Letters from the Far East . econd-class, as do nearly all foreign-ers. Our traveling companions interested us, thoughwe attracted but little attention from them. We were met at the Hangchow station by and her son Kenneth, and after passing asuperficial customs examination and giving our cardto the inspector, we took rickshaws for the UnionGirls High School, where Miss Peterson, the princi-pal, met us on the steps. It is a beautiful compound, surrounded by a wallwith gate-house at the entrance. We had heard much of the wonderful chrysanthe-mums of Japan; but here we beheld them fi
Letters from the Far East . econd-class, as do nearly all foreign-ers. Our traveling companions interested us, thoughwe attracted but little attention from them. We were met at the Hangchow station by and her son Kenneth, and after passing asuperficial customs examination and giving our cardto the inspector, we took rickshaws for the UnionGirls High School, where Miss Peterson, the princi-pal, met us on the steps. It is a beautiful compound, surrounded by a wallwith gate-house at the entrance. We had heard much of the wonderful chrysanthe-mums of Japan; but here we beheld them finer thanany we had seen in Japan; while asters, morning-glories, and other flowers were still in bloom, thoughit was raw and cold, and the following day proved tobe rainy as well. However, we could not afford towaste the day entirely, as our time was limited; sotaking rickshaws, we went forth on a shopping expe-dition, visiting silk shops, the famous fan shop, anda jewelers. The next morning the sun was shining, and getting.
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