The Tiger stepped behind; and the Donkey very quickly, in a pretty
short time, showed him the secret of his power. He kicked the poor
foolish Tiger in the head, breaking his nose, and stunning him. Then
leaving him in the path for dead, he made good his escape.

"Any one can be great," said he, "if he knows how to use his power!"
He was a philosopher.

When the poor Tiger came to his senses he rubbed his nose with his paw,
and began to reflect on the lesson that he should learn from his
association with a Donkey.

He reflected long and well--and never said anything about it to anyone.


"In my country," added little Sky-High, "we think that when one allows
himself to get kicked by a donkey a long silence befits him--he can best
show his wisdom in that way. Do you not think so, O Mandarin Americans?"

The "Mandarin Americans" quite agreed with the conclusion drawn by
Sky-High.

It was about this time that little Lucy began to wonder if Sky-High were
not a wang indeed. No common young Chinese could possess so many kinds
of wisdom. He was able to read to her the labels on tea-chests, and to
explain the odd figures on the many fans that decorated her playroom.

"How do you know so much, Sky-High?" she asked one day when he had told
her the meaning of the pictures on an old Chinese porcelain in the upper