A man-of-war is entering the harbor.

Quick, the glasses! "Steady my hand, Suzuki, that I may read the name." It is the Abraham Lincoln, Pinkerton's ship! Now the cherry tree must give up its every blossom, every bush or vine its violets and jessamines to garnish the room for his welcome! The garden is stripped bare, vases are filled, the floor is strewn with petals.

Perfumes exhale from the voices of the women and the song of the orchestra.

Here local color loses its right; the music is all Occidental.

Butterfly is dressed again in her wedding gown of white and her pale cheeks are touched up with carmine.