When Mrs. House opened the girls’ boarding school at Wang Lang, Maa Tuan was engaged as matron and teacher. Concerning her work in this school Miss M. L. Cort writes in her book on Siam: “This school has had the advantage of the faithful and constant services of Maa Tuan who is an exceptional Siamese woman and was educated and trained for her position by Mrs. House.... She has been the chief native teacher and matron for the school ever since it began, and the interpreter between the new missionaries and the old pupils, as she understands English very well. It is through her influence that many of the pupils have been secured and retained. She is dignified and kind; and each year adds to her wisdom and usefulness.” Maa Tuan spent the summer of 1880 teaching women in the royal palace by request. For some years she conducted a private school at Wang Lang, and so far as records show she was the first Siamese woman to conduct such a school. While her son was in America, Maa Tuan wrote to Mrs. House that she often rose at midnight to pray that Boon might become a good Christian and become a preacher to his own people. When the news came to her that her son had been converted and had united with the church in far away America, her cup was overrunning with joy. She died in 1899. THE BOY BOON ITT Boon Tuan Boon Itt was born February 15, 1865, in the village of Bangpa, which was a Chinese settlement near Ratburi. After his mother removed to Bangkok with her children, Boon Itt and his younger brother Boon Yee entered the mission school and there began their primary education. Only three years after that, Dr. and Mrs. House resigned. When they were about to return home they arranged to take Boon with them and undertook to have him educated in America. At the same time the retiring missionaries agreed to supervise the education of another Siamese boy, Nai Kawn, at the request of his father. Rev. J. A. Eakin, D.D., in his sketch of Boon Itt, gives this touching picture of the night before his departure: “The warm clothing, so different from anything that he had been accustomed to wear, was all made and packed in his little box. He had taken leave of his teacher and the school. On the morrow he was to leave his native land. On that last night his mother visited him, and sitting together in their favorite place by the riverside, they talked long of the future. Years afterward, when he was a student of Theology, in a letter to his mother he referred to that night, and said that her farewell words of counsel had always remained in his mind, and had been a great help to him.”