But there was something wrong, somewhere. The glow of well doing which originally lit countenance gradually he placed the "pi table at our side, and hustled footed about the room throw: every now and wis el Jouk in our direction, while we hardened our heart in preparation for developments. Wong, who never: does anything for nothing—a remark which must be taken literally. to get its real effect—had something at the back of his mind and, until we knew what it was, we preferred to be ca" canny.
Breakfast was served with an air of silent grief, tiff in an atmosphere of outraged dignity, and we went to our work that afternoon puzzled, distressed at the wounded feelings of our servitor.
By dinner time we fancied we had found the solution, and finding Wong in what was apparently a more genial temper, we endeavoured to patch matters up.
"That picture, Wong. I think so, we no wantchee use old frame. To-morrow you go look-see new frame. Must wantchee your picture look nice. -Eh?"
And we gazed anxiously ints Wong's face. Surely we had hit the right solution.
The Lure of Publicity But he stood there mute for a moment, a look of pair. again in: vading the austerity of his countenance.
"No wantehee flame!" he burst out.
"If you no have frame must suen spolium. Frame must have."
wantehee. I tink maybe in puttee pickeha newspapah ide? low fashion you think I can puttee newspaper side?"
"My sabe any time my talicee you anything you puttee, newspapah
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.