in Heaven.

And this very Mosque of Amru has more than once been the scene of the
same sublime spectacle; even within the lifetime and before the eyes
of the narrator of this tale have Moslems, Christians, and Jews united
there in one pious prayer, which must have been acceptable indeed in the
ears of the Lord.

Not long after the letter from the Khaliff Omar had been cast into the
Nile, and the prayer of the united assembly had gone up to Heaven from
the Mosque of Armu, a pigeon came in announcing a sudden rise in the
waters at the cataracts; and after some still anxious but hopeful days
of patience, the Nile swelled higher and yet higher, overflowed its
banks, and gave the laborer a right to look forward to a rich harvest;
and then, when a heavy storm of rain had laid the choking dust, the
plague, too, disappeared.

Just when the river was beginning to rise perceptibly Amru returned;
bringing in his train little Mary and Rustem, Philippus the leech and
Haschim, who had joined the governor's caravan at Djidda.

In the course of their journey they received news of all that had been
happening at Memphis, and when the travellers were approaching their
last night-quarters, and the Pyramids were already in sight, the
governor said to little Mary:

"What do you say little one? Do we not owe the Memphites the treat of a
splendid marriage festival?"

"No, my lord, two," replied the child.

"How is that?" laughed Amru, "You are too young and do not count yet,
and I know no other maiden in Memphis whose wedding I should care to
provide for."

"But there is a man towards whom you feel most kindly, and who lives as
lonely as a recluse. I should like to see him married, and at the same
time as Orion and Paula. I mean our good friend Philippus."

"The physician? And is he still unwed?" asked Amru in surprise; for no
Moslem of the leech's age and position could remain unmarried without
exposing himself to the contempt of his fellow-believers. "He is a
widower then!"

"No," replied Mary. "He has never yet found a wife to suit him; but I
know one created on purpose for him by God himself!"

"You little Khatbe!"--[A professional go-between]--cried the governor.
"Well, settle the matter, and it shall be no fault of mine if the second
wedding lacks magnificence."

"And we will have a third!" interrupted the child, clapping her hands
and laughing. "My worthy escort Rustem....

"The colossus! Why, child, to you all things