pane. Next we lingered before a shop where the women of our party went
into raptures over the exquisite gowns and the beautiful needlework
displayed. Here are shown padded silks of the most delicate shades, on
which deft fingers have embroidered the ever-present Chinese stork and
cherry blossoms, as realistic as if painted with an artist's brush.

That peculiar building just across the way is the Kow Nan Low
Restaurant, resplendent with dragons and lanterns of every shape and
size suspended above and about the doorway.

If you are fond of chop suey, or bird's-nest pudding, and are not too
fastidious as to its ingredients, you may enjoy a dinner fit for a
mandarin.

We stop before a barber shop and watch the queer process of shaving
the head and braiding the queue. The barber does not invite
inspection, as the curtains are partly drawn, but we peep over the top
and look with interest at the queer process of tonsorial achievement,
much to the disgust of the barber and his customer, if the expression
on their faces can be taken as an index of their thoughts.

Then to the drug store, the market, the shoeshop, and a dozen other
places, to finally bring up where all the tourists do--at the
"Marshall Field's" of Chinatown, Sing Fat's, a truly marvelous place,
where one can spend hours looking over the countless objects of
interest.

[Illustration: A CHINESE SHOEMAKER]

One of the pleasures of Chinatown is to see the children of rich and