With a cry of thanksgiving, Ying-lo flung his arms about his parents and descended with them to the shore.
THE WOODEN TABLET
es, my boy, whatever happens, be sure to save that tablet. It is the only thing we have left worth keeping."
K'ang-p'u's father was just setting out for the city, to be gone all day. He had been telling K'ang-p'u about some work in the little garden, for the boy was a strong and willing helper.
"All right, father, I'll do what you tell me; but suppose the foreign soldiers should come while you are gone? I heard that they were over at T'ang Shu yesterday and burned the village. If they should come here, what must I do?"