Thirteen and seven, you say?
You are young enough to marry——”
Let me explain about her a bit!
Her name is O Hana San.
Thirteen years old. Thirteen? It is the age when the flower of girlhood starts to bloom.
Bewitching Hana!
Do you remember a well by the glorious cherry tree in the park? The ’rikisha men moisten their parched lips at the “Heaven-Sent.” That is its name, sir.
Miss Hana looked down into the well.
She began to adjust her hair. The first worry of a girl after thirteen would naturally be about her hair.
She gazed up to the cherry blossoms and exclaimed: