While uttering these words, he reached the door of his bedroom, where he saw pen and ink laid out on the writing table.
Thats nice, exclaimed Ching Wen, as she came to meet him with a smile on her face, you tell me to prepare the ink for you, but though when you get up, you were full of the idea of writing, you only wrote three characters, when you discarded the pencil, and ran away, fooling me, by making me wait the whole day! Come now at once and exhaust all this ink before youre let off.
Pao-yue then remembered what had taken place in the morning. Where are the three characters I wrote? he consequently inquired, smiling.
Why this man is tipsy, remarked Ching Wen sneeringly. As you were going to the other mansion, you told me to stick them over the door. I was afraid lest any one else should spoil them, as they were being pasted, so I climbed up a high ladder and was ever so long in putting them up myself; my hands are even now numb with cold.
Oh I forgot all about it, replied Pao-yue grinning, if your hands are cold, come and Ill rub them warm for you.
Promptly stretching out his hand, he took those of Ching Wen in his, and the two of them looked at the three characters, which he recently had written, and which were pasted above the door. In a short while, Tai-yue came.
My dear cousin, Pao-yue said to her smilingly, tell me without any prevarication which of the three characters is the best written?
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