When the little boy was spinning around through the air, fast as fast
as could be, Ping Pong cried,--

"Velly fine--now--one-two-thlee! let him go!"

Marmaduke obeyed instantly, letting go of the pigtail and flying
through the air like a shot. The three little Chinamen all tumbled in
a heap at the foot of the wall, but Marmaduke flew over on the other
side and landed safely on his feet, inside the great country of China.

He was pleased to see little Wienerwurst, whom the soldiers had let in
through the gate, wagging his tail right beside him; and soon the
three little Chinamen came running up, too, and one and all started to
explore this great country of China.

As far as their eyes could see, stretched green valleys and blue hills
under a pale silver sky, and thousands of men and women, as little and
as yellow as Ping Pong, Sing Song and Ah See, worked among the
tea-fields on every side.

"See that bush," said Ping Pong, "some day Mellican boy's mother drink
cup tea from that. Taste velly fine too."

"And this bush," he went on, pointing to another, "make cup for Missee
F-f-f-"--he found it hard to say that name--"for Missee Fizzletlee."

And Marmaduke thought it quite wonderful to see the very tea plants
which his mother and Mrs. Fizzletree would drink up some day, on the
other side of the world, twelve thousand miles away. But there was