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AUTUMN STORIES AND POEMS 



YUM SING 



POOR little Yum Sing is crying ! 

 See how the tears are running out of the cor- 

 ners of his little slanting eyes ! 



I hope they will not 

 spoil the color of his 

 pretty yellow face. 



But did you ever see 

 such a funny little shaved 

 head ! 



There is just one lock 

 left on top ! 



Ilt is hardly long 

 AX/ / ^2; ^) enough to braid, but his 

 ///)/ / ' i mother has tried hard 



to do it. 



When it has grown long it will hang down 

 his back like a long black tail. 



Let me tell you what is the matter with Yum 

 Sing. 



His mother, Mrs. Pitti Sing, is sending him 

 to bed without his supper. 



I am afraid that she has given his pig-tail a 

 sharp little pull. 



