CHAPTER VIII.

CHINA.

WAS it the scent of the perfumed tea, a present from an old sailor

friend, which Mrs. Bunker was putting away, or was it the sight of the

red jar ornamented with little black-and-gold men, with round caps, long

petticoats, and pigtails, that caused Lucy next to open her eyes upon a

cane sofa, with cushions ornamented with figures in coloured silks? The

floor of the room was of shining inlaid wood; there were beautifully

woven mats all round; stands made of red lacquer work, and seats of cane

and bamboo; and there was a round window, through which could be seen a

beautiful garden, full of flowering shrubs and trees, a clear pond lined

with coloured tiles in the middle, and over the wall the gilded roof of

a pagoda, like an umbrella, only all in ridge and furrow, and with a

little bell at every spoke. Beyond, were beautifully and fantastically

shaped hills, and a lake below with pleasure boats on it. It was all

wonderfully like being upon a bowl come to life, and Lucy knew she was

in China, even before there came into the room, toddling upon her poor

little tiny feet, a young lady with a small yellow face, little slips of

eyes sloping upwards from her flat nose, and back hair combed up very

tight from her face, and twisted up with flowers and ornaments. She had

ever so many robes on, the edge of one peeping out below the other, and

at the top a sort of blue China-crape tunic, with very wide loose

sleeves drooping an immense way from her hands. There was no gathering

in at the waist, and it reached to her knees, where a still more

splendid white silk, embroidered, trailed along. She had a big fan in

her hand, but when she saw the visitor she went up to a beautiful little

low table, with an ivory frill round it, where stood some dainty,

delicate tea-cups and saucers. Into one of these she put a little ball,

about as big as an oak-apple, of tea-leaves; a maid dressed like herself

poured hot water on it, and handed it on a lacquer-work tray. Lucy took

it, said, "Thank you," and then waited.

[Illustration: "Is it not good?" said the little hostess.

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"Is it not good?" said the little hostess.

"It must be! You are the real tea people," said Lucy; "but I was waiting

for sugar and milk."

"That would spoil it," said the Chinese damsel; "only outer barbarians

would think of such a thing. And, ah! I see you are one! See, Ki-hi,

what monstrous feet!"

"They are not bigger than your maid's," said Lucy, rather disgusted.

"Why are yours so small?"

"Because my mother and nurse took care of me when I was a baby, and

bound them up that they might not grow big and ugly like the poor

creatures who have to run about for their husbands, feed silkworms, and

tend ducks!"

"But shouldn't you like to walk without almost tumbling down?" said

Lucy.

"No, indeed! Me, a daughter of a mandarin of the blue button! You are a

mere barbarian to think a lady ought to want to walk. Do you not see

that I never do anything? Look at my lovely nails."

"I think they are claws," said Lucy; "do you never break them?"

"No; when they are a little longer, I shall wear silver shields for

them, as my mother does."

"And do you really never work?"

"I should think not," said the young lady, scornfully fanning herself;

"I leave that to the common folk, who are obliged. Come with me and let

me lean on you, and I will give you a peep through the lattice, that you

may see that my father is far above making his daughter work. See,

there he sits, with his moustachios hanging down to his chin, and his

tail to his heels, and the blue dragon embroidered on his breast,

watching while they prepare the hall for a grand dinner. There will be a

stew of puppy dog, and another of kittens, and birds-nest soup; and then

the players will come and act a part of the nine-night tragedy, and we

will look through the lattice. Ah! Father is smoking opium, that he may

be serene and in good spirits! Does it make your head ache? Ah! that is

because you are a mere outer barbarian. She is asleep, Ki-hi; lay her on

the sofa, and let her sleep. How ugly her pale hair is, almost as bad as

her big feet!"

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