a refreshing breeze. As she walked along she meditated upon a book which she had some notion of writing. Many American women wrote books. Why should not a Chinese? She would write a book about Americans for her Chinese women friends. The American people were so interesting and mysterious. Something of pride and pleasure crept into Mrs. Spring Fragrance's heart as she pictured Fei and Sie and Mai Gwi Far listening to Lae-Choo reading her illuminating paragraphs.
As she turned down a by-path she saw Will Carman, her American neighbor's son, coming towards her, and by his side a young girl who seemed to belong to the sweet air and brightness of all the things around her. They were talking very earnestly and the eyes of the young man were on the girl's face.
"Ah!" murmured Mrs. Spring Fragrance, after one swift glance. "It is love."
She retreated behind a syringa bush, which completely screened her from view.
Up the winding path went the young couple.
"It is love," repeated Mrs. Spring Fragrance, "and it is the 'Inferior Woman.'"
She had heard about the Inferior Woman from the mother of Will Carman.
