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and unrolled the next picture. Here it is. Taro and Take looked at it a long time. Then Take said, "What a beautiful dress the lady has on! I'd like to dress just like that when I grow up!" "But she is walking out in the snow with an umbrella over her head," said Taro. "It isn't winter now." Then the Father unrolled the third. "How do you like this one?" he asked. It was a picture of a bird with a grasshopper in her bill, flying to a nest with three little birds in it. The little birds had their mouths wide open. "Oh, that's the very one!" cried Take. "It's just like Mother, taking care of Taro and the Baby and me! Let's take that one." So they left that one out and carefully rolled up the others and put them back in place. They put the crow away too. The Twins were just turning round to go out the door when their Father reached down one more package from a high shelf. "Wait a minute," he said; "I have some thing else to show you." The package was long and thin, and the covering was a piece of silk with the family crest embroidered on it in colored silks. This was the crest. Taro and Take knew it at once, for it was embroidered or stamped upon the sleeves of their kimonos. It was the sign of their family. The Father took off this cover. Under it was a covering of brocaded silk. It seemed a long time to the Twins before it was all unwrapped, they were so eager to see what was in the package. At last their Father held up a beautiful sword with both his hands. It was a long sword, with a handle of carved ivory, and a sheath with curious designs on it. The Father bowed to the sword. "You bow to the sword also, my son," he said to Taro. "It is wonderfully made. It commands respect." Taro bowed to the sword. Then his Father drew the long blade from the sheath. He turned the edge carefully toward himself, and away from the Twins. "I want you to see this sword, Taro," he said, "for some time it will be yours, because you are my oldest son." "Whose was it?" asked Taro. "It was your Grandfather's sword," his Father answered, "and you are old enough now to know what it means. I want you to remember what I say to you as long as you live. "Your Grandfather was a gentleman, a Samurai of Japan. This was the sword he always wore. Many years ago there was trouble in Japan, and to help the Emperor, all the great dukes in the kingdom gave up their dukedoms. The Samurai also gave up their honorable positions in the service of these dukes, and became common citizens. "Then your Grandfather put away his sword. Years after, when he was old, he gave it to me. But I do not wear it either, although I too am of the Samurai, and the sword is their badge of honor. It is much better to keep it safely here, and think sometimes of what it means, than to wear it only for display. You can show that you are a son of the Samurai, by acting as a gentleman should act. You do not need the sword for that. A Samurai should never do a mean thing. He should keep his life clean and shining, like the sword. And he must always do what is best for Japan, whether it is best for him or not." This was a long speech. The Twins listened with all their ears,-- four of them,--but they did not quite understand it all. They understood that their Father loved the sword, and that some time it was to be Taro's, and that he must be a brave, good boy or he would not be worthy of it; and that was a good deal, after all. "May I touch it?" Taro asked. "You may take it in your own hands," said his Father. And he gave it to Taro almost as tenderly as he had given Bot'Chan to Take that morning. He showed him the polite way to hold it, with the edge toward himself. Then while Taro held the sword, his Father said: "I want to tell you a poem that our Emperor's father wrote while he was Emperor, and by and by when you are bigger I want you to learn it by heart. Then, when you are a man, and look at the sword, you will remember it. This is the poem:

"There is no second way whereby to show The love of Fatherland, Whether one stand, A soldier under arms, against the foe, Or stay at home