So the pretty china was repacked, Rose furled her fan, and with several parcels of choice teas for the old ladies stowed away in Dr.
Alec's pockets, they took their leave, after Fun had saluted them with "the three bendings and the nine knockings," as they salute the Emperor, or "Son of Heaven," at home.
"I feel as if I had really been to China, and I'm sure I look so," said Rose, as they glided out of the shadow of the "Rajah." She certainly did, for Mr.Whang Lo had given her a Chinese umbrella; Uncle Alec had got some lanterns to light up her balcony; the great fan lay in her lap, and the tea-set reposed at her feet.
"This is not a bad way to study geography, is it ?" asked her uncle, who had observed her attention to the talk.
"It is a very pleasant way, and I really think I have learned more about China to-day than in all the lessons I had at school, though I used to rattle off the answers as fast as I could go.

No one explained anything to us, so all I remember is that tea and silk come from there, and the women have little bits of feet.

I saw Fun looking at mine, and he must have thought them perfectly immense," answered Rose, surveying her stout boots with sudden contempt.
"We will have out the maps and the globe, and I'll show you some of my journeys, telling stories as we go.

That will be next best to doing it actually." "You are so fond of travelling, I should think it would be very dull for you here, uncle.

Do you know, Aunt Plenty says she is sure you will be off in a year or two." "Very likely." "Oh, me! what shall I do then ?" sighed Rose, in a tone of despair that made Uncle Alec's face brighten with a look of genuine pleasure as he said significantly, "Next time I go I shall take my little anchor with me.