moment, then said:

"You ve'y greedy li'l fish. I never no can fill your bodies. Now I get
flower for Merrit San's breakfast."

She made her way over the flat mossy stones, passed the miniature Fuji
where dwelt the spirit of the wondrous "Lady who made the flowers to
bloom." She paused before the gorgeous chrysanthemums and looked long
at the morning-glories, with their tender tints of dawn. But at last
she spied on a rose-bush, set apart from the rest, a single white rose
with a heart of red.

With a little cry of satisfaction, she thrust her hands among the
thorns to pluck it. The rebound of the bush sent fluttering to her
feet a brilliant purple butterfly. Tender to all living things, Yuki
San dropped quickly to her knees and folded the half-chilled creature
between the palms of her warm hands.

"Ah, Cho Cho San," she said, "the day of yesterday you so big and
strong. The morning of to-day you have the weakness of cold body. That
Jack Floss him ve'y naughty boy!"

She put her moist red lips to her folded palms and the warmth of her
breath stirred to action the gauzy creature she held captive.

"You no must kick, Cho Cho San! Have the patience. I make you warm, I
give you one more day of happy."

Yuki San's wooden shoes sent a sharp click into the quiet morning air
as she quickly crossed the arched bridge and followed the path to the