Contents (93)
- CONTENTS
- MRS. SPRING FRAGRANCE
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- THE INFERIOR WOMAN
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- THE WISDOM OF THE NEW
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- VI
- VII
- “ITS WAVERING IMAGE”
- I
- II
- IT WAS A COOL, QUIET evening, after a hot day. A new moon was in the sky.
- III
- “CURSED BE HIS ANCESTORS,” BAYED Man You.
- IV
- THE GIFT OF LITTLE ME
- THE STORY OF ONE WHITE WOMAN WHO MARRIED A CHINESE
- I
- II
- HER CHINESE HUSBAND
- THE AMERICANIZING OF PAU TSU
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- IN THE LAND OF THE FREE
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- THE CHINESE LILY
- THE SMUGGLING OF TIE CO
- THE GOD OF RESTORATION
- THE THREE SOULS OF AH SO NAN
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- THE PRIZE CHINA BABY
- LIN JOHN
- TIAN SHAN’S KINDRED SPIRIT
- THE SING SONG WOMAN
- I
- II
- TALES OF CHINESE CHILDREN
- THE SILVER LEAVES
- THE PEACOCK LANTERN
- CHILDREN OF PEACE
- I
- II
- III
- IV
- V
- “HOW MANY MOONS, LIU VENTI, since our little ones went from us?” asked Pau Tsu.
- THE BANISHMENT OF MING AND MAI
- I
- II The Tiger’s Farewell
- THE STORY OF A LITTLE CHINESE SEABIRD
- WHAT ABOUT THE CAT?
- THE WILD MAN AND THE GENTLE BOY
- THE GARMENTS OF THE FAIRIES
- THE DREAMS THAT FAILED
- GLAD YEN
- THE DECEPTIVE MAT
- THE HEART’S DESIRE
- THE CANDY THAT IS NOT SWEET
- THE INFERIOR MAN
- THE MERRY BLIND-MAN
- MISUNDERSTOOD
- THE LITTLE FAT ONE
- A CHINESE BOY-GIRL
- I
- II
- PAT AND PAN
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- II
- III
- THE CROCODILE PAGODA
- A NOTE ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- A NOTE FROM THE PUBLISHER
“Here’s one like fire and all the colors in the sun,” cried Lee Chu.
“And this one—it is such a bright green. There never was another one like it!” declared Lee Yen.
“Ah! most beautiful!”
“Oh! most wonderful!”
And so on until they had each made an iridescent little pile. Then they sat down to rest and eat their lunch—some rice cakes which their mother had placed within their sleeves.
As they sat munching these, they became reflective. The charm of the sea and sky was on them though they knew it not.
“I think,” said Lee Chu, “that these are the most beautiful pebbles that the sea has ever given to us.”
“I think so too,” assented Lee Yen.
“I think,” again said Lee Chu, “that I will give mine to the Little Fat One.”
“The Little Fat One shall also have mine,” said Lee Yen. He ran his fingers through his pebbles and sighed with rapture over their glittering. Lee Chu also sighed as his eyes dwelt on the shining heap that was his.
The Little Fat One ran to greet them on his little fat legs when they returned home at sundown, and they poured their treasures into his little tunic.
“Why, where do these come from?” cried Lee Amoy, the mother, when she tried to lift the Little Fat One on to her lap and found him too heavy to raise.
Lee Chu and Lee Yen looked away.
“You bad boys!” exclaimed the mother angrily. “You have been on the beach instead of at school. When your father comes in I shall tell him to cane you.”
“No, no, not bad!” contradicted the Little Fat One, scrambling after the stones which were slipping from his tunic. His mother picked up some of them, observing silently that they were particularly fine.
“They are the most beautiful pebbles that ever were seen,” said Lee Chu sorrowfully. He felt sure that his mother would cast them away.
“The sea will never give up as fine again,” declared Lee Yen despairingly.
“Then why did you not each keep what you found?” asked the mother.
“Because—” said Lee Chu, then looked at the Little Fat One.
“Because—” echoed Lee Yen, and also looked at the Little Fat One.
The mother’s eyes softened.
“Well,” said she, “for this one time we will forget the cane.”
“Good! Good!” cried the Little Fat One.