It was two years ago." The Dean coughed deprecatingly, and turned back to the pamphlets before him.
"Remains have been discovered," he began in quite the tone he used in Assembly, "of the lost tribe of the Nemi.

When the Greeks, my dear, obtained a foothold in Carthage and along the Mediterranean coast, the Nemi remained unconquered and retreated to the mountain fastnesses, west of the source of the Nile." "Well, I know all about that," Kit answered, encouragingly, perching herself on the arm of a chair, across from him.

"Just see," and she counted off on her fingers, "Livingstone-Stanley,--Victoria Falls--Zambesi--and Kipling wrote all about the people in 'Fuzzy-Wuzzy.'" "No, no, no, not a bit like it!" the Dean exclaimed.

"My dear child, learn to think in centuries and epochs.

The long and short of it is, there have been some very wonderful remains of the Nemi recently discovered, and I have been honored by a commission from the Institute to write a complete summary of the results of the expedition and its historic significance." "Don't you wish you'd been there when they dug them up?
That's what I'd love, the exploring part, don't you know.