"What are you going to do?
Kill him ?" I asked eagerly.

But he only poked at the quivering form to awaken it, and merely succeeded in changing the key from B flat to a discord of minors.
At Yokohama somebody got off and by buying an extra berth we moved into another state-room and slept for twenty-four hours.

We called him "Snoring Cupid," because of his cherubic appearance and proficiency in snoring.
It was the cherry blossom season in Japan.

Through the constant rain we saw the hillsides pink with loveliness.

But it was cold and disheartening and after five days in Japan we turned with relief to the voyage homeward.