Our Little Asian Cousins: Japanese, Korean, Chinese

OUR LITTLE CHINESE COUSIN buildings – but a very noted candy store. The guide­books say it is the best place in the city to buy candy; at any rate Chenchu bought some. Then she went into an art store just opposite. There were cases after cases of pictures in a most dilapidated-looking condition – pictures for which they asked three hundred dollars. In a back room they had stacks of books of paintings by famous artists, some of which were only to look at, while others were designed as copies for budding genius to begin by.

Chenchu bought three or four of these at an enormously high price for a copy-book, but a very reasonable rate for a work of art, and then returned home as delighted with what she had seen as any of you would be if you were to visit this great curio centre.

That evening when Chenchu was about to go to bed, feeling tired after her long ride, she said, as she laid her head down on her bogi-boo pillow: “Nurse, can you tell me a story before I go to sleep?”

“Yes,” answered the nurse, “if you will guess who the story is about.”

“Very well,” said Chenchu, “if I do not go to sleep.”

“Once upon a time,” began the nurse, “there was a little 170