Lae Choo piled up her jewels before the lawyer.
Horn Hing laid a restraining hand upon her shoulder. "Not all, my wife," he said in Chinese. He selected a ring—his gift to Lae Choo when she dreamed of the tree with the red flower. The rest of the jewels he pushed toward the white man.
"Take them and sell them," said he. "They will pay your fare to Washington and bring you back with the paper."
For one moment James Clancy hesitated. He was not a sentimental man; but something within him arose against accepting such payment for his services.
"They are good, good," pleadingly asserted Lae Choo, seeing his hesitation.
Whereupon he seized the jewels, thrust them into his coat pocket, and walked rapidly away from the store.
IV
𝕃AE CHOO followed after the missionary woman through the mission nursery school. Her heart was beating so high with happiness that she could scarcely breathe. The paper had come at last—the precious paper which gave Hom Hing and his
