II. YUNG-KYUM-PYUNG.
A King had t'ree daughter, but nobody in the world know their name. All the learned man from all part of the eart' come to guess them name, an' no one could'n guess them.
Brother Annancy hear of it an' say:—"Me me I mus' have fe fin' them ya-ya gal name. Not a man can do it abbly no me."
So one day the King t'ree gal gone out to bathe, an' Brother Annancy make a pretty basket, an' put it in a the house where he knew they was going to come fe eat them vittle.
He leave it there, an' go under the house fe hear the name.
When them come, them see the basket, an' it was the prettiest something they ever see in their life.
Then the biggest one cry out:—
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Yung-kyum-pyung! What a pretty basket! Marg'ret-Powell-Alone! What a pretty basket! |