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"Tora does not care for the Feast of Dolls, because that is a girls' festival. The Feast of Flags is the boys' day."
"Oh, yes," Tora says, "I think the Flag Festival is the very best day of the whole year. Then everybody flies kites and the boys have their feast.
"What fun it is to see the huge paper fishes flying over all the houses and gardens! Some of the fishes are as large as a man. They open their mouths and swim about in the air as if they were in the water. All day long they flap their fins and tails and rustle in the wind."
"But why are so many of your kites made like fishes?" we ask.
"Because there is one kind of fish in our country so strong and brave that he swims up stream and leaps the waterfalls," Tora answered. "So Japanese parents fly kites made like fishes to help their sons remember that they must struggle bravely to win success.
"There are many kinds of fish, my father says, that can float down the stream with the current; but there is only one fish that can swim up the stream and leap over a waterfall.
"We have many other kites too. Some of them are shaped like butterflies. Some are shaped like birds and they make a singing noise when the wind blows through them.
"On the morning of the Flag Festival I find all my toys in the guest room where Hana finds her dolls.
"Among my toys are wooden soldiers older than Hana's oldest dolls. My grandfather's grandfather used to play with them when he was a little boy.
"And there are banners and swords, and images of the famous generals of Japan dressed in splendid armor. My father always plays with me on the day of the Flag Festival, and he tells me about the brave soldiers of our country.
"In the evening the people light their prettiest paper lanterns, and hang them in the gardens and before every house and store.
"Sometimes my father takes me boat-riding, and the most beautiful sight of all is the river with the many colored lights twinkling from the boats."
Hana and Tora tell us about other great festivals of their country, and they invite us to visit them again at the time of the Feast of Cherry Blossoms.
A dip of the nose,
A turn of the toes,
A spread of the hand,
A bend of the knees—
It takes all these
To say "Good day"
In chrysanthemum land
So far away.
[MARCH]
In March come the March winds;
They blow and they blow,
They sweep up the brown leaves,
That green ones may grow.
—Selected.
[APRIL]
April, April, are you here?
Oh! how fresh the wind is blowing!
See! The sky is bright and clear;
Oh! how green the grass is growing!
—Dora Reed Goodale.
[MAY]
Robins in the tree top;
Blossoms in the grass;
Green things a-growing,
Everywhere you pass;
Sudden little breezes;
Showers of silver dew;
Black bough and bent twig
Budding out anew.
—T. B. Aldrich.