funny
little girl!"

Then I teach him the play of _go ban_, and he make the pain in his
head with the several thoughts how he must move the black or white. He
try long, long time, then he shake his big feest, and he say: "You've
got me beat, little sister; you've got me sure."

I laugh, but I think much thoughts. _I_ no hurt Merrit San with beat,
and girl with much laugh in her eyes have got him for surely. I no
understand that funny 'Merican tongue.

Merrit San so many time call me little sister, and he say my soul all
white like my name. What _is_ my soul? Ah, that same spirit what leave
my body and go out 'cross that many seas to safe Merrit San's journey.
I keep that soul all purely and white all of because Merrit San call
me Little Sister Snow.

One day I take Merrit San with me to very old temple. Sun, him so
bright he make all leaves to dance with glad. Green lizard take sleep
on stone step while big honey-bee sing song. All things have the
joyful, and my feets just touch earth with lightsome.

I go inside temple and say one very little pray to Amida, for I have
the hurry. When I go back, Merrit San he say:

"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
say he make everyt