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 "You mean you want Shun Kao?" suggested the other craftily.

Woo Fung plucked a red chrysanthemum from a vase and pressed it to his lips. "I might consider it," he said slowly.

"Take her, she is yours," cried Mu Kao, "only let me keep this stone."

Even while they were speaking, Shim Kao entered the room. The room glowed more brightly at her appearance. She was like a wondrous flower. Woo Fung looked at her and smiled. She lowered her eyes. He held out his arms.

"Come," he said simply.

Without hesitation she came to him. After all dreams were as true as sleep or life. Little Lee Cheng was right.

That very day Woo Fung took the lovely Lady to his garden. As they entered the Moon Gate, Lee Cheng was crouched on the wall softly singing:

I had a dream in azure A gorgeous purple dream. There was soft moonlight, The almond trees were blossoming, A faint breeze stirred the fragrant air. It was the Month of Almonds, Of young love, Of youth and happiness— For it was Spring."