“Ah! Here he is at last!” I exclaim, discerning a dark mass approaching in the gloom, up the little narrow path.
“We will go at once?” I say questioningly.
“Yes,” he replies. “They will be at home now.”
We start off down the hillside, Kotmasu evidently from his remarks regarding the matter as a huge joke. If only he realized how sincere is my admiration for Miss Hyacinth. At last we reach our destination, and turn down a short road, which shuts the gaily-lit town still further below us from our view.
Miss Hyacinth is more charming than ever. Or is it the coming in from the gloom of the dark road, along which we have picked our way by the light of paper lanterns? She is quite delightful. She even knows a little English, which she learned at the school, so she tells me; and
