"Young Ladies, you have much to give thankfulness for," she say. "It is
good to be well born. I shall tell you of Fuku that you may help her to
overcome these unfortunate attacks. It is as she said, she is of the
boats. When a little child playing on the deck of her boat-home, the
rope fastened about her waist, parted, and she fell into the water. She
struck her head as she went down, which I think partly accounts for
these attacks; when she came up, an American who happened to be passing
that point in a sampan, caught her by her long hair and tried to give
her back to her parents, but they said, 'Return her to the water. The
Water Gods have claimed her; she is theirs, not ours. We will not take
her back.' So he brought her to me. Here she has grown up and from here,
God willing, she will go forth into the world a noble woman!"

Then Miss Powers make a little prayer of Fuku and we drink of the tea
and eat of the cakes of much sweetness. The clock strike five times
before we leave the home of our Honored President.

When we arrive at her balcony a strange happening come to view. The
Chrysanthemum pots were all departed. In their place were our lilies of
China, nodding tiny heads in greeting as we pass over the walks to our
dormitory. I go most quickly that I may arrive at the English
Flower-book, for I know not the meaning of our lilies.



For five moons we play at game with greatest pleasure and much gaining
of English. All read aloud with more understanding and our Honored
President say we also write better. No Chinese girl know what other
Chinese girl have written, so we talk of papers most freely and with