inside the pyramid, beneath her very feet!  Agamemnon had found this solitary “little boy” on top of the pyramid, accompanied by a guide and one of the party that he and his father had joined on leaving Venice.  At the foot of the pyramid there had been some dispute in the party as to whether they should first go up the pyramid, or down inside, and in the altercation the party was divided; the little boy had been sure that his father meant to go up first, and so he had joined the guide who went up.  But where was Mr. Peterkin?  Probably in the innermost depths of the pyramid below.  As soon as Mrs. Peterkin understood this, she was eager to go down, in spite of her late faintness; even to tumble down would help her to meet Mr. Peterkin the sooner.  She was lifted from stone to stone by the careful Nubians.  Agamemnon had already emptied his pocket of coins, in supplying backsheesh to his guide, and all were anxious to reach the foot of the pyramid and find the dragoman, who could answer the demands of the others.

Breathless as she was, as soon as she had descended, Mrs. Peterkin was anxious to make for the entrance to the inside.  Before, she had declared that nothing would induce her to go into the pyramid.  She was afraid of being lost in its stairways and shut up forever as a mummy.  But now she forgot all her terrors; she must find Mr. Peterkin at once!

She was the first to plunge down the narrow stairway after the guide, and was grateful to find the steps so easy to descend.  But they presently came out into a large, open room, where no stairway was to be seen.  On the contrary, she was invited to mount the shoulders of a burly Nubian, to reach a large hole half-way up the side-wall (higher than any mantelpiece), and to crawl through this hole along the passage till she should reach another stairway.  Mrs. Peterkin paused.  Could she trust these men?  Was not this a snare to entice her into one of these narrow passages?  Agamemnon was far behind.  Could Mr. Peterkin have ventured into this treacherous place?

At this moment a head appeared through the opening above, followed by a body.  It was that of one of the native guides.  Voices were heard coming through the passage:  one voice had a twang to it that surely Mrs. Peterkin had heard before.  Another head appeared now, bound with a blue veil, while the eyes were hidden by green goggles.  Yet Mrs. Peterkin could not be mistaken,—­it was—­yes, it was the head of Elizabeth Eliza!

It seemed as though that were all, it was so difficult to bring forward any more of her.  Mrs. Peterkin was screaming from below, asking if it were indeed Elizabeth Eliza, while excitement at recognizing her mother made it more difficult for Elizabeth Eliza to extricate herself.  But travellers below and behind urged her on, and with the assistance of the guides, she pushed forward and almost fell into the arms of her mother.  Mrs. Peterkin was wild with joy as Agamemnon and his brother joined them.