"A woman, Mr. Wou," declared Adah, "understands such things as well as and sometimes better than a man."
"An American woman, maybe," amended Sankwei; "but not a Chinese."
From the first Pau Lin had shown no disposition to become Americanized, and Sankwei himself had not urged it.
"I do appreciate the advantages of becoming westernized," said he to Mrs. Dean whose influence and interest in his studies in America had helped him to become what he was, "but it is not as if she had come here as I came, in her learning days. The time for learning with her is over."
One evening, upon returning from his store, he found the little Yen sobbing pitifully.
"What!" he teased, "A man—and weeping."
The boy tried to hide his face, and as he did so, the father noticed that his little hand was red and swollen. He strode into the kitchen where Pau Lin was preparing the evening meal.
"The little child who is not strong—is there anything he could do to merit the infliction of pain?" he questioned.
Pau Lin faced her husband. "Yes, I think so," said she.
