Between him and Aloysius Sturm danced the boy Adrian, still enraptured by the success of his boat in its swanlike voyages across the pond. He could talk of nothing else, and his bright eyes flashed upward, seeking one joyous certainty after another as he chattered to the elders towering above him; while from time to time he put up his hand and touched the boat, as it were a living creature whom he loved. “I shall sail my boat to China,” he told Mr. Sturm, who had taken him by the other hand. “To China! That’s a long way across the ocean, my boy. And why to China?” “Oh, I don’t know. Because … because,” the vivid little face was only momentarily perplexed, “… because I know a Chinaman. He comes and fetches one of the children from school every day, and he speaks to us, and tells us about China. It’s a big place, and there are thousands and thousands of boats on the river there, and people live on them. I want to live on a boat, and sail on for ever. I’m going to be a sailor, and captain of a ship.”
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