“Poor little thing! How shy she is!” exclaimed Mrs. Dean.
Sankwei was glad that neither she nor the young girl understood the meaning of the averted face.
Thus began Wou Sankwei’s life in America as a family man. He soon became accustomed to the change, which was not such a great one after all. Pau Lin was more of an accessory than a part of his life. She interfered not at all with his studies, his business, or his friends, and when not engaged in housework or sewing, spent most of her time in the society of one or the other of the merchants’ wives who lived in the flats and apartments around her own. She kept up the Chinese custom of taking her meals after her husband or at a separate table, and observed faithfully the rule laid down for her by her late mother-in-law: to keep a quiet tongue in the presence of her man. Sankwei, on his part, was always kind and indulgent. He bought her silk dresses, hair ornaments, fans, and sweetmeats. He ordered her favorite dishes from the Chinese restaurant. When she wished to go out with her women friends, he hired a carriage, and shortly after her advent erected behind her sleeping room a chapel for the ancestral tablet and gorgeous goddess which she had brought over seas with her.
Upon the child both parents lavished affection. He was a quaint, serious little fellow, small for his age and requiring much care. Although naturally much attached to his mother, he became also very fond of his father who, more like an elder brother than a parent, delighted in playing all kinds of games with him, and whom he followed about like a little dog. Adah Charlton took a great fancy to him and sketched him in many different poses for a book on Chinese children which she was illustrating.
“He will be strong enough to go to school next year,” said Sankwei to her one day. “Later on I intend to put him through an American college.”
“What does your wife think of a Western training for him?” inquired the young girl.
“I have not consulted her about the matter,” he answered. “A woman does not understand such things.”
“A woman, Mr. Wou,” declared Adah, “understands such things as well as and sometimes better than a man.”
“An, American woman, maybe,” amended Sankwei; “but not a Chinese.”
From the first Pau Lin had shown no disposition to become Americanized, and Sankwei himself had not urged it.