"No, I will not forget," answered Wou Sankwei.
"He has never written to his wife," explained Mrs. Dean when she and her niece were alone, "because his wife can neither read nor write."
"Oh, isn't that sad!" murmured Adah Charlton, her own winsome face becoming pensive.
"They don't seem to think so. It is the Chinese custom to educate only the boys. At least it has been so in the past. Sankwei himself is unusually bright. Poor boy! He began life here as a laundryman, and you may be sure that it must have been hard on him, for, as the son of a petty Chinese Government official, he had not been accustomed to manual labor. But Chinese character is wonderful; and now after seven years in this country, he enjoys a reputation as a business man amongst his countrymen, and is as up to date as any young American."
"But, Auntie, isn't it dreadful to think that a man should live away from his wife for so many years without any communication between them whatsoever except through others."
"It is dreadful to our minds, but not to theirs. Everything with them is a matter of duty. Sankwei married his wife as a
