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 When would such a prize befall

If, with pity rash,

We this cub unto the old ones gave?"

Thereupon O Haru San

From her girdle drew

Copper money, silver money

Till it made a bu.

"See! take twice the price!" she said. They ran

Merry thence, to be so rich,

Leaving frightened, free,

In that lovely lady's lap

Poor Ko-Kitsune,

No more frightened, feeling her soft touch.

For she loosed, with tender hand,

Knot, and noose, and string:

Stroked the red fur smooth again

On the ruffled thing;

Rolled cool nakasè to make a band