man.

It is getting little cold, and every night the moon is so clear. These
day crickets are singing among the grasses. Those make me to think of
Merrit San more and more. This fall was quite changed to me. At first
Merrit San never come back to me as I expect in dreamy way. I have the
feel of very helpless and lonesome. Before, though I had some trouble
or unhappiness, if I saw Merrit San's smile everything was taken clear
away and my heart was full with cheer and happy.

Ah, Merrit San, though it makes my cheek red with hot to write the
speak, I love you most.

Buddha very naughty old god to say nothing truly is.

_Fourth Entry_

Ah, Merrit San, what you suppose I have dream last night? I was so
happy that I cannot tell with my tongue nor pen. That _you_ come back!
I could no word speak out with so much glad. I had many things to tell