Wing Woh descended and without a word walked into the house. He was a very
ornate person, dressed in a skull cap with a red coral button atop, a
brocaded pale lavendar tunic of silk, baggy pale green trousers tied close
around the ankles, snow-white socks and the typical shoe. Gravely,
solemnly, methodically he went over the entire house; then returned and
clambered up beside John.

"All light," he vouchsafed to the astonished Nan.

Next morning she found waiting on the veranda a smiling "china boy" dressed
all in clean white. A small cloth bundle lay at his feet.

"My name Wing Sam," he announced; "I wo'k you thi'ty dolla' month. Where
you keep him bloom?"

That day John McGlynn stopped after unloading his boxes to give a little
advice.

"Chinks are queer," said he. "When you show this fellow how to do anything,
be sure to show him right, because that's the way he's going to do it
forever after. You can't change him. And show him; don't tell him. And let
him do things his own way as much as you can, instead of insisting on your
way."

McGlynn also advised Keith as to where he could to the best advantage hire
a horse and buggy by the month.

"You want a good safe animal, so Mrs. Keith can drive him; but you don't
want a cow. Jump aboard and I'll take you around. Never mind your coat," he
told Keith, "it's warm."