Her mother listened to Lucy's plan, and gave permission.

When Lucy got home she said to Sky-High, "We want you to go to church
with us; and Charlie and I want you to go with us to our Sunday school.
There are Chinese Sunday schools in Boston, but we wish you to be in
ours."

"I will have to wear my queue, and my flowing clothes, Lucy," said the
boy.

"But, Sky-High, you can braid your braid close, and wind it around
your head, and put on your black tunic, and you shall sit in our pew.
Besides, anyway, it would be proper for a person of China to wear his
braid down his back after the custom of his country."

"You speak as kindly as would the daughter of a wang!" said Sky-High,
with his beautiful bow of ceremony.

On Sunday the little Chinaman dressed his hair becomingly and put on
black clothes, with white ruffles. He sat in the Van Buren pew, beside
Charlie. He listened to the organ like one entranced. It was Easter Day,
and the house was full of the odor of lilies. The text for the service
was these words of Jesus: "_If any man keep my sayings he shall never
see death._"

The "Joss preacher," as he called the minister, came and spoke to him,
and invited him to go into the Sunday-school room.

In the evening he made Chinese tea, and served it in the library, and