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Mazarine; but I do know that he's a different-looking man when a Chinky runs up against him than when he's choring at Tralee. A sick Chinaman told me only a week ago that Li Choo was 'once big high boss Chinaman in Pekin. . . . And so the mandarin advised you to fly to Orlando, did he? I wonder if it's a way they have in China." "But I wouldn't go.
"Yes, by Jove, the Chinese beat all the world in stinks; but I say, Miss Leigh, try to persuade your aunt to hunt elsewhere for ivories this part of the world is unhealthy." "I'm not surprised at that." "Be advised by me and make this your last visit to this chinky shop. Well, I must be shoving on," and he trotted away. A moment later Mrs.
Then one of the boys would shout in through the door, "Bin eatin' any ole stewed rats, Chinky?" and another would ask, "Give us a taste of yer bird's-nest pudding?"
But she strove in vain to prove her innocence: she could not get her enemies to grasp the abysmal difference between merely making up a story about people, and laying hands on others' property; if she could do the one, she was capable of the other; and her companions remained convinced that, if she had not actually had her fingers in some one's purse, she had, by a love of jewellery, incited Chinky to the theft.
'These ones had Chinky blood in them daughters of a Chinaman fossicker.... We're not partial to the Chinese in Australia only we don't eat them, we expel them methods just a bit dissimilar, but the principle the same, you see.... Anyway, of course we took on the gin and her girls, and for about a year didn't have any particular trouble at the station with the blacks though there was a shepherd speared in one of the out-huts.... That was his fault, however, poor devil the old story but it don't matter.
Laura feigned to be engrossed in the game. But presently she felt her bare wrist touched, and Chinky said in her ear: "What pretty hands you've got, Laura!" She buried them in her dress, at this. She found it in the worst possible taste of Chinky to try to console her. "Wouldn't you like to wear a ring on one of them?" "No, thanks," said Laura, in the same repellent way. "Truly?
It was, however, a big root-house used for storing vegetables in the winter-time. It had not been used since Mazarine arrived at Tralee. Into this place, nor far from the house, Li Choo and his two fellow countrymen had gone the day before, when Mazarine, in his rage, had come forth with the horsewhip to punish the "Chinky," as Li Choo was familiarly known on the ranch.
This was not improbable; for she had her best hat on, which made her eyes seem very dark "like sloes," Chinky said, though neither of them had any clear idea what a sloe was. Still, a prompting to speech invariably tied her tongue. She half turned, and stole an uneasy peep at the lad. He might be a year older than herself; he had a frank, sunburnt face, blue eyes, and almost white flaxen hair.
How the other girls would have boasted of it, had they been chosen by such a one as Bob! they who, for the most part, were satisfied with blotchy-faced, red-handed youths, whose lean wrists dangled from their retreating sleeves. But then, too, they would have known how to keep him. Oh, those lucky other girls! "I say, Chinky, what do you do when a boy's gone on you?"
"I say, Laura ... Laura!" and there was Chinky, in her best white hat. "I'm sitting with my aunt just a few rows down; but I couldn't make you look. Can I come in next to you for a minute?" "If you like," said Laura and, because she had to sniff a little, very coldly: Chinky had no doubt also been a witness of her failure. The girl squeezed past and shared her seat. "I don't take up much room."
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