Supposing the wire should break and her head tumble off her shoulders into the street?
The whimsey caused another smile to ripple across her lips.
This amazing world she had set forth to discover! Yesterday at this time she had had no thought in her head about Canton.

America, the land of rosy apples and snowstorms, beckoned, and she wanted to fly thitherward.

Yet, here she was, in the ancient Chinese city, weaving in and out of the narrow streets some scarcely wide enough for two men to walk abreast, streets that boiled and eddied with yellow human beings, who worshipped strange gods, ate strange foods, and diffused strange suffocating smells.

These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight.

It was only when they came into a square that daylight had a positive quality.
So many things she saw that her interest stumbled rather than leaped from object to object.