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The Master of the House rode out of the city, perched on a sturdy little Korean horse.

"Always, Yong Tu, there have been poets and scholars in our family," said Halmoni. "They were true masters of wisdom who won high office at court."

Yong Tu admired the tall hats, made of fine horsehair, which his father and uncles wore inside as well as outside the house.

Ancient Korean warriors swallowed medicines made of powdered tiger bones to give them more strength and courage.

Sim Chung's face was as smooth as a piece of ivory carving. Her brows had the curves of a butterfly's wings.

Yong Tu and his cousins were getting ready to take part in the New Year kite-flying contest.

The seesaw was in constant motion during the New Year holidays. The girls, standing upright upon it, were tossed higher and higher into the air

The girls were playing blindman's buff in the Garden of Green Gems.

The mourners they knew went about crying, "Ai-go! Ai-go!"—they did not look as though they would ever wish to sing again.

It was a splendid fair, with clowns and dancers who ran along straw ropes high up in the air.

The Emperor gave Yo a post at his court and the right to wear a peacock feather in his hat.

Ok Cha's mother threw over her head a long, bright green silken coat for her walks outside the bamboo gate.

Yong Tu missed his good games out in the courtyard. He was just learning to kick the shuttlecock with the side of his foot.

Ok Cha seldom had a turn now on the swing in the Inner Court.

The mare smelled the tiger's skin and galloped away.

Ok Cha's favorite war story was about Nonga, the singing girl, who danced the Japanese General into the deep river.