CHAPTER III.
THE BOY IN THE TEAPOT.
ON Aunt Polly’s table stood a blue china teapot. Such a pretty little teapot it was, with strange leaves and figures all over it, and right in the center was a queer little boy with two great birds, one on each side of him. He was dressed queerly too, not at all like the little boys you know. He wore a loose sack with very wide sleeves and a broad sash that went under his arms. His trousers were very wide and he had on the dearest little slippers with curled up toes.
Ray liked to look at Ah Lee (that was the teapot boy’s name) and wondered about him. And as our little boy often visited Aunt Polly he became very well acquainted with the strange little boy in the teapot.
One afternoon his auntie had company and Ray was among the guests. After having a cup of delicious tea, made in the blue china teapot, everybody looked at Ray and then stole softly into the parlor.
He was lying on his back on an old-fashioned lounge, his hands under his head, thinking about the teapot boy.
Imagine his surprise when all at once somebody said, “I think I’ll go home this afternoon.”
“Excuse me,” said Ray, who was not quite sure, “did you speak, Ah Lee?”
“Yes,” answered the boy in the teapot, “I’m going to take a flying trip home. Would you like to come?”
“Thank you,” said Ray, “I would like it very much, if you don’t stay too late.”