"If that being's the girl Mr. William
sent she's got to look as such in some of Miss Jinty's garments and
immediately."
So Ah Lon, trembling like a leaf, was carried off to be attired like a
little English child.
"But as for looking like one, that she never will!" Mrs. Barbara
hopelessly regarded the strangely-wide little yellow face, the singular
eyes narrow as slits, and the still more singular eyebrows.
"Oh, never mind how she looks!" Jinty put her arms round the little
yellow neck and lovingly kissed the stranger, who summarily shook her
off. Perhaps Ah Lon was not accustomed to kisses at home.
It was a rebuff, and Jinty got many another as the days went on. Do what
she could to please and amuse the little foreigner, Ah Lon shrank from
her persistently.
[Illustration: HORRIBLE DREAMS OF MONSTERS AND DEMONS.]
All Jinty's treasures, dolls and toys and keepsakes were exhibited, but
Ah Lon turned away indifferently. The Chinese girl, in truth, was deadly
home-sick, but she would have died rather than confess it, even to the
professor, the only person who understood her speech. She detested the
new, strange country, the queer, unknown food, the outlandish ways. Yet
she was in many respects happier. Some of the old hardships of girl life
in China were gone. Some old fears began to vanish, and her nights were
no longer disturbed with horrible dreams of monsters and demons.
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