Mrs. Peterkin had expressed a desire to see the famous Cleopatra’s Needle which had been brought from Egypt.  She had heard it was something gigantic for a needle, and it would be worth a journey to New York.  She wondered at their bringing it such a distance, and would have supposed that some of Cleopatra’s family would have objected to it if they were living now.

Agamemnon said that was the truth; there was no one left to object; they were all mummies under ground, with such heavy pyramids over them that they would not easily rise to object.

Mr. Peterkin feared that all the pyramids would be brought away in time.  Agamemnon said there were a great many remaining in Egypt.  Still, he thought it would be well to visit Egypt soon, before they were all brought away, and nothing but the sand left.  Mrs. Peterkin said she would be almost as willing to travel to Egypt as to New York, and it would seem more worth while to go so far to see a great many than to go to New York only for one needle.

“That would certainly be a needless expense,” suggested Solomon John.

Elizabeth Eliza was anxious to see the Sphinx.  Perhaps it would answer some of the family questions that troubled them day after day.

Agamemnon felt it would be a great thing for the education of the little boys.  If they could have begun with the Egyptian hieroglyphics before they had learned their alphabet, they would have begun at the right end.  Perhaps it was not too late now to take them to Egypt, and let them begin upon its old learning.  The little boys declared it was none too late.  They could not say the alphabet backward now, and could never remember whether u came before v; and the voyage would be a long one, and before they reached Egypt, very likely they would have forgotten all.

It was about this voyage that Mrs. Peterkin had much doubt.  What she was afraid of was getting in and out of the ships and boats.  She was afraid of tumbling into the water between, when she left the wharf.  Elizabeth Eliza agreed with her mother in this, and began to calculate how many times they would have to change between Boston and Egypt.

There was the ferry-boat across to East Boston would make two changes; one more to get on board the steamer; then Liverpool—­no, to land at Queenstown would make two more,—­four, five changes; Liverpool, six.  Solomon John brought the map, and they counted up.  Dover, seven; Calais, eight; Marseilles, nine; Malta, if they landed, ten, eleven; and Alexandria, twelve changes.

Mrs. Peterkin shuddered at the possibilities, not merely for herself, but for the family.  She could fall in but once, but by the time they should reach Egypt, how many would be left out of a family of eight?  Agamemnon began to count up the contingencies.  Eight times twelve would make ninety-six chances (8 x 12 = 96).  Mrs. Peterkin felt as if all might be swept off before the end could be reached.