I cannot tell you, dearest, what a delight your letters are and how I enjoy the clippings.

I think of you all the time and how you would love this Bible land and seeing the places where Pharaoh's daughter found Moses, and hearing people talk of St.Paul and the plagues of Egypt and Joseph and Mary just as though they had lived yesterday.

I have seen two St.Johns already, with long hair and melancholy wild eyes and bare breasts and legs, with sheepskin covering, eating figs and preaching their gospel.

Yesterday two men came running into town and told one of the priests that they had seen the new moon in a certain well, and the priest proclaimed a month of fasting, and the men who pulled us up the Pyramid had to rest because they had not eaten or drunk all day.

At six a sheik called from the village and all the donkey--boys and guides around the Sphinx ran to get water and coffee and food.