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The road was narrow, but smooth, and for over three hours the men trotted along, never halting or changing their gait until we stopped for lunch. There is not much to a Japanese house but a roof and a lot of bamboo poles, but everything is beautifully clean. Before we had gotten down, several men and women came running out and bowing and calling "Ohayo, Ohayo" which means "good-morning."
They waited until they heard the clumpty-clump of his wooden clogs. Then all the children stood together in a row. Taro and Take were at the end. The moment the teacher came in, the children bowed very low. "Ohayo," they called. "Please make your honorable entrance." They drew in their breath with a hissing sound. In Japan this is a polite thing to do. The teacher bowed to the children.
Taro and Take raced ahead of the others to their own little house in the garden. At the door they found ever so many clogs. There were sounds of talking inside the house. "What do you suppose is going to happen now?" Take asked Taro. "I don't know but something nice," Taro answered, as he slipped tiff his clogs and sprang up on the porch. They slid open the door. "Ohayo!" came a chorus of voices.
Not willing to be surpassed in salutation, Yuki San laid a hand on each knee, and bending her back at right angles, replied with mock gravity: "Ohayo Gozaimasu-Kyo wa yoi O tenki."
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