Kwan Luey gave a gratified smile.
"I lite him," he explained. "I go Mission school fo' yeah. I leahn
lite, all same copy-book. I all same beat teacheh, eh?"
"You are a Christian Chinaman, then, Kwan Luey?"
"You Clistian?" he asked.
"I hope so."
He gave me a sly glance, and said:
"I Clistian Chinaman when Clistian man wan' buy goods."
"But not when Clistian man wants money?" I asked.
Kwan Luey smiled the bland smile of China, and made no direct reply.
"You wan' money, eh?" he said. "You heap lucky, eh?"
"Well, I don't know."
"You catch-em ticket?"