`` Now where shall we go ? '' she asked , as the wind blew freshly in her face , and a few , long swift strokes sent them half across the little bay . `` Suppose we go to China ? '' `` Is n't that rather a long voyage ? '' `` Not as I go . Steer round the Point into the harbour , and I 'll give you a glimpse of China in twenty minutes or so . '' `` I should like that ! '' and Rose sat wondering what he meant , while she enjoyed the new sights all about her . Behind them the green Aunt-hill sloped gently upward to the grove at the top , and all along the seaward side stood familiar houses , stately , cosy , or picturesque . As they rounded the Point , the great bay opened before them full of shipping , and the city lay beyond , its spires rising above the tall masts with their gay streamers . `` Are we going there ? '' she asked , for she had never seen this aspect of the rich and busy old city before . `` Yes . Uncle Mac has a ship just in from Hong Kong , and I thought you would like to go and see it . '' `` Oh , I should . I love dearly to go poking about in the warehouses with Uncle Mac ; everything is so curious and new to me ; and I 'm specially interested in China because you have been there . '' `` I 'll show you two genuine Chinamen who have just arrived . You will like to welcome Whang Lo and Fun See , I 'm sure . '' `` Do n't ask me to speak to them , uncle ; I shall be sure to laugh at the odd names and the pig-tails and the slanting eyes . Please let me just trot round after you ; I like that best . ''
`` Very well ; now steer toward the wharf where the big XXXXX with the queer flag is .
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