She would throw her into the ditch

The two old people

Yuki San was called before her father

With paint and brush she fell to work

At the slightest sound she listened

Not willing to be surpassed in salutation

"My heart bleed for lonely"

She busied herself with serving the tea

Very helpless and lonesome

To make good her promise to the gods




CHAPTER I


A quaint old Japanese garden lay smiling under the sunshine of a
morning in early spring. The sun, having flooded the outside world
with dazzling light, seemed to sink to a tender radiance as it wooed