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 to the treasury. "Are you pleased, my beauteous Tiao Fu?" "No," fretfully. "It is not like the rains of Kiang Sing. Why are the trees not green? The trees are bare and brown. Oh, I wish it would rain—a green-bringing rain."

The trees might very well be bare and brown. Winter's greedy fingers had stripped them thoroughly. King Ho Chu gazed at the barren limbs for a lengthy period before his mind hit upon a scheme for bringing back the green. At length he summoned the royal tailor and to him said: "Take many bales of green-colored silk and cut leaf-shaped