of little hands grasped Mrs. Dean's skirt and a delighted little voice piped: "See me! See me!" It was little Yen, resplendent in mauve-colored pantaloons and embroidered vest and cap. Behind him was a tall man whom both women recognized.
"How do you happen to have Yen with you?" Adah asked.
"His father handed him over to me as a sort of guide, counsellor, and friend. The little fellow is very amusing."
"See over here," interrupted Yen. He hopped over the alley to where the priests stood by the altar. The grown people followed him.
"What is that man chanting?" asked Adah. One of the priests had mounted a table, and with arms outstretched towards the moon sailing high in the heavens, seemed to be making some sort of an invocation.
Her friend listened for some moments before replying:
"It is a sort of apotheosis of the moon. I have heard it on a like occasion in Hankow, and the Chinese bonze who officiated gave me a translation. I almost know it by heart. May I repeat it to you?"
Mrs. Dean and Yen were examining the screen with the big josses.
