"Yes, him white; but all same, China boy. His mother, she not have any white flend, and the wife of Lum Yook give her lice and tea, so when she go to the land of spilit, she give her boy to the wife of Lum Yook. Lady, you want buy lichi?"
While Anna Harrison was extracting a dime from her purse the black, rosetted head slowly turned and a tiny fist began rubbing itself into a tiny face.
"Well, chickabiddy, have you had a nice nap?"
"Tjo ho! tjo ho!"
The black eyes gazed solemnly and disdainfully at the stranger.
"She tell you to be good," chuckled the old man.
"Oh, you quaint little thing!"
The quaint little thing hearing herself thus apostrophized, turned herself around upon the bosom of the still sleeping boy and, reaching her arms up to his neck, buried her face again under his chin. This, of course, awakened him. He sat up and stared bewilderedly at the Mission woman.
"What is the boy's name?" she asked, noting his gray eyes and rosy skin.
His reply, though audible, was wholly unintelligible to the American woman.
