on, sprawled in the centre of the room in the shape of the Japanese
letter "big" (arms stretched out and legs spread wide[D]). I found it
very refreshing.

After luncheon I at once wrote a letter to Kiyo. I hate most to write
letters because I am poor at sentence-making and also poor in my stock
of words. Neither did I have any place to which to address my letters.
However, Kiyo might be getting anxious. It would not do to let her worry
lest she think the steamer which I boarded had been wrecked and I was
drowned,--so I braced up and wrote a long one. The body of the letter
was as follows:

"Arrived yesterday. A dull place. Am sleeping in a room of 15 mats.
Tipped the hotel five yen as tea money. The house-wife of the hotel
scraped the floor with her forehead. Couldn't sleep last night.
Dreamed Kiyo eat sasa-ame together with the bamboo-leaf wrappers. Will
return next summer. Went to the school to-day, and nicknamed all the
fellows. 'Badger' for the principal, 'Red Shirt' for the head-teacher,
'Hubbard Squash' for the teacher of English, 'Porcupine' the teacher
of mathematics and 'Clown' for that of drawing. Will write you many
other things soon. Good bye."

When I finished writing the letter, I felt better and sleepy. So I slept
in the centre of the room, as I had done before, in the letter "big"
shape ([D]). No dream this time, and I had a sound sleep.

"Is this the room?"--a loud voice was heard,--a voice which woke me up,
and Porcupine entered.

"How do you do? What you have to do in the school----" he began talking