Bess and I had read about so many of the things, that it was just like meeting old friends, and I tell you, we simply revelled. Bess got acquainted with some girls who were in the Egyptian room when we went in, and they were real jolly. One of them was quite clever, and she and Bess struck up a friendship right off. The other one was pretty, and about fourteen years old, but she wasn't paying much attention to things—didn't seem to know how.
By and by we all stopped in front of a glass case where there was a mummy, and there was a printed label telling all about it. Bess read it aloud, and when she got through, the pretty girl turned to the other one and said,—"What is it, Grace?"
"Why, it's a mummy. Didn't you hear what she read?"
The rest of us walked on, but the girl stood still, looking into the case. In a moment she came running after us. "Grace," she said, "what did you say that thing is?"
"A mummy. An Egyptian mummy. Go read the label."
The girl went back and bent over the label
