“Again, if you please—call me Sado-ko.”
“Princess Sado-ko!”
“Masago!”
“Nay, call me simply ‘sister,’” said the other, in a trembling voice.
“Sister—there! Does not this beauteous robe become me well?”
“As though it were made alone for you, Masago.”
“No, no,—Princess Sado-ko!”
“I bow my humble head unto the dust, most royal Princess Sado-ko!”
In mock humility the new Masago bowed before the old Masago.
“Yet,” said the latter, with her red lips pursed in thought, “they say it is the latest fashion of the court to wear the foreign style of dress. Is it not so?”