"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