"You have called this unthinkable Li Faa the Silvery Moon Blossom,"
Mrs. Tai Fu rejoined, quite illogically and femininely, but with
utmost success in so far as she deflected her son from continuance
of the thrust he had so swiftly driven home.
"Mrs. Chang Lucy told you," he charged.
"I was told over the telephone," his mother evaded. "I do not know
all voices that speak to me over that contrivance of all the
devils."
Strangely, Ah Kim made no effort to run away from his mother, which
he could easily have done. She, on the other hand, found fresh
cause for more stick blows.
"Ah! Stubborn one! Why do you not cry? Mule that shameth its
ancestors! Never have I made you cry. From the time you were a
little boy I have never made you cry. Answer me! Why do you not
cry?"
Weak and breathless from her exertions, she dropped the stick and
panted and shook as if with a nervous palsy.
"I do not know, except that it is my way," Ah Kim replied, gazing
solicitously at his mother. "I shall bring you a chair now, and
you will sit down and rest and feel better.
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