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"So careless, I forgot Thursday!" she guggle.
"Could you not forget Monday or Wednesday next time?" I acknowledge.
"When Thursday comes again, remind me it is here," she snuggest while tucking her hairs.
So I again enslave myself with fidelity for 6 1/2 complete days. This Thursday, I think so, me & Nogi should see that delicious cemetery while brightness of weather was there. Once more I write Nogi, "Come meet me at kitchen, so we sure find each other." He reply back, "Will do."
"So glad you remind me--so he has!" she gosp. "If you had not speak I would forgot--Daughters of Samantha Stitching Society meet here this p.m. You must assist with salad-eat for 41."
"Are this not my outside day?" I repeat for slight peev of tone.
"Be less impertinent in your impudence," she snagger while walking.
I remain where was that afternoon. Yet my soul became so sogged he nearly dropped out. At 2 p.m. while I was chopping up detestable chicken for salad-feed, my Cousin Nogi make smiling knock-knock to kitchen door.
"When shall you get out?" he require with fashionable derby.
"I am hopelessly sentenced for life," I reply spirally. "Set down in chairs and enjoy my imprisonment."
Ring-door occur so I must lay aside my apron and other sorrows while opening knob for assorted fat ladies. When I go back to kitchen and commence explaining indignation in Japanese to Cousin Nogi, then Mrs. Hoke poke her features in door.
"Who that?" she require hashly, making points to Nogi.
"My affectionate cousin Nogi," I corrode.
"You are not permitted to amuse cousins while working," she snib. "Howeverly, Nogi may remain if he help pass salad to Daughters of Samantha."
Loudly crash heard when Nogi was escaping through window.
Mr. Editor, Thursday Out are like any other form of love. If you never had it you never miss it. I had 2 Thursdays removed from me and was getting accustomed to do without.
When another Thursday arrive up all Nature look cross & aggravated. Extreme cyclones begin blowing away Kansas; trees threw down, huj landslides of snow fell from heaven while wet rain also was there to make puddles amidst ice.
Hon. Mrs. Heneretta Hoke arrive in kitchen with her face filled up from the sunshine which was not in sky.
"Togo," she say so, making charity expression of mouth, "you have been earnestly faithful Japanese in bake, stew, and dish-wash."
"I confess it." This from me.
"Therefore I shall reward it," she sympathize while pointing to outdoors where nature were feeling seasick while blowing down hen-shed. "I give you your Thursday Out."
"I bid you merry no thanks!" I say it. "If convenient, I shall take my outing inside where there is less pneumonia."
"O!" she defy with steam voice. "You dishobey my orders?"
"If convenient," I snagger, "I prefer my picnic in my bedroom where there is only one leak."
"Shall not do!" she howell. "Your lung require fresh air Thursday."
"My lung feel plenty fresh already," I insure.
"O boneless Japanese!" she retork. "Why should I be continuously thoughtful for your convenience? Why should I treat you gently like a horse when you stand there and kick my kindness back in my face?"
Bang door. She popp away.
When dishes was entirely washed off I retire upwards to my room with my mind full of vacation. This department where I slept was neat room for Japanese, but too small for Swedes. What should I do with this enclosed Thursday? Sleep, perhapsly, and enjoy a few nightmares by daylight? This seem too inappropriate. What then should I?
I set on bed opposite bursted portrait of Hon. Geo. W. Washington while watching drop-drip of rain falling into wash-bowl. Pretty soonly I uprose and lock door.
How should I be amused? Then, of suddenly, I think it. Music! That are considered most fashionable indoor exercise for jaded fatigue. So I open up trunk and got out following implements:
I tie umbrella to bed, so keep off drop-drip. I arrange myself under this water-shed, light cigar in teeth, put banjo in knuckles, retain music on knee. Then I commence beginning. Japanese banjos, Mr. Editor, refuse to wear American tunes unless forced to do so; but by practical continuation of pick-pick on strings I can become quite Mozart. I spent 2 1/2 hours at this musical sympathy, filling small room with more sounds than it could contain and almost becoming tuneful, when--O startle!--knock-knock rapped at door.
"Come inwards!" I holla.
"Can't do, and be pretty quick about it!" glub basso voice of Hon. Mr. Hoke, making rattles from locked knob. "Please unlock door so I can drag you out."
I oblige politely by unlatching that locker. Hon. Hoke rosh inwards and stand sky-scraping over me like bulldogs scaring mice.
"Why you mean?" he thonder. "Why you so reptilian in depravity when kind Mrs. Wife are so angel-handed? Are she not entirely generous?"
"She are quite Carnegie," I pronounce humbly.
"Did she not give you my shoes last week?"
"She do. I am saving them to give to some tramp who like ventilated soles," I oblate.
"What are more ungrateful than ingratitude?" he hoop. "And now this sweetish lady offer you Thursday which you refuse. Why so?"
I point out of window where weather was there shooting lightning into churches while thunder cursed with entreme bellus.
"I do not like this Thursday," I renig. "It is damaged."
"You shall be included among the wreckage!" he nash while compelling me downstair. And next I stood alonesome in the midst of Thursday which was quite drowned.
Hoping you are the same,
Yours truly, HASHIMURA TOGO.
Togo's Moving Day
Dear Sir:--Kindly to please notice my detachment from employ of Hon. Mrs. & Mr. Anna G. Sulkz, Cornstable, N. J. I shall tell you how they carelussly came to remove their home without including me among furniture.
One morning a.m. Hon. Mrs. arrive to kitchen and observe me singing Japanese opera amid dish-pans.
"Togo," she say it, "date of Maytime will soonly arrive up. May Day are come when nervus prostration are enjoyed by all Homes which must travel for their health."
"I should like learn this education," I say it.
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