"Where? Where is she?" the mother asked, taking the mirror and peering into it.
Of course, the mother saw reflected only the face of a wrinkled old woman. "Why, my child," she said, "what are you talking about? This must be an old relative of ours from a neighboring village."
"No, you are wrong. It's a young woman," the young wife cried.
"No, it's you who are wrong. Look, she's an old, wrinkled woman," the mother retorted angrily. Thus the two began quarreling.
Just then a small boy came into the room, eating a rice cake. The boy picked up the mirror and peered into it. There he saw another boy eating a rice cake. The boy thought the stranger had taken his.
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