“‘I assume that your small selves are lost. Is it not so?’
“‘Not exactly,’ said Mary, who was always the spokesman. ‘You see, we came for a walk and just sort of stumbled into Fairyland and now we don’t want to go home.’
“‘But your August Parent? Will he not be worried?’
“‘Yes,’ said Mary, ‘although John’s sister will not mind.’
“‘So,’ said the Chinaman. ‘Well, perhaps, if we were to ’phone to the August Parent, he might feel relief. Then we could perhaps have tea and ginger before returning.’
“‘That would be lovely,’ said Mary, and, ‘Great,’ said John.
“So the Chinaman stepped into a store and ’phoned to Mr. Devine, Mary’s father.
“‘This is Fong Kee, Doctor of Law of the Hong Kong University,’ he said. ‘I have just found young John and Mary enjoying the sights of Stockton Street. I beg that you will have no worriment, as I shall give them tea and bring them home at an early hour.’
“John and Mary could not hear what Mr. Devine said, but it must have been satisfactory, for Mr. Fong Kee came out of the booth, smiling, and took a hand of each of the children.
“‘Now,’ he said, ‘we shall visit my worthy friend, Fong Charles.’