. The Bookshelf for boys and girls Children's Book of Fact and Fancy . d her wee guitar,The gift of her prince-papa,And she hummed a queer little Chinese tunewith a Chinese tra-la-la !It was all that she had to doTo keep her from feeling blue,For terribly lonely and dull sometimes was poorfittle Loo-lee Loo. Her father had kites to flyFar up in the free blue sky(For a Chinaman loves with this elegant sporthis leisure to occupy) ;And what with his drums and gongs,And his numerous loud ding-dongs,He could have any day, in a princely way, aregular Fourth of July. Her mother, the fair Su-See,Was a
. The Bookshelf for boys and girls Children's Book of Fact and Fancy . d her wee guitar,The gift of her prince-papa,And she hummed a queer little Chinese tunewith a Chinese tra-la-la !It was all that she had to doTo keep her from feeling blue,For terribly lonely and dull sometimes was poorfittle Loo-lee Loo. Her father had kites to flyFar up in the free blue sky(For a Chinaman loves with this elegant sporthis leisure to occupy) ;And what with his drums and gongs,And his numerous loud ding-dongs,He could have any day, in a princely way, aregular Fourth of July. Her mother, the fair Su-See,Was as busy as she could be, Though she never went out, except, perhaps, toa neighboring afternoon tea;She was young herself, as yet,And the minutes that she could getShe spent in studying up the rules of ElegantEtiquette. So the princess nibbled her plums,And twirled her dear little thumbs,And lent sometimes a wistful ear to the beatingof distant drums;Until one April day—Tsing Ming, as they would say-She saw at the gate a sight that straight tookLoo-lees breath SU-SEE. Two dimples, soft and meek,In a brown little baby cheek,Two dear little eyes that met her own in aravishing glance oblique; 146 THE LITTLE BROTHER OF LOO-LEE LOO A chubby hand thrust throughThe palings of bamboo—A little Celestial, dropped, it seemed, straightout of the shining blue. A playmate, a friend, a toy,A live little baby boy-Conceive, if you can, in her lonely state, thePrincess Loo-lees joy!How, as fast as her feet could toddle(Her shoes were a Chinese model),She hurried him in, and almost turned his dearlittle wondering noddle. Oh, is it, she bent to sayIn her courteous Chinese way,In my very contemptible garden, dear, yourillustrious wish to play?And when he nodded his headShe knew that he would have said,My insignificant feet are proud your honoredestate to tread! Oh, then, but the garden rangWith laughter and joy—ting, tang !There was never a happier spot that day in therealm of the great
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