was most beneficial, for it placed me nearly a-top my lost shoes. Otherwise I might never have found them." He sobbed to prove his joy.
It is doubtful if the others heard. They, inquisitive fellows that they were, had hands and eyes and tongues busy as they investigated the boat that had caused Chueh Chun's downfall. Lifting a drab and unpromising rain-cloth, they discovered underneath a cargo of precious tribute silks—only the best—stuffs such as are sent in tribute to His Majesty, The Emperor. There, were bales of silk and sewn garments of (silk. There were reds and greens and purples, brown and black and gold. Orange, blue, and pink, they surpassed the rainbow in vivid hue. "How marvelous," gasped the neighbors. "Your fortune is made, Chueh Chun. What stupendous good luck. We who have always been your truest friends, aiding you with turnips and money in time of need, now rejoice with you."
Chueh Chun nodded. "I must beg leave to disagree on that," was his contradiction.
