flends

Updated: June 10, 2025

I won't let the other boys do it, either! I can stop it." Quang Po smiled. "Me glad you solly," he said. "We be good flends, now." And he trotted away, the heavy baskets creaking. Jo looked after him. "And I thought you were the heathen!" he whispered. The sky was lowering.

Mary E. (Mary Ellen) Bamford - Out of the Triangle: a story of the Far East