chinese new year :: edith wyatt

Mrs. Sung has a new kitchen-god.
The old one—he who has presided over the household this twelvemonth—has returned to the Celestial Regions to make his report.
Before she burned him Mrs. Sung smeared his mouth with sugar; so that doubtless the report will be favorable.
Now she has a new god.
As she paid ten coppers for him, he is handsomely painted and should be highly efficacious.
So there is rejoicing in the house of Mrs. Sung.