"Princess Splendor could not marry the right prince," answered Umé.
The mother smiled, and rising, carried Yuki San into the house, while the temple bells were still ringing through the twilight.
CHAPTER IX
A TRIP TO KAMAKURA
It was a hot morning in midsummer. The veranda shutters had been open all night and the shoji had been only half closed so that tiny breezes might creep through to cool the pink cheek of Umé San, as she lay on the floor under a thin silk coverlet.
All night the kirigirisu had sung in his cage near Umé's bed; and all night the mosquitoes had buzzed and sung outside of Umé's own cage of green mosquito netting.
At four o'clock, just as the sun peeped into the room, Umé opened her eyes. "Oh, little kirigirisu," she whispered, "I like your singing much better than that of the mosquitoes. Gladly would I put them all in a cage in the godown."
Then she thought of her morning-glories and pattered out into the garden to look at them.