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professor opened one bag. “By Jove,” he exclaimed, “we have found the stolen jewels.” “Let us thank the storm,” he added. “And let us thank Allah,” added the driver.
“And,” said Apera, “let us thank Emily who had an idea that this is where the jewels might be hidden.” Apera told them about Emily’s idea and how the two of them had looked all over for the jewels, but, of course, couldn’t dig near the date palm tree where the roadster was stuck in a pile of sand.
“Emily,” asked the professor, “is that why you wanted to go to Cairo?” Emily’s eyes looked down at the sand and she seemed unable to speak out. “Yes,” she said at last in the quietest voice imaginable.
“Well hurrah for that!” cried out all of the passengers together. Even Professor Witherspoon smiled and a tear came to his eyes as he hugged Emily. “I guess we’ll just call that a little white lie,” he added.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Emily’s Falcons
NOW THAT SHE had found the jewels, Emily thought she would return to the Lost City. But she was in for a different journey. “We are so close to Cairo,” said Professor Witherspoon, “let us continue on to visit its great Museum.” The professors and Emily secured the jewels with the driver and rode to Professor Dasam’s grand house. His children had left, but Emily found Apera there, explaining how to cook exotic dishes to the household staff.
Professor Dasam’s wife was pleased to see Emily and showed her several dresses she had directed a seamstress to make for Emily. Dresses are more practical for the hot and arid climate of Cairo. “Dresses,” exclaimed Emily, “why they are gowns, beautiful clothes nobody in my town would ever believe existed!” Using rare silks and the finest Egyptian cotton, embroidered with pearls and semi-precious stones, the dresses shimmered in the quiet light that shone inside the house. Emily tried on four separate dresses. They fit her perfectly. They hung down her lithe body several inches from her feet and as she twirled around the light cotton and silks flowed out and then rested back against her legs.
“When may I wear them?” Emily asked. “Any time at all,” answered the professor’s wife. “Anytime, even to go to the Museum?” Emily went on. “Why, of course, I would not want a guest of mine walking around Cairo looking like a street urchin.” If truth be told, the Professor’s wife had three sons and no daughters. She was more than delighted to have the opportunity to play mother and dress Emily.
The following day, Professor Dasam escorted Emily to the pride of Cairo, its great Museum, the finest collection of Egyptian history in the world. As Emily approached she saw a huge building with three arched windows on either side of an imposing entrance. Shadowed by palm trees was an extended doorway with an entrance several stories high. Inside she bought a guide book and began reading. “Emily,” said Professor Dasam, “ you would take years to see and understand what is in this Museum. We have just one week and I shall be your guide book.-
Emily learned that Egypt had once been two separate countries, Upper Egypt and Lower Egypt,. It was unified some 5,000 years ago. She saw the slate palette of King Narmer, the oldest in history. Rooms were filled with statues, chariots, jewelry, stone carvings of birds and animals. She was taken to the most impressive sight she had ever seen. The tomb of Tutankhamen, just recently discovered.
Four gilded shrines, one inside another. Inside the smallest was a sarcophagus with three coffins, the innermost made of 222 pounds of gold. The final resting place of Tutankhamen, an Egyptian pharaoh thirty-three hundred years ago.
In the days that followed, she saw mummy masks and statues of rulers and their retinue, the soldiers and scribes, the working people and writings from each period of history. Writings on parchment, on clay, on stone.
Her favorite statue was of Ramesses II
“And,” said Apera, “let us thank Emily who had an idea that this is where the jewels might be hidden.” Apera told them about Emily’s idea and how the two of them had looked all over for the jewels, but, of course, couldn’t dig near the date palm tree where the roadster was stuck in a pile of sand.
“Emily,” asked the professor, “is that why you wanted to go to Cairo?” Emily’s eyes looked down at the sand and she seemed unable to speak out. “Yes,” she said at last in the quietest voice imaginable.
“Well hurrah for that!” cried out all of the passengers together. Even Professor Witherspoon smiled and a tear came to his eyes as he hugged Emily. “I guess we’ll just call that a little white lie,” he added.
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Emily’s Falcons
NOW THAT SHE had found the jewels, Emily thought she would return to the Lost City. But she was in for a different journey. “We are so close to Cairo,” said Professor Witherspoon, “let us continue on to visit its great Museum.” The professors and Emily secured the jewels with the driver and rode to Professor Dasam’s grand house. His children had left, but Emily found Apera there, explaining how to cook exotic dishes to the household staff.
Professor Dasam’s wife was pleased to see Emily and showed her several dresses she had directed a seamstress to make for Emily. Dresses are more practical for the hot and arid climate of Cairo. “Dresses,” exclaimed Emily, “why they are gowns, beautiful clothes nobody in my town would ever believe existed!” Using rare silks and the finest Egyptian cotton, embroidered with pearls and semi-precious stones, the dresses shimmered in the quiet light that shone inside the house. Emily tried on four separate dresses. They fit her perfectly. They hung down her lithe body several inches from her feet and as she twirled around the light cotton and silks flowed out and then rested back against her legs.
“When may I wear them?” Emily asked. “Any time at all,” answered the professor’s wife. “Anytime, even to go to the Museum?” Emily went on. “Why, of course, I would not want a guest of mine walking around Cairo looking like a street urchin.” If truth be told, the Professor’s wife had three sons and no daughters. She was more than delighted to have the opportunity to play mother and dress Emily.
The following day, Professor Dasam escorted Emily to the pride of Cairo, its great Museum, the finest collection of Egyptian history in the world. As Emily approached she saw a huge building with three arched windows on either side of an imposing entrance. Shadowed by palm trees was an extended doorway with an entrance several stories high. Inside she bought a guide book and began reading. “Emily,” said Professor Dasam, “ you would take years to see and understand what is in this Museum. We have just one week and I shall be your guide book.-
Emily learned that Egypt had once been two separate countries, Upper Egypt and Lower Egypt,. It was unified some 5,000 years ago. She saw the slate palette of King Narmer, the oldest in history. Rooms were filled with statues, chariots, jewelry, stone carvings of birds and animals. She was taken to the most impressive sight she had ever seen. The tomb of Tutankhamen, just recently discovered.
Four gilded shrines, one inside another. Inside the smallest was a sarcophagus with three coffins, the innermost made of 222 pounds of gold. The final resting place of Tutankhamen, an Egyptian pharaoh thirty-three hundred years ago.
In the days that followed, she saw mummy masks and statues of rulers and their retinue, the soldiers and scribes, the working people and writings from each period of history. Writings on parchment, on clay, on stone.
Her favorite statue was of Ramesses II
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