I
hold it tightly against my breast and kept silence a little while.
Tears of sorrow changed into the great joy for a moment when I see
your name and your hand of write. I feel as if I receive a new life
right in this minute, and I caught a light of hope in yonder. My
heartful joy and gladness will not express, and I wish I can go up in
high place and shout out and tell all people the joyful of beautiful
love. How it make the change in whole earth and life and give the
dance of heart. But I will not. Mens and women of Japanese country
have not the understand of such lovely thing, and make the shameful of
me. So I give silence to my lips and close the door of my heart. Ah,
what funny little thing that heart is! In one half live the joyful.
Other side have all the painful of life, and when the love come
sometimes he knock at wrong door and give the hurtful ache to life.
Ah, Merrit San, you give many thankfuls for the lend of my house in
your letter. I give the love of you many more thankfuls for coming to
my heart, even he knock at two doors. One day me and Merrit San went
down to temple where big feast was. Merrit San go inside and look long
long time at Buddha, then he say:

"Yuki San, what will this old gentleman do to you if you disobey him?"
I give little think, then I say, "I no can know--I no never disobey.
Buddha say, 'Yuki, take care father and mother all time.' I take care.
Him say, 'Yuki, you woman--you not talk too much.' I no talk much.
Then him say, 'Yuki, come many time to temple and make light with
incense and put little money every time in box.' I give obey and much
_go rin_, but Buddha keep all and never give back." Before I finish my
speak Merrit San shiver like cold and say, "Come on, Yuki San, let's
get out of here and find the sun." Outside I make cherry-wreath while
Merrit San tell me story. Him very sweet day--now all gone forever.

_Seventh Entry_

Last fine kimono is finished and all baggage is tied. Next day I go to
other house.

Then my mother will give all house much sweep with new broom, to tell
gods I go 'way no more to come back. Maybe they make big fire by gate
to tell all peoples I belong to other house now. Ah, little book,
to-night I make big fire in my heart and burn all my wickeds in it. Next
day I make more fire and burn you. To other house I must go all white
and purely as Merrit San say.

Ah, Merrit San, you the one big happy in all my life and I never
forget all your kindfu