“I do appreciate the advantages of becoming westernized,” said he to Mrs. Dean whose influence and interest in his studies in America had helped him to become what he was, “but it is not as if she had come here as I came, in her learning days. The time for learning with her is over.”
One evening, upon returning from his store, he found the little Yen sobbing pitifully.
“What!” he teased, “A man—and weeping.”
The boy tried to hide his face, and as he did so, the father noticed that his little hand was red and swollen. He strode into the kitchen where Pau Lin was preparing the evening meal.
“The little child who is not strong—is there anything he could do to merit the infliction of pain?” he questioned.
Pau Lin faced her husband. “Yes, I think so,” said she.
“What?”
“I forbade him to speak the language of the white women, and he disobeyed me. He had words in that tongue with the white boy from the next street.”
Sankwei was astounded.
“We are living in the white man’s country,” said he. “The child will have to learn the white man’s language.”