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
