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tion I matched with promptness. She spoke Eng- 

 lish quite well and seemed prosperous and yes, 

 motherly. There's no other word for it, although 

 she is now hardly thirty. 



It was a terrible disappointment, a collapse of 

 delightful memories, and as I walked away from 

 her little silk shop with a vague promise to call 

 again I knew perfectly well that I should never go 

 back. 



I left Manila after less than two days and rolled 

 and plunged and tumbled back across the China Sea 

 to Hongkong. I bought a little chow dog puppy 

 from the Chinese steward on board, but I suppose 

 it will grow up and get fat one of these days, too. 

 Allison Armour and his nephew, Norman Armour, 

 were with us and in Hongkong the latter bought 

 two chow dog puppies to send home. They looked 

 exactly like teddy bears. Later he resolved that 

 the trouble and risk were too great, inasmuch as he 

 was not returning by the Pacific, so he gave them 

 to me. And with three chow dogs and my friend 

 Stephenson I embarked on the Asia for the twenty- 

 eight day trip to Frisco. 



The ship was jammed and we found a little fat 

 man consigned to the sofa in our state-room. He 

 was pleasant looking, but we little realized what 

 hours of nocturnal horror were in store for us. He 

 was the champion snorist of the five continents. He 

 could snore in all keys, all languages, all directions, 

 and it was like trying to sleep in the same room with 

 a fog-horn. Nothing could waken him and he went 



