Gum Sing had such a round, dimpled face, and there always seemed to be kisses lurking in the dimples. And she had the merriest little laugh,--just like music to her mother. It was not enough for _mo chun_ to see this little face every day, and to sleep on the hard pillow with it at night. No, that was not enough, for how could any one ever have enough of so fair a thing? So the father and mother agreed that their little Almond Blossom must have her picture taken. That was a great day in the house of Gum. Such an event had never happened before.
Now Gum Sing did not know at all what it meant to have her picture taken, but she knew by the smiles on her mother’s face, and by the careful and proud manner in which she was being arrayed, that it could be no small thing, and that some way or other she was expected to look as beautiful and as much like the almond flower as she could, as that was sacred to the Chinese.
With delight she saw that she was to wear her lavender silk blouse. “Oh, _mo chun_,” she giggled, “I likee wear _ho chun’s_ big gold watch.”
Now, although the little mother did not think it just exactly the proper thing for any one so tiny as Gum Sing to wear a watch and chain, yet this was such an important event--and such a proud moment for her--that she could see no harm in letting her have her way about it this time. She insisted upon carrying _mo chun’s_ big fan, too, and it certainly did look very wonderful to see it clasped in the tiny brown hand.
The trousers of pink silk were so bright and pretty, and the dainty little sandals had been embroidered by _mo chun_ herself.
When all was ready, _ho chun_ appeared on the scene, and the happy party started out for the photograph gallery of Hen Yin Gock.
“I so happy--I so glad,” giggled the little Gum Sing, not knowing just what she was happy about, only she was such a happy little thing always, and being the only child had so much love given her. At last they reached the place. There did not seem to be anything wonderful about it. There was a window with a lot of pictures in it, and a crowd of Chinamen were jostling each other to see them. Then they ascended the stairway and rapped on the door, and some one called out in Chinese, “_Yap loi le_,” which means “Come in.”