school and unusually small for her years, would pharisaically clasp her tiny fingers and repeat word for word the verse desired to be heard.
"I hate you, Pan!" muttered Pat on one such occasion.
Happily Pan did not hear him. She was serenely singing:
"Yesu love me, t'is I know.
For the Bible tell me so."
But though a little seraph in the matter of singing hymns and repeating verses, Pan, for a small Chinese girl, was very mischievous. Indeed, she was the originator of most of the mischief which Pat carried out with such spirit. Nevertheless, when Pat got into trouble, Pan, though sympathetic, always had a lecture for him. "Too bad, too bad! Why not you be good like me?" admonished she one day when he was suffering "consequences."
Pat looked down upon her with wrathful eyes.
"Why," he asked, "is bad people always so good?"
III
𝕋HE child of the white woman, who had been given a babe into the arms of the wife of Lum Yook, was regarded as their own by the Chinese jeweller and his wife, and they bestowed upon him equal love
