"I am sure I don't know where you have been all the time," said Mr.
Damer; "and where are those two boys?"
Fanny pointed to the top of the other Pyramid, and there they were,
conspicuous with their red caps.
"And M. Delabordeau?"
"Oh! he has gone down, I think;--no, he is there with Miss Dawkins."
And in truth Miss Dawkins was leaning on his arm most affectionately,
as she stooped over and looked down upon the ruins below her.
"And where is that fellow, Ingram?" said Mr. Damer, looking about him.
"He is always out of the way when he's wanted."
To this Fanny said nothing. Why should she? She was not Mr. Ingram's
keeper.
And then they all descended, each again with his proper number of Arabs
to hurry and embarrass him; and they found Mr. Damer at the bottom,
like a piece of sugar covered with flies. She was heard to declare
afterwards that she would not go to the Pyramids again, not if they
were to be given to her for herself, as ornaments for her garden.
The picnic lunch among the big stones at the foot of the Pyramid was
not a very gay affair.
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