"But what she says is a lie."
"It is not, father," exclaimed Lili-Tsee. "My husband has the portrait of a woman, and I found it hidden in my rose-leaf vase."
"I swear that I have no portrait but that of my poor dead father," explained the aggrieved husband.
"My children, my children," said the holy bonze, majestically, "show me the portraits."
"Here it is; there is only one, but it is one too many," said Lili-Tsee, sarcastically.
The bonze took the glass and looked at it earnestly. He then bowed low before it, and in an altered tone said: "My children, settle your quarrel and live peaceably together. You are both in the wrong. This portrait is that of a saintly and venerable bonze. I know not how you could mistake so holy a face. I must take it from you and place it amongst the precious relics of our church."
So saying, the bonze lifted his hands to bless the husband and wife, and then went slowly away, carrying with him the glass which had wrought such mischief.
