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THE WONDERFUL CITY OF TOKIO.
The boys laughed at his insinuation, then walking quickly,
soon rejoined the Professor and his wife.
When they reached home they found that the steward,
cook, and several of the servants had gone to a wedding.
"
I am so sorry," said Mrs. Jewett.
t? What shall we do
for supper? Sallie and I can manage to find something to eat,
but I am at a loss what to give you."
"We will go to a Japanese restaurant," said her husband.
"Oto, do you know of a good one hereabouts?"
" Yes, sir, there is a famous rio-ria in Uyeno."
The} 7 walked through the grounds, and, in a few moments,
were seated on the floor of a restaurant, called the " Golden
cherry blossom."
Around them were groups of Japanese, singing, joking and
eating, the combined noises being almost deafening.
After ordering their supper they watched the other guests,
and Fitz said:
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Why does not each party have a private room ? One
gets bewildered listening to half a dozen songs at the same
time. How rank the candles smell. You have gas in the
streets, so why do you not introduce it in your restaurants?"
"Because our people dislike the odor," quietly answered
Oto.
T You enjoy the smell of gas; we prefer that of our ro-
" Hullo! there is a picture of our long-headed friend," said
Fitz, nodding towards a kakemono (hanging picture)
wall.
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on the
That is a good name for the god of longevity," said Oto.
ff Look at the dwarf plum tree in front of him. It bears alternate
bunches of red and white blossoms. Is it not wonderful ? "
Fitz regarded it with a critical air and quietly answered:
" I don't think much of it. In the States we have rose