Gotome 1

Once upon a time, there was a baby named Gotome. The child grew and came to know forms and letters, the names of the wildflowers, and the assemblage of numbers. One day, Gotome's friend, another youth from the town, asked her-- why are you called Gotome? But Gotome did not know why. So she went to her school teacher and asked him-- why am I called Gotome? But he did not know why and instead told her to ask her parents. So she went to her parents and asked them-- why am I called Gotome? But her parents did not know why and instead told her to ask her grandmother. So Gotome went to her wise grandmother and asked-- why am I called Gotome? But the wise grandmother could only say--

You must do as you are named. The rest I do not know.

So Gotome set and thought. How could she do as she was named?