Hsiang-yün, at this reply, fetched a copper poker, and, while beating on the hand-stove, she laughingly said: "I shall go on tattooing. Now mind if when the drumming ceases, you haven't accomplished your task, you'll have to bear another fine."
"I've already got them!" Pao-yü rejoined, smilingly.
Tai-yü then picked up a pencil. "Recite them," she smiled, "and I'll write them down."
Hsiang-yün beat one stroke (on the stove). "The first tattoo is over," she laughed.
"I'm ready," Pao-yü smiled. "Go on writing."
At this, they heard him recite:
The wine bottle is not opened, the line is not put into shape.
Tai-yü noted it down, and shaking her head, "They begin very smoothly," she said, as she smiled.
"Be quick!" Hsiang-yün again urged.
Pao-yü laughingly continued: