Uncle Cassius said the other day that the most unique experience was to be the first white man to step foot on new territory.

I may take up forestry as a profession, but I'd much rather be a woman explorer." "Deserts, islands or mountain peaks ?" queried Amy, as she dipped into her store of supplies under the couch for some hasty refreshments.
"Caves, I think," said Kit, darkly; "caves or islands.

Don't give me anything to eat, 'cause I have to look up something in the library before I go home, and I'm late for lunch now." "Just pimento cheese on crackers, and I've got some chocolate marshmallows here somewhere." Amy's voice was muffled under the couch cover.

But the clock on the mantel pointed at twelve-fifteen, and Kit knew the Dean's punctilious regard for keeping meal hours.
The library was unoccupied, apparently.

Kit went over to the lower book shelves which contained the reference books on archaeology, dragging a low stool after her.
"A-men-o-taph," she said, under her breath.