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 few seconds he grunted his satisfaction. Ah Tzu braided straw.

The silver tray was emptied long before Ah Tzu completed his task. Finally, "Here, my father, are the sandals, and I hope they will be to your liking," Weng Fu gazed. "They are not very well braided. But perhaps in time you will learn. Reach in the cupboard and get a bean cake for your dinner." Ah Tzu searched in the cupboard and found a small, hard, dry bean cake. "Here, give me half of it," ordered the queer father. "I am still hungry." The old fellow took at least three-fourths of the cake—all but a portion that had been nibbled by mice. Then he put on his new sandals, took up the tray and departed. "Do not go out," he admonished Ah Tzu. "Stay here and guard the house against thieves." The door closed behind him. Just what a thief could have desired in that house would be hard to decide. Nevertheless, Ah Tzu stayed close at home, that night, and the following day, and the night that came after.

During the second night three men came