"Goodbye, Ku Yum. Your father, by passing you off as a girl, thought to keep an evil spirit away from you; but just by that means he brought another, and one which early took you from him too."
"Goodbye, teacher," said Ku Yum, smiling wistfully. "I never be good girl, but perhaps I be good boy."
PAT AND PAN
I
𝕋HEY lay there, in the entrance to the joss house, sound asleep in each other's arms. Her tiny face was hidden upon his bosom and his white, upturned chin rested upon her black, rosetted head.
It was that white chin which caused the passing Mission woman to pause and look again at the little pair. Yes, it was a white boy and a little Chinese girl; he, about five, she, not more than three years old.
"Whose is that boy?" asked the Mission woman of the peripatetic vender of Chinese fruits and sweetmeats.
"That boy! Oh, him is boy of Lum Yook that make the China gold ring and bracelet."
"But he is white."
