They went ashore about the middle of the following morning, in the largest of the _Sea Gull’s_ boats, Sun Li in his very gorgeous palanquin with two coolie bearers in native costume. The little doctor accompanied them, walking tranquilly up Main Street in his stiff, dark-colored Chinese robes, as interested in the novelty of the scenes about him as the Nantucketers they passed quite obviously were in him. Erica walked beside Sun Li’s sedan chair, her expression demure, but her heart thumping riotously and proudly over the commotion the procession was causing. And it _was_ causing a most unprecedented flutter in the quiet island streets. People ran to windows to peer out curiously, and congregated on the corners to stare after them when they had gone by. The clever, tired old eyes of the Governor read behind Erica’s forced quiet to the seething excitement she was valiantly trying to repress, and once or twice the stolidity of his own countenance was touched with the faint beginnings of a smile. And so, in the due course of time, the procession arrived in front of Mrs. Folger’s gate on Orange Street, and turned in to the already open front door. In the hall, within, stood Mrs. Folger, with Milly close beside her, and Baby Barbee peering out timidly between their full skirts. Sun Li’s sedan chair was got through the doorway with some difficulty, and carried into the parlor, where his bearers lifted him forth and sat him down carefully in one of the deep, comfortable chairs by the hearth. The little doctor was induced, with many bows on his part of deprecation, to accept the opposite armchair, and then the rest of the party found seats where and as they chose. Mrs. Folger and Milly, after the first polite greetings were over, disappeared into the kitchen to finish the culinary labors already under way, and Erica—who had dutifully offered to help them—was reassured by being told she was to remain behind and play hostess. On hearing that Sun Li’s physician was to be one of the dinner guests, Mrs. Folger dispatched Lis to Dr. Spencer’s house, farther up the street, to invite the latter to join them at the midday meal. And it was odd and rather amusing, yet very pleasant, too, to see how these two elderly doctors from such widely divergent races and schools took to one another, and at once plunged into an animated discussion—each exhibiting much amazement over what the other had to relate of his own practise and interpretation of their common profession. Before long they had the whole room interested, too, and had effectually broken up any possible stiffness that might have resulted from the strange assortment of guests gathered under Mrs. Callie Folger’s roof that day.