The _kurumaya_ has drawn his wife and children to Mukojima, and they wander slowly under the trees, the little ones in their gay-coloured _kimono_, covered with the largest of large flowers. Even the little tonsured babies blink up at the pink wonder overhead from the warm pouch on their mother’s backs. And the old grandmothers, with their cropped grey heads and shaven eyebrows, tell how the cherry-trees were much finer when they were young. The little girls, with their hair oiled into lengths of black ribbons and tied in loops on the top of their heads; the young wife, with the wonderful whorls of the married woman’s coiffure; the bare-legged, blue-knickerbockered _’ricksha_ man; the schoolboys, with their striped cotton _hakama_; the fathers, in their grey _kimono_--all the working world, all the people are here. Below the level of the bank, raised high here, for the Sumidagawa, like all the rivers of Japan, is fierce in its floods, and set thick together, are the _chaya_. These range from the humblest little roofed shed, with its broad, low tables, like a series of large trays on dwarf legs, covered with coarse red blankets, to the superb tea-houses with their snow-white matted rooms, their painted _shōji_. And they are all full. The _kurumaya_ drinks his bowl of pale green tea, sitting on his heels on the red blanket. The little wife tries the immensely popular drink of _ramuné_ (lemonade) out of a doll’s tumbler. The coolie, with his festive pink towel, pours warm _saké_ from slim china vases into tiny china bowls, and the smile on his broad, bullet-headed face grows broader. For the _saké_ drinker, unlike Western drunkards, only becomes politer and politer, until the Japanese smile of courtesy broadens into a large, fixed, unending, amiable grin, and the _saké_ drunkard goes politely, though stumblingly, home to sleep. But of even _saké_ drunkenness there is little, for the most part _o cha_ (honourable tea) and _o kashi_ (honourable cakes) content these uncivilised Bank Holiday-makers, who have come out to see--just the pink cherry-blossoms against the blue sky. And will go home again--content.