. A'Chu and other stories. as placed in apadded tea cozy to brew, and she vanished up thestairs to the loft. The old mans eyes followed her. She was the youngwife of his old age, the mother of his only boy. Morethan that, she was also the mother of ALai, the pet ofthe household and the joy of the old mans heart. The sun rose higher. Men and women crept outfrom their storm-wrecked homes to the duties of theday. Yi Nai came back from the loft. She turned acup of tea and brought it to the man in her two smallbrown hands. Then she went with her boy to thefields. More yams and vegetables must be gr
. A'Chu and other stories. as placed in apadded tea cozy to brew, and she vanished up thestairs to the loft. The old mans eyes followed her. She was the youngwife of his old age, the mother of his only boy. Morethan that, she was also the mother of ALai, the pet ofthe household and the joy of the old mans heart. The sun rose higher. Men and women crept outfrom their storm-wrecked homes to the duties of theday. Yi Nai came back from the loft. She turned acup of tea and brought it to the man in her two smallbrown hands. Then she went with her boy to thefields. More yams and vegetables must be grown totake the place of the rice which had been older girls were directed to gather driftwood orstalks and grass to dry for fuel. ALai had been givena tiny bamboo stool on the sunny side of the house,and left to amuse herself. iiiiiiiiiiiiiiitiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiimiiiiiMiiiiMiimiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiMiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii^ IMMMIMMIMIMIMMMMIMIMIMIIMMIMIMMIMMIIMMIIMMIMIMIIMIMIMMMMIIIIIIIIIIIMIIIIIIMII/. >? iiiiiiii i i iiiiimiiiiiimmiiiiiiiiiiiiiii urn iiiiiiiiiiiiiimimimi1 i mi linn mill I ii i ii mi ii i in mm hi in in i ii in i mi in ii iiiiiiiiiiiiiininiiu The Betrothal of ALai 229 The master of the house sat alone — sat in he rose and found himself facing the familyaltar with the ancestral tablets hung above it. Yi Naihad placed a cup of tea and a single remaining rice cakeupon the altar. This devotion to the spirits of hisancestors touched the old man. The rebellion in hisheart burst forth. Seizing a bamboo rod, he beat therafters till the tile roof rattled. Rice! Give me rice! he cried. This house Ihave inherited from my ancestors. That does not feedthe hungry. Give me rice! rice! rice! he clamored asthe beams echoed the strokes of his rod. Cheung left the house and walked toward the once did he look back. And ALai — she was toomuch terrified by the noisy outbreak within to call afterhim, though he was never used to p
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