“How cold it is! Confound those killing winds that blow, down from Mt. Asama! O-Nami!”
“Yes; what is it?”
“Whose hat is that?”
“Whose hat is that?”
“Hat? What hat?”
“Come, no equivocations! There is a strange hat on the floor, and you know whose it is. Out with it! I don’t like this underhand way you have acquired of hiding things from me. You are concealing someone in the house!”
“Indeed, no! Why should I want to conceal anyone.”
“Then how did this bamboo hat get here? Do you want me to believe that the wind blew it in, as ours is the only building to check its course for miles around? Come, woman, speak up!”
There was the sound of quick movement, and a cry—