"Now where shall we go?" she asked, as the wind blew freshly in
her face, and a few, long swift strokes sent them half across the
little bay.

"Suppose we go to China?"

"Isn't that rather a long voyage?"

"Not as I go. Steer round the Point into the harbour, and I'll give
you a glimpse of China in twenty minutes or so."

"I should like that!" and Rose sat wondering what he meant, while
she enjoyed the new sights all about her.

Behind them the green Aunt-hill sloped gently upward to the grove
at the top, and all along the seaward side stood familiar houses,
stately, cosy, or picturesque. As they rounded the Point, the great
bay opened before them full of shipping, and the city lay beyond,
its spires rising above the tall masts with their gay streamers.

"Are we going there?" she asked, for she had never seen this aspect
of the rich and busy old city before.

"Yes. Uncle Mac has a ship just in from Hong Kong, and I thought
you would like to go and see it."

"Oh, I should. I love dearly to go poking about in the warehouses
with Uncle Mac; everything is so curious and new to me; and I'm
specially interested in China because you have been there."