Lets sing him a blacke Santis.

So the ginseng child stopped crying and fled with the pine tree from Shantung to the mountains east of the pass, and settled down in the ancient forest in the Ch'ang-pai Mountains. Where else can the pine trees and ginseng in the Ch'ang-pai Mountains have come from?

Dadda! said Gip, in a guilty whisper. What is it, Gip? said I. I do like this shop, dadda.

Come on Maister schoole-maister, be not so bashlesse, we say, that the fairest are ever the gentlest