"She is warm as the sun in early June, and she may be beautiful and a princess, but we all think of her as Golden Bells, the little girl in the Chinese garden." "Did you ever see her ?" says Marco, eagerly.

"Tell me." "I saw her before I left," says the sea-captain.

"I was at the Khan's palace of Chagannor," says he, "seeing of the chief of the stewards was there anything I could get for him, and I in foreign parts.

And as I was being rowed back along the river by my ten brawny sailormen, what did I pass but the garden of Golden Bells.
"And there she was by the river-side, a little brown slip of a girl in green coat and trousers, with a flower in her dark hair.
"And I lower my head in reverence as we pass by.

But I hear her low, merry voice, by reason of which they call her Golden Bells.
"'Ho, master of the vessel.' she calls.