The Captain's Pearl
“Painted in a variety of colors, although most were white, they rose two or three stories high like a temple. Dozens of windows stared at her, making her curious as to why these people wanted to spy on each other. Some buildings had fences around them which seemed to serve no purpose, for the gate at the front was wide open. Without the graceful, curved eaves she was accustomed to, the roofs seemed pallid.
“What are they?” she asked.
“What are what?”
Hearing impatience in Captain Trevarian’s voice, she glanced at him before looking out the window of the carriage again. “What are these buildings?”
“In English,” he insisted.
She frowned. During the long months of their voyage, he had spoken to her in Cantonese. If he had helped her practice English, she would be better prepared now to meet her father. Framing the question in her mind, she struggled to keep her words free of an accent, as Mother had taught. “What are those buildings?”
“Homes.”
“Homes?” she repeated.
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