"Yesterday, O Great Man, I was a caterpillar!"
Just then young Carman came strolling up the path. Mr. Spring Fragrance opened the door to him. "Come in, neighbor," said he. "I have received some new books from Shanghai."
"Good," replied young Carman, who was interested in Chinese Literature. While he and Mr. Spring Fragrance discussed the "Odes of Chow" and the "Sorrows of Han," Mrs. Spring Fragrance, sitting in a low easy-chair of rose-colored silk, covertly studied her visitor's countenance. Why was his expression so much more grave than gay? It had not been so a year ago—before he had known the Inferior Woman. Mrs. Spring Fragrance noted other changes, also, both in speech and manner. "He is no longer a boy," mused she. "He is a man, and it is the work of the Inferior Woman."
"And when, Mr. Carman," she inquired, "will you bring home a daughter to your mother?"
"And when, Mrs. Spring Fragrance, do you think I should?" returned the young man."
Mrs. Spring Fragrance spread wide her fan and gazed thoughtfully over its silver edge.
