While Xifeng, in jest, contributes money for a birthday feast, Jia Baoyu, prompted by affection, sacrifices incense in a lonely shrine.

Lady Wang saw that Grandmother Jia’s illness in the Garden, contracted from a slight chill, was nothing serious; and when the doctor had given her two doses of medicine and she was better, she felt relieved, and summoned Xifeng to discuss what things should be sent to Jia Zheng. They were talking when a messenger came to say that Grandmother Jia wished to see them. Lady Wang at once went with Xifeng to her apartments, and asked whether she felt much better. “Yes, I am much better today,” answered Grandmother Jia. “The pheasant broth you sent me was very tasty. I ate a little of it and two pieces of the meat, and felt very comfortable.” “That was a filial offering from Xifeng,” said Lady Wang, smiling. “She is a good girl, and all your love for her is not thrown away.” “It was good of her to think of it,” said Grandmother Jia. “If there is any more pheasant, fry a little and salt it well. It is good with porridge, though the broth is too rich for it.” Xifeng promised to tell the kitchen to prepare it at once. Then Grandmother Jia said to Lady Wang, smiling, “I sent......