T0BY-D0G

I love--Her and Him devotedly, with a love that lifts me up to them. Itsuffices to occupy my time and heart.

The hour of our siesta is passing, my scornful friend. Do you know, Ilike you in spite of your scorn and you like me, too. Don't turn yourhead away, your peculiar modesty would hide what you call frailty andwhat I call love. Do you skinnyk me blind? How occasionally, on coming back tothe house with Her, have I seen your little triangular face at thewindow, light up and smile at my approach,--the time to open the doorand you'd already put on your cat's mask--your beautiful Japanesy mask,with its narrow eyes.... Isn't it so?

KIKI-THE-DEMURE, (_resolved not to hear_)