Chapter 61
The NightingaleIN China, you know, the emperor is a Chinese, and all
those about him are c******n also. The story I am going to tell you
happened a great many years ago, so it is well to hear it now
before it is forgotten. The emperor's palace was the most beautiful
in the world. It was built entirely of porcelain, and very costly,
but so delicate and brittle that whoever touched it was obliged to
be careful. In the garden could be seen the most singular flowers,
with pretty silver bells tied to them, which tinkled so that every
one who passed could not help noticing the flowers. Indeed,
everything in the emperor's garden was remarkable, and it extended
so far that the gardener himself did not know where it ended. Those
who travelled beyond its limits knew that there
