The father, very proud to have a son who would carry on the family name, rode in the first jinrikisha, and the little party took their way to the famous Kameido Temple in the eastern part of the city.
"It was not until three days ago that the baby was well enough to have his head shaved," Tei confided to Umé.
"But I thought it must always be done on the seventh day," said Umé.
Tei shook her head. "The august father commanded that it should not be done," she said. "The baby was so frail that there have been no visits from anyone since he was first seen in our house."
"Then the baby might just as well have been a girl," said Umé decidedly.
"Oh no!" said Tei. "There have been dozens of presents of rice and silk, and many other things. And there have been letters of congratulation. And to-day, when we return from the temple, many, many people will come to see the baby, because they could not come before."
"What name was given to the baby on the seventh day?" asked Umé curiously.
"He is to be called Onda," answered Tei.
Before Umé could ask any more questions they had reached the temple.
Everything seemed to go wrong with Tei. She caught her clog as she was getting out of the jinrikisha and fell upon her nose. It bled a little, just enough to make her say pitifully, "Oh, how truly sad! It will never bring good luck to the dear brother."