372 ALL ABOARD FOR SUNRISE LANDS.

The sedan-chairs were quite near one another, and Mr. Wadham
called out: “ We will go into the Public Garden, if you would like, for

I want you to see the view.”

And what a view down upon the harbor, dotted with shipping and

encircled by hills!

“Now we will go to my house. Chop-chop, every man of you!”

And away went the bearers.

Mr. Wadham’s house was built of stone, and around it swept broad

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

HONG KONG WOMAN.

 

verandas. In the gar-
den that enclosed ‘the
house, were odd, big-
leaved plants, clumps of
box, also, that had been
cut into the forms of
animals and plants, while
on the borders of the
grounds were rows of
bamboos. The house was
decorated with many Chi-
nese curiosities, while
comfortable, also, and at-
tractive with English fur-
niture.

“ There’s a Hong Kong
woman,” softly whispered
Mr. Wadham to Uncle
Nat, as they passed by the
opened door of a room.
“You know we have

a good many Chinese on the island. This is a friend of my wife’s.”