The Little Brother Of Loo-lee Loo

: Boys And Girls Bookshelf


In flowery, fair Cathay,

That kingdom far away,

Where, odd as it seems, 't is always night when here we are

having day,

In the time of the great Ching-Wang,

In the city of proud Shi-Bang,

In the glorious golden days of old when sage and poet sang,

ere lived a nobleman who

Was known as the Prince Choo-Choo.

(It was long before the Chinaman wore his beautiful silken queue.)

A learned prince was he,

As rich as a prince could be,

And his house so gay had a grand gateway, and a wonderful

roof, sky-blue.

His garden was bright with tints

Of blossoming peach and quince,

And a million flowers whose like has not been seen before or since;

And set 'mid delicate odors

Were cute little toy pagodas,

That looked exactly as if you might go in for ice-cream sodas!

A silver fountain played

In a bowl of carven jade,

And pink and white in a crystal pond the waterlilies swayed.

But never a flower that grew

In the garden of Prince Choo-Choo

Was half so fair as his daughter there, the Princess Loo-lee Loo.

Each day she came and sat

Oh her queer little bamboo mat.

(And I hope she carried a doll or two, but I can't be sure of that!)

She watched the fountain toss,

And she gazed the bridge across,

And she worked a bit of embroidery fine with a thread of silken


She touched her wee guitar,

The gift of her prince-papa,

And she hummed a queer little Chinese tune with a Chinese tra-la-la!

It was all that she had to do

To keep her from feeling blue,

For terribly lonely and dull sometimes was poor little Loo-lee Loo.

Her father had kites to fly

Far up in the free blue sky

(For a Chinaman loves with this elegant sport his leisure to occupy);

And what with his drums and gongs,

And his numerous loud ding-dongs,

He could have any day, in a princely way, a regular Fourth of July.

Her mother, the fair Su-See,

Was as busy as she could be,

Though she never went out, except, perhaps, to a neighboring

afternoon tea;

She was young herself, as yet,

And the minutes that she could get

She spent in studying up the rules of Elegant Etiquette.

So the princess nibbled her plums,

And twirled her dear little thumbs,

And lent sometimes a wistful ear to the beating of distant drums;

Until one April day--

Tsing Ming, as they would say--

She saw at the gate a sight that straight took Loo-lee's breath away.

Two dimples, soft and meek,

In a brown little baby cheek,

Two dear little eyes that met her own in a ravishing glance oblique;

A chubby hand thrust through

The palings of bamboo--

A little Celestial, dropped, it seemed, straight out of the

shining blue.

A playmate, a friend, a toy,

A live little baby boy--

Conceive, if you can, in her lonely state, the Princess

Loo-lee's joy!

How, as fast as her feet could toddle

(Her shoes were a Chinese model),

She hurried him in, and almost turned his dear little

wondering noddle.

"Oh, is it," she bent to say

In her courteous Chinese way,

"In my very contemptible garden, dear, your illustrious wish

to play?"

And when he nodded his head

She knew that he would have said,

"My insignificant feet are proud your honored estate to tread!"

Oh, then, but the garden rang

With laughter and joy--ting, tang!

There was never a happier spot that day in the realm of the

great Ching-Wang!

And oh, but it waned too soon,

That golden afternoon,

When the princess played with her Ray of the Sun, her darling

Beam of the Moon!

For when the shadows crept

Where the folded lilies slept,

Out into the garden all at once the prince her father stepped,

With a dignified air benign,

And a smile on his features fine,

And a perfectly gorgeous gown of silk embroidered with flower

and vine.

A fan in his princely hand,

Which he waved with a gesture bland

(Instead of a gentleman's walking-stick it was carried, you


In splendor of girdle and shoe,

In a glitter of gold and of blue,

With the fair Su-See at his side came he, the lordly Prince


The princess bent her brow

In a truly celestial bow,

Saluted her father with filial grace, and made him the grand kotow.

(For every child that's bright

Knows well the rule that's right,

That to knock your head on the ground nine times is the way

to be polite.)

"And, pray, what have we here?"

In language kind though queer

The prince observed. "It looks to me like a little boy, my dear!"

"Why, that's what it is!" in glee

The princess cried. "Fing-Wee--

Most Perfectly Peerless Prince-Papa, a dear little brother for me!"

Loud laughed the Prince Choo-Choo,

And I fancy he said "Pooh-pooh!"

(That sounds very much like a Chinese word, and expresses

his feelings, too!)

And the fair Su-See leaned low.

"My Bud of the Rose, you know

If little Fing-Wee our son should be, your honors to him must go!"

But the princess's eyes were wet,

For her dear little heart was set

On having her way till she quite forgot her daughterly etiquette.

"Oh, what do I care!" she said.

"If he only may stay," she plead,

"I will give him the half of my bowl of rice and all of my fish

and bread!"

"Dear, dear!" said the Prince Choo-Choo,

"Now here is a how-do-you-do!

Is there nothing, O Jasmine-Flower, instead? A parasol pink or blue?

A beautiful big balloon?"

But she wept to the same old tune,

"I'd rather have little Fing-Wee, papa, than anything under the moon!"

Then the prince he called for lights,

And he called for the Book of Rites,

And all of the classical literature that he loved to read o' nights;

And he read till the dawn of day

In his very remarkable way,

From end to beginning, from bottom to top, as only a Chinaman may.

"My father adopted a son,

His father the same had done;

Some thousands of years ago, it appears, the custom was thus begun."

He stopped for a pinch of snuff;

His logic was sound, though tough;

You may rightfully follow what plan you please, if it's only

antique enough!

"A son," he thoughtfully said,

"To serve me with rice and bread;

To burn the paper above my grave and honor my aged head!

Oh, try me the tortoise sign

With a tortoise of ancient line:

If he turns his toes straight in as he goes, the boy is certainly


Oho! but the garden rang

On that wonderful night--ting, tang!

When a banquet meet was served the elite of the city of proud


And all who passed that way

Might read in letters gay

As long as your arm: "The Prince Choo-Choo adopts a son to-day!"

There was knocking of heads galore;

There were trumpets and drums a score;

The gay pavilions were lit with millions of lamps from ceiling

to floor.

And oh, but the chop-sticks flew

In the palace of Prince Choo-Choo,

And the gifts that were brought for the little Fing-Wee would

fill me a chapter or two.

But with never a single toy,

The princess cried for joy,

Nor cared she a jot that they all forgot it was she who had

found the boy!

Her dear little heart it sang

Like a bird in her breast--ting, tang!

There was never a happier child that night in the realm of

the great Ching-Wang!

And her mother, the fair Su-See,

She looked at the little Fing-Wee--

There were mothers in China some thousands of years before you

were born, trust me!

She looked at the children two,

And down in the dusk and the dew,

With a tender mist in her eyes she kissed the Princess Loo-lee Loo!