Mr. Ito called during the afternoon to wish a Merry Christmas.  Asako regaled him with thin green tea and little square cakes of ground rice, filled with a kind of bean paste called “an.”  She kept Tanaka in the room all the time; for Sadako’s remarks about marriage with Ito had alarmed her.  He was most agreeable, however, and most courteous.  He amused Asako with stories of his experiences abroad.  He admired the pretty little house and its position on the river bank; and, when he bowed his thanks for Asako’s hospitality, he expressed a wish that he might come again many times in future.

“I am afraid of him,” Asako had confided to Tanaka, when the guest had departed, “because Sada San said that he wants to divorce his wife and marry me.  You are to stop here with me in the room whenever he comes.  Do not leave me alone, please.”

“Ladyship is daimyo,” the round face answered; “Tanaka is faithful samurai.  Tanaka gives life for Ladyship!”

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It was the week before New Year.  All along the Ginza, which is the main thoroughfare of Tokyo, along the avenue of slender willow trees which do their gallant utmost to break the monotony of the wide ramshackle street, were spread every evening the stock-in-trade of the yomise, the night shops, which cater their most diverse wares for the aimless multitudes sauntering up and down the sidewalks.  There are quack medicines and stylograph pens, clean wooden altar cabinets for the kitchen gods, and images of Daikoku and Ebisu; there are cheap underclothing and old hats, food of various kinds, boots and books and toys.  But most fascinating of all are the antiquities.  Strewn over a square six feet of ground are curios, most attractive to the unwary, especially by the deceptive light of kerosene lamps.  One in a thousand perhaps may be a piece of real value; but almost every object has a character and a charm of its own.  There are old gold screens, lacquer tables and cabinets, bronze vases, gilded Buddhas, fans, woodcuts, porcelains, kakemono (hanging pictures), makimono (illustrated scrolls), inro (lacquer medicine boxes for the pocket), netsuke (ivory or bone buttons, through which the cords of the tobacco pouch are slung), tsuba (sword hilts of iron ornamented with delightful landscapes of gold and silver inlay).  The Ginza at night-time is a paradise for the minor collector.

“Kore wa ikura? (How much is this?)” asked Asako, picking up a tiny silver box, which could slip into a waistcoat pocket.  Inside were enshrined three gentle Buddhas of old creamy ivory, perfectly carved to the minutest petal of the full-blown lotus upon which each reposed.

“Indeed, it is the end of the year.  We must sell all things cheaply,” answered the merchant.  “It is asked sixty yen for true ancient artistic object.”

“Such a thing is not said,” replied Asako, her Japanese becoming quite fluent with the return of her light-heartedness.  “Perhaps a joke is being made.  It would be possible to give ten yen.”