him in those days when she had no child of her own. What a long time ago that seemed! She caught her breath in a sigh, and laughed instead.
"Why are you so merry?" called her husband from within.
"Because my Little One is coming home," answered Lae Choo. "I am a happy mother—a happy mother."
She pattered into the room with a smile on her face.
The noon hour had arrived. The rice was steaming in the bowls and a fragrant dish of chicken and bamboo shoots was awaiting
Hom Hing. Not for one moment had Lae Choo paused to rest during the morning hours; her activity had been ceaseless. Every now and again, however, she had raised her eyes to the gilded clock on the curiously carved mantelpiece. Once, she had exclaimed:
"Why so long, oh! why so long?" Then apostrophizing herself: "Lae Choo, be happy. The Little One is coming! The Little One is coming!" Several times she burst into tears and several times she laughed aloud.
Hom Hing entered the room; his arms hung down by his side.
"The Little One!" shrieked Lae Choo.
