The Spirit of missions . JIZO SAMA, THE CHILDRENS GOD A^ith my teachers, gave his consent, andifter my mothers opposition was over-come, preparations were made for myjntrance into St. Margarets School forairls in Tokyo, all we knew about it3eing that this one girl from the sameschool had gone there before. A few days before I was to start forihe great city, my mother took me withler to a round of the temples. Werisited Kwannon, Jizo, Inari, Fudo, andnany others, and paying money to the mother made a little brocade bag to holdthem, and hung it around my neck andbade me wear it there always, and
The Spirit of missions . JIZO SAMA, THE CHILDRENS GOD A^ith my teachers, gave his consent, andifter my mothers opposition was over-come, preparations were made for myjntrance into St. Margarets School forairls in Tokyo, all we knew about it3eing that this one girl from the sameschool had gone there before. A few days before I was to start forihe great city, my mother took me withler to a round of the temples. Werisited Kwannon, Jizo, Inari, Fudo, andnany others, and paying money to the mother made a little brocade bag to holdthem, and hung it around my neck andbade me wear it there always, and neverto forget the gods of my family andthey would never forget me. I was a tired and bewildered littlegirl when, after a long day and two sleep-less nights on the train, and a glimpseof noisy, tumultuous Tokyo, I finallyfound myself in the dormitory of School, sharing a large roomwith four other girls. The little yil- THE SACRED WELL AT THE TEMPLE OF FUDO SAMAThe Japanese woman, almost bent double with age
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