“It is yours, my dear friend,” said he, at the same time handing it to Pao-shu “yours because you saw it first.” It was nearly as large as a lemon, and was very pretty. “See!” said both, speaking at the same time, and pointing toward the treasure. For many an hour they rambled on, talking and laughing merrily when suddenly on passing round a clump of flower-covered bushes, they saw shining in the pathway directly in front of them a lump of gold. Now they came to the border of the grove, crossed a little stream, and plunged headlong among the trees and shrubs. It seems good, indeed, to get beyond his reach.” “And I,” added Pao-shu sadly, “have worked like a slave at my counter and found it just as dull as you have found your books.
Oh, for a breath of the pure air blowing through the greenwood.” My head is stuffed so full of wisdom, that I am afraid it will burst. “For thirty days I have worked over my books,” sighed Ki-wu.
Their hearts beat fast in youthful pleasure as they drew nearer and nearer to the woods. Happy as two lovers on a holiday, they passed along the winding road, their eyes turned in longing toward the distant tree-tops. “There we can forget the cares that worry us there we can breathe the sweetness of the flowers and lie on the moss-covered ground.” “Let us go into the heart of the pine forest,” said Ki-wu lightly. It was a bright beautiful day in early spring when Ki-wu and Pao-shu set out for a stroll together, for they were tired of the city and its noises. One story alone, however, will be enough to show how strong was their affection and their goodness. Many an interesting tale might be told of their unselfishness, and of how the good fairies gave them the true reward of virtue. No cross words passed between them no unkind thoughts marred their friendship. These two young men, like Damon and Pythias, loved each other and were always together. Once upon a time many, many years ago, there lived in China two friends named Ki-wu and Pao-shu.
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