felt, rutomacerrible o ell you, it  as bad as  some fifteen years later ed to fall and, listening in tance, I could  rumbles and kne oppable.

    A feer u tsing . My motly.

    quot;An-mei, be a good girl,quot; sired voice. quot;Go to Yan C;

    I rubbed my eyes and as I a sing.

    quot;Be quiet. Notter. Go to Yan C; my mother whispered.

    And ted me doo to sing and u tsings deep voice complaining of t to Yan C ed me and knew I would be crying.

    t morning I could not look at my mot I sa Fift breakfast t morning, in front of everybody, ed o a servant for serving ared at icizing a servant t sing to cry. But later t morning, Fifth ife was smiling again, prancing around in a new dress and new shoes.

    In ternoon, my mot time. e ore to find embroidery t;Do you see ; s;Do you see ion?

    makes mudbrick tiles. And at nigo me, smelling of ;

    S;You can see no not forget. I  ai, t alai!quot;

    Sefully I s sounded like t means quot;die.quot; And I remembered Popo once telling me four is a very unlucky number because if you say it in an angry  al wrong.

    t became cs returned o tientsin. tion o be sent to tation, but of course t  enougo carry torcar came a dozen or so rickss folloo pour out of torcar.

    My motanding beo greet everybody. A hree girls, one of whom was my age, followed behind.

    quot;ters,quot; said my mother.

    t speak. But I continued to stare. teeterpillar. to carry one of her packages.

    I felt my mot