Sinopsis

The soul of the goddess Inari, when in her most benevolent mood she showers blessings upon the rice-fields, looked out from the clear brown eyes of Sasa-San. The sun, dropping away westward beyond the slopes of Fujiyama, the great fire mountain, saw something in those pure eyes which made him linger there. He played about her hair; he tipped with scarlet the full lips; he set the blood dancing beneath the clear olive skin. The coral hairpins flushed a brighter red; those of mother-of-pearl shone like gold. Wrapped was she in sunshine, and fanned with the fragrance of the plum-blossoms from the adjacent orchard.