"Me Clistian," responded Quang Po with gravity, as if that one word explained everything. "Clistian must do lite."
Jo looked at him. Quang lifted his heavy baskets on his pole.
"Goo' by," he said.
"Say—Quang Po," burst out Jo, "I'm sorry! I won't bother you any more! 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.