"And I will serve you the tea that you have not yet tasted," added the
little servant. "On the Christ Child night I will make in the cup the
tea that came from the eyelashes of the Dharma. And afterwards I will
tell you the story of the Dharma."

Again, a day or two before the holiday of Good Will, Sky-High's mistress
asked him to take his wages.

"Keep it for me, mistress," said the boy as before. "Sky-High, he works
for the good of his people."

Mrs. Van Buren stood pondering the words. What meant the little
Washee-washee-wang?

"Mistress," said the boy, busy folding the glossy napkins on the ironing
table, "the master plans to make a voyage around the world with his
family."

"Yes, Sky-High," said Mrs. Van Buren, "that the children may see the
world before they begin to study about it."

"And you will come to my country, mistress?"

"Yes; we hope to visit at least Hong Kong and Canton, Shanghai and
Pekin."

"You will wish to see the home of Sky-High, mistress."

"Yes, we would like to see you in your own country."