.

For a moment Yuki San stood with the book in her hand, then she said
impulsively:

"Diary! I make diary, too. I speak my thoughts to you. I tole you all
my secrets. Maybe my lonely heart will flew away."

CHAPTER VI

THE DIARY OF YUKI SAN

_First Entry_

'Merican Sensei say she have one closest friend in little book. I tell
my troublesome to this little book what spells "Diary" in gold letters
on back. I make it my closest friend what no never speaks the words of
yours when heart overflows with several feelings. I write for Merrit
San, but his eyes no must never see. Just my heart speak to his heart
in that 'Merican tongue what he understands.

Japanese girl very naughty if she love man. She made for the take care
of man's mother, man's house. Very bad for Japanese girl to say love
when she marry with man. Merrit San say 'Merican girl speak love with
eyes when lips are shame. Japanese girl cover the eye with little
curtain when man comes. She no must peep out one little corner. No
must see, no must hear, no must speak the love.

So I make little book guess my heart each day.

The happy days are pass away, and the flowers are bloom and birds will
return to me again, but where can I find Merrit San? How I feel the
sorry and the lonesome when I think I can't find him no more in this
long island. I no can express my heart with words. I never the forget
of his kindness to me.

Big lamp by Merrit San's desk no never burn so bright for me. It make
funny little crooked shadow of my body on _shoji_. Merrit San's body
always make big and strong black picture. I saw it last time big moon
look over mountain. I took walk in garden and I thinking this time
next moon Merrit San will not be here. Though the lamplight shines
through the _shoji,_ still in next month the owner of the light will
be different and the ache come into my heart.

Whole Japan are changed, and everything I see or hear makes me think
of him; but my thoughts of him never, never changed, yet more and more
increase and longing for him all time. My heart speak the much word of
love for Merrit San. My eyes grow shame to say it. Little book, close
my secret!

_Second Entry_

ALL day many rains come down in garden. He steals flowers' sweetness
and damp my heart with lonesome. Last rainy day Merrit San teached me
more better English, and he laugh very long when I read the English
writing with my Japanese tongue. He say: "Ah, Yuki San, you very