You see these oblongs everywhere and when you get out of the ricsha and begin to walk up the narrow lane between the little shops full you see men modelling the clay in of row upon row of tiny figures
moulds or by hand or painting the dark gray-brown figures a shiny white. Heads and arms are lying about on counters waiting to be stuck on and the whole effect is that of a gigantic series of toy shops, adjuncts of- the Santa Claus business.
Apparently this is the sole trade of the little settlement, except fur the food shops and the shops which supply paper money and intense sticks to the worshippers who visit the temples that are sprinkled along the street or perch vu the hills beyond. You can find any sort of image you want here, Peaches ud. Cream,—Chinese gods—or ster bunnies and chickens, fisherman, Sikh policemen, "cats, a yawning gentleman who. looks at frst _glinypse as if he were doing his Daily Dozen before thoroughly. vakered, but who turns out to be uttering imprecations. There is a George. Washington, but ne British historical worthies that we reecgmized. Some Chinese children must have been studying the Sunday supplements. for som? of the figures looked quite like the American comics.
Wouldn't it be a wonderful life, little (Peaches and Cream, to learn a trade like this and graduate from mud pies into sculpture?
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.