THE FINDING OF SING HO
LITTLE SING HO did not look very happy as he stood out on the pavement in front of his home. He had intended taking a beautiful walk, and had his umbrella already over his head, preparatory to starting, when his mo chun appeared on the scene, and said: “Where you going, hai tong (baby)?”
Now Sing Ho did not like to be called hai tong, for he felt that he was almost a big man, so he replied: “I going foh walk, down stleet.”
“No, no! you too small; you stay home now, and maybe bimeby mo chun take you,” she said; and then she hurried into the house to see if the rice was burning. When she had disappeared he stood there for a moment, with the gay umbrella over him, looking very much displeased.
He was only four years old, it is true, but do you know, he often thought he knew more than his dear mother. Now Sing Ho was the only child, and had always been loved and petted, and had never been denied anything in his short little life. He remembered many walks he had taken with his father and mother, and he had always had such a good time that he thought it would be still better if he could take a walk all alone. He had just seen two of his little friends, with their queer little Chinese caps on,
Two of his little friends, with their queer little Chinese caps on