Young Chinese Boy
When Ah Tcha had eaten his Evening Rice, he took lantern and entered the largest of his mills
We are the Shen, demons of the sea
Tiao Fu snatched up her little-used embroidery scissors. Snip, Snip, Snip
Three Old Men
Three children and the old man
This nice large one is for your dinner
This nice large one is for your dinner a
Therefore—upon his donkey—the contrary husband started for Tsun Pu
Then he seized the plaques and flung them from him
The royal generals . . . knelt before Hai Low and bumped their heads in the dust
The king crawled under his throne
The king and his generals gazed across the river
The house of Weng Fu was luxurious in the extreme
The first portrait he painted was that of Ying Ning, a monstrous ugly maiden
So the seventh demon sped away taking the sea with him
So Chai Mi sat beside the river and sewed and wept
Rough Sea Divider
Rooster divider
Reading a scroll
Prince Chin Pa tried in vain to hold his followers
Painting a rock
Painting a rock
Of course, they wore hideous false faces
Old Chinese Man Divider
More and more sad came the music
Meng Hu could imagine a knife at his throat
Man working at the table
It was the howl of a wolf
Kneeling before a tree
It was a well-plucked traveler who returned
'I—I—I—am hungry,' stammered Han Hsin
How could she make beds when her hair needed burnishing
House under a tree
He made a V of the bowstring
He was a weighty elephant—amid the cabbages
He kept his forehead tight-pressed to the floor
Han Hsin raised a bridge from island to mainland
Flowers in the rain
Drinking Tea
Floral Divider
Dragon
Dragon Divider
Doctor Chu Ping beamed upon him
Chinese man rowing divider
Divider
By look and action he was a maiden
'Broooomp'
At that same hour a basket was found in the garden
A whanging of wings that lifted . . . Up . . . Higher . . . Swifter
A necklace
. . . And cut leaf-shaped pieces
A helping hand
Young Chinese Divider