“Hello, Mr. Stimson.”
While her friend was talking to the lively young Chinese who had answered his greeting, Adah went over to where Wou Sankwei stood speaking to Mrs. Dean.
“Yen begins school next week,” said her aunt, drawing her arm within her own. It was time to go home.
Adah made no reply. She was settling her mind to do something quite out of the ordinary. Her aunt often called her romantic and impractical. Perhaps she was.
VI
Auntie went out of town this morning,” said Adah Charlton. “I, ’phoned for you to come up, Sankwei because I wished to have a personal and private talk with you.”
“Any trouble, Miss Adah,” inquired the young merchant. “Anything I can do for you?”
Mrs. Dean often called upon him to transact little business matters for her or to consult with him on various phases of her social and family life.
“I don’t know what I would do without Sankwei’s head to manage for me,” she often said to her niece.