The Ghost Story of Adachigahara (p.25)

Now it was only her. When her mother was raising her she walked to the horse market to sell things, and since she still thought like a child, Omatsu happily copied her mother at the horse market as usual even if the sushi probably wasn’t even delicious. So she went to make and sell this and since it wasn’t more than 13 or 14 years, the people who came previously when her mother did business knew her, so reciprocally bought from her.
First person: “Where does that girl come from to sell?”
Second person: “What? oh, where? She is the daughter of a woman who lived around here, but when she was young, the child and her mother together would yet come to sell, but that mother went and died, so now she is running the business alone. Isn’t it an admirable thing?”
First person: “That is quite pitiful.” They would say and everyone would buy the sushi even if it wasn’t good.