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Ella M. Hart Bennett. An English Girl in Japan
An English Girl in Japan
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. ON THE WAY
CHAPTER II. IN THE ROCKIES
CHAPTER III. EARLY DAYS IN JAPAN
CHAPTER IV. A JAPANESE HARROGATE
CHAPTER V. AN IMPERIAL GARDEN-PARTY
CHAPTER VI. JAPANESE LADIES
CHAPTER VII. JAPANESE CHILDREN
CHAPTER VIII. SERVANTS IN JAPAN
CHAPTER IX. SOME FESTIVALS AND A FUNERAL
CHAPTER X. CHANG, MY CHOW
CHAPTER XI. FURTHER ADVENTURES OF CHANG
CHAPTER XII. PAUL AND VIRGINIA
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Ella M. Hart Bennett
Published by Good Press, 2021
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After the theatre we went to a ‘roof garden,’ going up by lift to the top of a large building, and through a door on to the roof. This had been converted into a Café Chantant--plants, chairs, a small stage, and a restaurant, all lit up with little coloured lamps. It was very amusing, and a delightful way of spending a hot evening, as, although the end of September, the weather in New York was still sultry.
Before returning to the hotel, my father took me to Delmonico’s, the famous New York restaurant, where we had an excellent supper, beginning with hot, soft-shell crabs--a very favourite dish in America. They are just like our crabs, but the shells are quite soft and crisp, and one eats shell, legs, and all. Mrs. Besant and her two Mahatmas were sitting at a table near us. They had evidently no immediate intention of assuming their astral shapes, to judge by the number of dishes which were placed before them and were carried away empty. A precocious little American girl of about ten was having supper with her ‘poppa’ and ‘momma’ at the table next to us. Between the intervals of eating she placed her elbows on the table, brandishing aloft her knife and fork, and made comments on the people round in a loud, nasal voice. After some especially indiscreet remark about the long, thin Indian, who turned and looked at her with a melancholy gleam in his snake-like eye, ‘momma’ exclaimed in equally strident tones: ‘I guess, Jemima, you had better keep your remarks to your own inside, and not make them public, or you’ll get yourself disliked--say?’ For a few moments Jemima remained silent, but soon began again.
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