Under marching orders : the story of Mary Porter Gamewell . ter again asked why she hadcome at that early hour. By this time thechild had gained a little more courage, and,standing upon one foot, toying nervouslywith her big sleeves, her face downcast, shesaid: I love so much to play that every dayI just play as hard as I can from the timeschool is out until supper time, and aftersupper to prayer time, so when I come in topray I just can think of nothing but the play,and all out of breath I want to rush throughthe prayer and be off to play again. Andnow, she said, since I know that God knowsab
Under marching orders : the story of Mary Porter Gamewell . ter again asked why she hadcome at that early hour. By this time thechild had gained a little more courage, and,standing upon one foot, toying nervouslywith her big sleeves, her face downcast, shesaid: I love so much to play that every dayI just play as hard as I can from the timeschool is out until supper time, and aftersupper to prayer time, so when I come in topray I just can think of nothing but the play,and all out of breath I want to rush throughthe prayer and be off to play again. Andnow, she said, since I know that God knowsabout this kind of business and doesnt likeit, I am afraid to do so any more. It wasthe same Hui An who, years after, wasburned to death because she would not deserther post of duty. There are others depend-ent upon me, she said, when asked to escapeto a place of safety. The hardy spirit of thePeking school had mastered the Chinese girland braced her to meet danger and death. Sarah Wang was another of Miss Porterspupils in those early, formative days of the. Bound or Unbound? 41 school. She it was who made the famousjourney from her home in Shan-tung toPeking—on a wheelbarrow! It was a dis-tance of four hundred miles, taking sixteendays for the jerky ride over the unevenroads. Sarahs mother and sister Claratraveled with her, and the two girls were tobe left in the Christian school. Mrs. Wangbelonged to an old, respected family. Therewas by nature a certain queenly element inher which made her an undaunted had become convinced that foot-bindingwas wrong, and thus she fully expected tohave her daughters feet freed from thebandages as soon as they entered the new shoes and stockings were pro-duced and the unbinding process began, themother at first smiled approvingly saying,Gods will be done, let the feet be unbound.[rtien her fine face quivered with emotion andthe slow tears came. She wrung her handsand walked restlessly up and down the only
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