a great pagoda. That is the pagoda of the picture on the vase."
"And did the children crocodiles never get out?" asked Chung in a sad little voice.
"No, daughter," replied the mother. After the pagoda was on top of them they began to feel very hungry and frightened. It was so dark. They cried to their father and mother to bring them food and find them a way to the light; but the parent crocodiles, upon seeing the pagoda arise, swam far away. They knew that they never more should see their children. And from that day till now, the young crocodiles have remained in darkness under the pagoda, shut off forever from the light of the sun and the Rippling River."
"Please, honorable mother," spake a weak little voice, "may I have some tea in my pretty, pink porcelain cup?"
