to give; only a wreath of little yellow flowers he had made that morning.
As the Rajah stepped ashore Rhamon tossed the garland at his feet. The great man smiled a greeting to all his people. Then, seeing the wreath, he turned toward Rhamon and looking straight into his brown eyes, smiled again. Rhamon saw the great jewel sparkling on his turban and the strings of precious stones across his coat.
Then the Rajah walked slowly up the steps into the Palace followed by his officers. Gradually all the little boats turned and went on up the river. Rhamon sighed. The great day was over. But it had been one he would never forget. His dream had come true. The Rajah had smiled to him!
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