genteel poverty, freedom from the white walls of hospitals, freedom from
exactly measured hours. Twenty four hours a day, all her own; that was
what she wanted; twenty-four hours a day to do with as she pleased--to
sleep in, play, laugh, sing, love in. Pioneers, explorers,
adventurers--what else do they seek? Twenty-four hours a day, all their
own!

At half after eight--about the time Ling Foo slid off his stool--the
tender from the transport sloshed up to the customs jetty and landed Jane,
a lone woman among a score of officers of various nationalities. But it
really wasn't the customs jetty her foot touched; it was the outer rim of
the whirligig.

Some officer had found an extra slicker for her and an umbrella. Possibly
the officer in olive drab who assisted her to the nearest covered 'ricksha
and directed the placement of her luggage.

"China!"

"Yes, ma'am. Mandarin coats and oranges, jade and jasmine, Pekingese and
red chow dogs."

"Oh, I don't mean that kind!" she interrupted. "I should think these poor
'ricksha boys would die of exposure."

"Manchus are the toughest human beings on earth. I'll see you in the
morning?"

"That depends," she answered, "upon the sun. If it rains I shall lie abed
all day. A real bed! Honour bright, I've often wondered if I should ever
see one again. Fourteen months in that awful world up there! Siberia!"

"You're a plucky woman."

"Somebody had to go. Armenia or Siberia, it was all the same to me if I
could help." She held out her hand. "Good-night, captain. Thank you for
all your kindness to me. Ten o'clock, if it is sunshiny. You're to show me
the shops. Oh, if I were only rich!"

"And what would you do if you had riches?"

"I'd buy all the silk at Kai Fook's--isn't that the name?--and roll myself
up in it like a cocoon."

The man laughed. He understood. A touch of luxury, after all these
indescribable months of dirt and disease, rain and snow and ice, among a
people who lived like animals, who had the intelligence of animals. When
he spoke the officer's voice was singularly grave:

"These few days have been very happy ones for me. At ten--if the sun
shines. Good-night."

The 'rickshas in a wavering line began to roll along the Bund, which was
practically deserted. The lights shone through slanting lattices of rain.
Twice automobiles shot past, and Jane resented them. China, the flowery
kingdom! She was touched with a little thrill of exultation. But oh, to
get ho