He
had to tell them all about his New York adventures, and also about
their experiences together in the Philippines, and his new friends
showed the greatest interest in all he had to say, and seemed to find
it all vastly entertaining. They were anxious, Archie thought, to make
him have a very good time in Tokio, to make up for some of his hard
experiences, and if this were indeed their object, they succeeded
admirably in accomplishing it. Every day was filled with surprises,
and every night Archie thought he had enjoyed himself more this day
than the day before. They travelled about the city so persistently, on
foot and in the quaint jinrikishas, that he felt that he knew almost
every part of Tokio, and he witnessed every side of native existence,
as well as the life in the foreign quarter. It was all charmingly new
and interesting, and, as in Hong Kong, they were both sorry when the
day for their sailing came around. And always since Archie has
declared that no one can be more kindly hospitable than the English.
The voyage from Yokohama to San Francisco was slow and monotonous,
Archie thought, for he was now very impatient to reach the United
States, and he had also grown very tired of travel by water. There
were some very pleasant passengers, but Archie couldn't see that he
had a much better time than when he was peeling potatoes corning over.
That was interesting enough, anyhow.
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