Then Quang Po's niece had actually laughed at the ill-fortune of her uncle, and had openly expressed her unbelief in the village stone! Quang Po had been very angry for many days, but there came a time when Quang Po's niece induced him to go with her to the little mission school on the hill-side, and there Quang Po heard that for which his soul thirsted.

He saw the picture of the Crucified.

He understood the story, and he, like his niece, lost faith in the village stone and in the incense-shelves.

Quang Po yielded his will and his life to Christ, and the Christian religion seemed strange to him no longer.
So, when this Chinaman handed back the drawing to Jo, Quang Po smiled and said the kindest thing he could think of, although the drawing did not accord with his Chinese ideas of art.
"You draw like Melican," said Quang Po, winding his queue about his head, and preparing to return to work.
Jo felt somewhat ashamed.

He wished that he and the other boys had not cut the sinkers off Quang Po's big net.