When I returned to the house that evening, tired out with my quest for work, I found Liu Kanghi tossing ball with little Fong in the front porch.
Mrs. Liu bustled out to meet me and began scolding in motherly fashion.
"Oh, why you go down town before you strong enough? See ! You look all sick again!" said she.
She turned to Liu Kanghi and said something in Chinese. He threw the ball back to the boy and came toward me, his face grave and concerned.
"Please be so good as to take my cousin's advice," he urged.
"I am well enough to work now," I replied, "and I cannot sink deeper into your debt."
"You need not," said he. "I know a way by which you can quickly pay me off and earn a good living without wearing yourself out and leaving the baby all day. My cousin tells me that you can create most beautiful flowers on silk, velvet, and linen. Why not then you do some of that work for my store? I will buy all you can make."
"Oh!" I exclaimed, "I should be only too glad to do such work! But do you really think I can earn a living in that way?"
"You certainly can," was his reply. "I
