Hsiao Hung then returned into the I Hung court， where we will leave her and devote our attention for the present to Lin Tai-yue.

As she had had but little sleep in the night， she got up the next day at a late hour. When she heard that all her cousins were collected in the park， giving a farewell entertainment for the god of flowers， she hastened， for fear people should laugh at her for being lazy， to comb her hair， perform her ablutions， and go out and join them. As soon as she reached the interior of the court， she caught sight of Pao-yue， entering the door， who speedily GREeted her with a smile. "My dear cousin，" he said， "did you lodge a complaint against me yesterday？ I've been on pins and needles the whole night long."

Tai-yue forthwith turned her head away. "Put the room in order，" she shouted to Tzu Chuean， "and lower one of the gauze window-frames. And when you've seen the swallows come back， drop the curtain； keep it down then by placing the lion on it， and after you have burnt the incense， mind you cover the censer."

So saying she stepped outside.

Pao-yue perceiving her manner， concluded again that it must be on account of the incident of the previous noon， but how could he have had any idea about what had happened in the evening？ He kept on still bowing and curtseying； but Lin Tai-yue did not even so much as look at him straight in the face， but eGREssing alone out of the door of the court， she proceeded there and then in search of the other girls.

Pao-yue fell into a despondent mood and gave way to conjectures.

"Judging，" he reflected， "from this behaviour of hers， it would seem as if it could not be for what transpired yesterday. Yesterday too I came back late in the evening， and， what's more， I didn't see her， so that there was no occasion on which I could have given her offence."

As he indulged in these reflections， he involuntarily followed in her footsteps to try and catch her up， when he descried Pao-ch'ai and T'an-ch'un on the opposite side watching the frolics of the storks.

As soon as they saw Tai-yue approach， the trio stood together and started a friendly chat. But noticing Pao-yue also come up， T'an Ch'un smiled. "Brother Pao，" she said， "are you all right. It's just three days that I haven't seen anything of you？"

"Are you sister quite well？" Pao-yue rejoined， a smile on his lips. "the other day， I asked news of you of our senior sister-in-law."

"Brother Pao，" T'an Ch'un remarked， "come over here； I want to tell you something."

the moment Pao-yue heard this， he quickly went with her. Distancing Pao-ch'ai and Tai-yue， the two of them came under a pomegranate tree. "Has father sent for you these last few days？" T'an Ch'un then asked.

"He hasn't，" Pao-yue answered laughingly by way of reply.

"Yesterday，" proceeded T'an Ch'un， "I heard vaguely something or other about father sending for you to go out."

"I presume，" Pao-yue smiled， "that some one must have heard wrong， for he never sent for me."

"I've again managed to save during the last few months，" added T'an Ch'un with another smile， "fully ten tiaos， so take them and bring me， when at any time you stroll out of doors， either some fine writings or some ingenious knicknack."

"Much as I have roamed inside and outside the city walls，" answered Pao-yue， "and seen grand establishments and large temples， I've never come across anything novel or pretty. One simply sees articles made of gold， jade， copper and porcelain， as well as such curios for which we could find no place here. Besides these， there are satins， eatables， and wearing apparel."

"Who cares for such baubles！" exclaimed T'an Ch'un. "How could they come up to what you purchased the last time； that wee basket， made of willow twigs， that scent-box， scooped out of a root of real bamboo， that portable stove fashioned of glutinous clay； these things were， oh， so very nice！ I was as fond of them as I don't know what； but， who'd have thought it， they fell in love with them and bundled them all off， just as if they were precious things."

"Is it things of this kind that you really want？" laughed Pao-yue. "Why， these are worth nothing！ Were you to take a hundred cash and give them to the servant-boys， they could， I'm sure， bring two cart-loads of them."

"What do the servant-boys know？" T'an Ch'un replied. "Those you chose for me were plain yet not commonplace. Neither were they of coarse make. So were you to procure me as many as you can get of them， I'll work you a pair of slippers like those I gave you last time， and spend twice as much trouble over them as I did over that pair you have. Now， what do you say to this bargain？"

"Your reference to this，" smiled Pao-yue， "reminds me of an old incident. One day I had them on， and by a strange coincidence， I met father， whose fancy they did not take， and he inquired who had worked them. But how could I muster up courage to allude to the three words： my sister Tertia， so I answered that my maternal aunt had given them to me on the recent occasion of my birthday. When father heard that they had been given to me by my aunt， he could not very well say anything. But after a while， 'why uselessly waste，' he observed， 'human labour， and throw away silks to make things of this sort！' On my return， I told Hsi Jen about it. 'Never mind，' said Hsi Jen； but Mrs. Chao got angry. 'Her own brother，' she murmured indignantly， 'wears slipshod shoes and socks in holes， and there's no one to look after him， and does she go and work all these things！'"