The second picture was that of a decidedly prettier girl with a much more refined appearance than the first.
“Oh, she best. Sure thing!” said Jim.
“Yes,––she pletty good.”
“You catch her, Sing?”
Sing shook his head ruefully.
“No!––I no catch her. Make me heap swear. I save up four hundled dollar; I send allee money my wifee. I tell her buy that one for me,––see!
“She send me letter. I get him to-day. She tell me she get money, but she no buy other wifee for me. She buy house and ten acres land. Next time I go China, I tell her ‘Damn!’––see. I plenty heap swear.”
“I think she was a darned good judge,” remarked Phil, as he and Jim laughed loudly.
But Ah Sing could not see the joke nor could he grasp wherein came his wife’s good wisdom.
“What l’matter, you laugh?” he said. “Chinaman first wifee, she boss;––second wifee she do allee work. I catchee second wifee help my first wifee––see!”