In Memory of Many Happy Months — Spent Together in Japan
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A fervent, whispered prayer... Frontispiece
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