"Calling me a _gan_--a goose, indeed! Now, Mr.Brett, how would you like to be called a wild goose ?" "I have often deserved it," he said.
"You do not understand," chirped Jiro.

"In Japan the goose is beautiful, elegant.

It flies fast like a white spilit." His English was almost perfect, but in words containing a rolled "r" he often substituted an "l." "I understand enough to keep away from Japan, a place where they have an earthquake every five minutes, and people live in paper houses.

Besides, look at the size of your women-folk.

Just imagine me, Mr.Brett, walking about among those little dolls, like a turkey among tom-tits." "We give fat people much admilation," said Jiro.
"Nummie, I do hate that word fat.