My family of Japanese relations, very numerous and very conspicuous,
is a great source of diversion to those of my brother officers who
visit me in my villa on the hill,--most especially to _komodachi
taksan takaï (the immensely tall friend)_.
I have a charming mother-in-law--quite a woman of the world,--little
sisters-in-law, little cousins, and aunts who are still quite young.
I have even a poor cousin, twice removed, who is a djin. There was
some hesitation in owning this latter to me; but, behold! during the
ceremony of introduction, we exchanged a smile of recognition, it was
number 415.
Over this poor 415, my friends on board crack no end of jokes,--one in
particular, who, less than any one has the right to make them, little
Charles N----, for his mother-in-law was once a porter, or something
of the kind, at the gateway of a pagoda.
I, however, who have a great respect for strength and agility, much
appreciate this new relative of mine. His legs are undoubtedly the
best in all Nagasaki, and whenever I am in a hurry, I always beg
Madame Prune to send down to the djin stand, and engage my cousin.