Our Little Eskimo Cousin

oo," said Chie Lo, when Chin had to

d then Pome Yik and I went off in my c

e think that straight, wiry hair is the only beautiful kind in the world, and make fun of any one whose h

erself called Pome Yik any more than if it had been "double-toe" or "hunchback,

Chin, where you often go on errands for father. Then we came to a field flooded with water and co

e these to bring home.

r to admire. Their hearts were golden; the petals, which were of a f

the story of life, and was sacred to the Buddha, who was often pic

s the long stems grow, they reach up through the deep water toward the sunlight. That is

in shape, and beautiful in colour, while its heart is golden, we remember. That

Chinese in the city would be glad to buy the seeds, which they grind and make into cakes. The stems could be cooked and served as a d

ar the palace," said Chin, as he smelled the flowers. "He has see

Chie Lo, thoughtfully. "They say that the palace

couches to lie and sit on. These are covered with silks and satins of beautiful colours, and there are picture

gh she might then be able to s

ds," said Chin. "You know that one must pass through three walls before

, theatres and markets. There are all sorts of lovely trees and plants, ponds and summer houses. The children mus

his morning," said Chin, who was quite satisfied to

k. As one of them turned the wheel, their nets were spread out and sunk in the water. The other men darted right and left in their boats, shouting and beating drums, a

n it, too, for father and I fished with a wheel once, and I liked