the door and fastening
it; after which he turned to us with his little black eyes twinkling,
and crying--

"Allee light. Ching light man light place."

We all laughed, of course, and the Chinaman joined in. Then, growing
serious directly, he looked from one to the other.

"You likee dlink?"

"No, no, not yet," cried Barkins.

"No likee dlink?" said the Chinaman wonderingly; and then in a voice
full of reproof, "Sailor boy likee dlink."

"Oh yes, by and by," cried Smith.

"Ah, you wantee buy fan, shawl, ivoly? Fancee shop."

"No, no, we don't want to buy anything now," cried Barkins. "We'll pay
you--"

"Allee light," cried the man, brightening up, for he had looked
disappointed, and he held out both hands for the promised pay.

"Oh, come, wait a bit," I said. "We want you to take us and show us the
shops."

"No, no. Shop no good. Bess shop--fancee shop, Ching."

"Oh yes; but we want to see the others too, and the streets."

"Stleet allee full dust--allee full mud. No good."

"Never mind," said Barkins; "we want to see them, and the temples and
mandarins' houses."

"Pliest shut up temple. Want muchee money. Mandalin call soldier man
muchee, put all in plison. No good."

"They'd better," cried Smith; "why, the captain would blow all the place
down with his big guns."

"No blow Ching fancee shop down. Englis' spoken. Good fliend."

"Look here, Ching. Shut up shop, and come and take us all round the
town to see everything, and we'll each give you a dollar."

"Thlee dollar?" cried the man, holding his head on one side, and raising
three fingers.

"Yes," we cried, and once more his hand went out.

"What can't you trust us?" cried Smith.

"No tlust. All pay leady money. Go 'board. Fo'get."

"Oh no, we shan't," I cried. "And look here, Ching, after we've been
round the town we want to go to the theatre."

"'Top flee day to go to fleatre?" he said.

"Three days! no. We must be back on board at sundown."

"No go fleatre--no time."

"Never mind the theatre, then," cried Barkins. "Now then, off we go.
And I say, boys, let's have something to eat first."

"Wantee something eatee?" cried Ching, making for a canister upon a
shelf.

"No, no," cried Smith, "not that. We want a good dinner. Do you know
what a restaurant is?"

"Lestaulant?"

The Chinaman shook his head.

"Wantee good din': eat muchee soup, fis', cakee?"

"Yes, that's right; come along."

The yellow-faced