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THE little girl Pai Mei laid down the bunch of rice-plants and, having separated them, arranged them at suitable intervals along the line of the shallow trench where Ming Nai carefully planted each one with a deft motion of a stick and a final adjustment with her left hand.
-"There are no more rice-plants than these," said Mei. "That was the last handful."