“Perhaps.”
“He's a wonderful man. He's six feet five. And strong.”
“It's a job for little men. Little souls. With little narrow eyes.”
“Oh... No!”
“Why try to change the Chinese? Their philosophy is finer than ours. And works better. I like them.”
“So do I. But...” She wished her father could be there to meet the man's talk. There must surely be strong arguments on the missionary side, if one only knew them. She finally came out with:
“But they're heathen!”
“Oh, yes!”
“They're—they're polygamous!”
“Why not?”