. A'Chu and other stories. es. AChutried his best to sweep away the litter with a heavy,awkward broom of bamboo splints. Fung Mui, withsteaming cups and bowls, passed quietly back and forthfrom the dingy, dark little cook-house in the rear, up thenarrow, steep stairs to the tiny bedroom in the Changs sweet daydream had come true. Upthere in the attic she snuggled close to her heart anewborn baby boy. Some days had passed since AChu left at our gardengate news that a baby brother had come to his happy he had been that day! His little black eyesfairly danced, and his chubby b
. A'Chu and other stories. es. AChutried his best to sweep away the litter with a heavy,awkward broom of bamboo splints. Fung Mui, withsteaming cups and bowls, passed quietly back and forthfrom the dingy, dark little cook-house in the rear, up thenarrow, steep stairs to the tiny bedroom in the Changs sweet daydream had come true. Upthere in the attic she snuggled close to her heart anewborn baby boy. Some days had passed since AChu left at our gardengate news that a baby brother had come to his happy he had been that day! His little black eyesfairly danced, and his chubby brown feet kept time to How He Helped to Make the Baby Fat 17 the music of his words. Its tiny ears, soft little fin-gers, fat feet, and thick black hair were described inglowing words by the delighted elder brother. Today as AChu stood outside the gate he seemedquite changed. His round face was thinner, rather pale,and much more sober than usual. His arms hung limpat his sides, and his bare feet clung to the paving STANLEY AND ACHU The dark eyes gazed wistfully through the crack in thegate. There in the cook-house, cook was lifting witha long-handled fork the doughnuts from a steamingkettle, and laying them out to drain. May I have a doughnut, cook? It was my ownlittle boy that spoke. Certainly; help yourself, and the good-natured cookmotioned toward the brown rings on the tray. There was a slight rattle of the garden gate, and thetwo boys exchanged glances between its two leaves,2 18 AChu and Other Stories May I have two ? Help yourself, cook replied, pointing as before. The gate opened a wee way, and one doughnut wasslipped through. It was gone in a moment, down, andout of sight. How fragrant they are! said AChu, as he lickedthe last crisp morsel from his lips. The other doughnut was slipped out. Such a good heart, you are! gratefully returnedthe boy outside. Cook, may I have another doughnut? coaxed theboy on the inside. Help yourself, he replied, quite pleased with
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