“Is he going for the Museum?”
“Yes. He wrote me that he is anxious to trace the ancestry of the elephants. It appears that we don’t yet know where the elephants came from, and we don’t know exactly from what kind of a beast the elephant developed. The British have done a little work along that line in lower Egypt, but for the time being, they have given up excavating and the Museum has secured permission from the British Government to explore the Fayum.”
“Uncle George will find whatever there is to find,” Perry asserted confidently.
“Perhaps,” his father rejoined, smiling, “you may be the one to do the finding.”
“Me?”
“Why not?”
“Oh, Father, then I’m really going?”
“Do you want to go so much?”
For an instant the boy was tongue-tied, for it came over him with a rush that all his boyhood dreams were about to be realized. Then he burst out with:
“Want to go, Father? I’m wild to go!”