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MY JAPANESE WIFE.
just now in “teal-duck” than the night side of Nature, he vanishes through the opened doorway, and I hear him drumming with his stockinged heel upon the floor to summon the mousmé.
“Ayakou!” sings out Kotmasu, who has sung “Hi! hi!” till there came an answering voice from below.
I leave my post on the verandah and enter the room, and along the passage at the back comes the sound of a mousmé pattering barefoot, her quick, short steps making a gentle thud, thud on the matting.
The panel door is thrust aside, and our attendant enters with a bow, and many ingenious excuses for the delay.
