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76 EIGHT COUSINS.this ? " asked her uncle, as they rested a ^nmute inthe captain's cabin." I should like to see the world, but not in sucha small, untidy, smelly place as this. We would goin a yacht all clean and comfortable ; Charlie saysthat is the proper way," answered Rose, surveyingthe close quarters with little favor." You are not a true Campbell if you don't like thesmell of tar and salt-water, nor Charlie either, withhis luxurious yacht. Now come ashore and chin-chinwith the Celestials."After a delightful progress through thegreat warehouse,peeping and picking as they went, they foundUncle Mac and the yellow gentlemen in his privateroom, where samples, gifts, curiosities, and newlyarrived treasures of all sorts were piled up inpleasingpro-fusion and con-fusion.As soon as possible Rose retired to a corner, witha porcelain god on one side, a green dragon on theother, and, what was still more embarrassing, FunSee sat on a tea-chest in front, and stared at her withhis beady black eyes till she did not know where tolook.Mr. Whang Lo was an elderly gentleman inAmericancostume, with his pig-tail neatly wound round hishead. He spoke English, and was talking busily withUncle Mac in the most commonplace way, — so Roseconsidered him a failure. But Fun See was delightfullyChinese from his junk-like shoes to the buttonon his pagoda hat ; for he had got himself up in style,and was a mass of silk jackets and slouchy trousers.He was short and fat, and waddled comically; his