world that gives poor San Kee pleasure. I would for his sake that I might have kept the peacock lantern."
"For his sake!" echoed Ah Wing.
"Yes, for his sake," answered the little sick boy. "It is so good to see him happy. It is that which makes me happy."
The tears came into Ah Wing's eyes.
"Honorable lantern man," said he, turning to the father of the little sick boy, "I wish no more for the peacock lantern. Keep it, I pray thee, for thy little sick boy. And honorable father"—he took his father's hand—"kindly buy for me at the same price as the peacock lantern one of the other beautiful lanterns belonging to the honorable lantern man."
CHILDREN OF PEACE
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𝕋HEY were two young people with heads hot enough and hearts true enough to believe that the world was well lost for love, and they were Chinese.
They sat beneath the shade of a cluster of tall young pines forming a perfect bower of greenness and coolness on the slope of Strawberry hill. Their eyes were looking oceanwards, following a ship nearing the misty
