YUM SING 63 



And all because he did not use his chop-sticks 

 nicely, as she told him to. 



So he spilled his rice on his new blue 

 blouse ! 



As he lay in bed, the moon shone down on 

 him gently. It almost seemed to be sorry for 

 him. 



He was very hungry and very unhappy. 



He looked up at the kind moon. He began 

 to wonder if it was supper-time up there, and 

 whether they liked rice. 



All at once a little hand touched him, and a 

 kind voice said : 



" Here, dear Yum Sing, I have brought you 

 a bowl of rice. The little rabbit in the moon 

 sent it to you." 



"Oh! Is there a rabbit in the moon?" said 

 Yum Sing. 



" Why, yes. Can you not see him from here 

 pounding his rice in a bowl?" 



Little Yum Sing forgot that he was hungry. 

 He jumped out of bed and ran to the win- 

 dow. 



There he flattened his little yellow nose 

 that was already flat enough against the 

 pane. 



