In a word, both depend more on the drawing than on the colouring of the picture, although this does not imply that, to a cultivated eye, the colour is ever absent.
To the art of flower arrangement I came with a more spontaneous liking than I ever felt for Hachi Niwa, and I seriously think the Japanese are the only people in the world who really understand it. O Tourists of the great hotels of the Treaty Ports, dispute me not, from your memory of the atrocities of hideous crammed bunches of violently conflicting hues, in ugly vases, that took away your appetites when you sat down to breakfast! O Tourists who frequent foreign hotels anywhere in Japan, but still have no acquaintance with the out-of-the-way inns and private houses of the country, deny it not, for you do not know!
Wherever the Westerner has set his foot, and demands foreign food, a tablecloth and forks, he must, in acquiring these, give up the more spiritual luxury of daintily and pleasingly arranged flowers. He can get them both, but he must prove himself worthy. We spent a summer at a dear little primitive inn at Hakone, where the floral display on the tables in the dining-room profaned all sanctities of art; such monstrous mixtures as scarlet Geraniums, crimson Phlox, magenta Dahlias, and purple Zinneas were exhibited, thrust as thick as they
