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One of them, a stately man, nearly seven feet high, suddenly spread out his arms; whereupon Sky-High rushed forward, prostrated himself, and was almost wrapped from sight, as he was lifted in the immense sleeves of silk and gold. Mr. Van Buren was now truly filled with amazement. Little Sky-High's mistress was terrified.
He inquired whether he should make it in the American or the Chinese way. "In the way you would for a wang," said Lucy. Sky-High soon re-appeared, his tray bearing a pretty little covered cup and a silver pitcher. "Where is the tea?" asked Lucy. "It is in the cup, like a wang's," said Sky-High. He poured the hot water on the tea, and fragrance filled the room.
One day there was heard a tremendous explosion in the department of Sky-High. Mrs. Van Buren came running down-stairs. Lucy followed her, all eyes and ears. Irish Nora met them, running up-stairs. The kitten fled out, and jumped over the fence. The parrot was shrieking. Above Sky-High's door, Mrs. Van Buren saw a strange black character on a big red paper.
"I will tell that story, mistress," he said one day, "at the Feasts in my Country of the Crystal Sea." "And to whom will you tell it, Sky-High?" asked Mrs. Van Buren. "The Mandarin of the Crystal Sea is not deaf, mistress. Sky-High will tell it to him." Lucy and Charles were full of joy when it was fully decided that they were to be taken on a voyage around the world.
Van Buren was still Madam the Mandarin, and he called Lucy the "Lotus of the Shining Sea." He received many reprimands for the use of these Oriental forms of speech; but found it hard to harness his thoughts to track-horses, especially after the June days began to fill the gardens with orioles and humming-birds and roses. "Why not let me talk after nature?" little Sky-High used to beg.
"I have the great felicity," she began she had got the fine word from Sky-High "to have a celestial Santa Claus, a wang from China, to serve you the gifts from the Good Will tree." The glittering wang bowed to the four corners of the earth, then to all, turning round and round in dazzling circles. No, Mrs. Van Buren's Christmas guests had never seen a Santa Claus like this one!
Van Buren, "if he does well, you shall treat him exactly as though he were the son of an emperor or a wang he says that kings are called wangs in his land." "Then he would be a little wang," said Lucy. "I will make believe he is a little wang while he stays." So Sky-High became a little wang to Lucy; and a wonderful little wang he promised to be. At Mr.
"And what is it you see?" "The American stores, mistress, and the American little Kinder-schools, and the American great college-schools, and the American railcar shops, and the American hotels, and the American markets, and the Americans, mistress." "And who goes with you on these visits, Sky-High?" An attack of blinking seized little Sky-High. "The consul, he goes." Mrs.
Again, a day or two before the holiday of Good Will, Sky-High's mistress asked him to take his wages. "Keep it for me, mistress," said the boy as before. "Sky-High, he works for the good of his people." Mrs. Van Buren stood pondering the words. What meant the little Washee-washee-wang?
To their clamour she answered by pointing silently to her father. "I must leave you here," said Charles Gould, in the uproar. The flames leaped up sky-high, and in the recoil from the scorching heat across the road the stream of fugitives pressed against the carriage.
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