it to dry in the sun. At the Herkimer house, Aaron was waiting for her, sitting on the ground, a sack of cookies balanced on one knee.
âYou came! Iâve been waiting a hundred hours!â he cried.
Mrs. Herkimer came to the screen door.
âWe donât want to impose on you, Elizabeth,â she said. âMy family never imposes. Are you sure you want to play with Aaron?â
âAnd be responsible for him,â Mr. Herkimer said as he joined his wife. âIs that too heavy a responsibility perhaps, even for a serious girl like you?â
âIâm light as a feather,â Aaron said.
âI want to,â Elizabeth said in what was nearly a shout. At the moment, she found the Herkimers unbearable and wished only to get away from them.
âFor Godâs sake! What can happen to him on this stupid pile of rocks and gull guano?â Deirdreâs exasperated voice came from somewhere above. Elizabeth looked up and saw her sitting in the crotch of a small oak, a book in one hand.
âDonât speak so coarsely, Deirdre,â said Mrs. Herkimer. âElizabeth will think weâre a low family.â
Aaron suddenly leaped up and took off to the back of the house, and Elizabeth followed, hearing the Herkimers calling Aaronâs name reproachfully. There was a mocking falsetto echo of their voices from Deirdre.
âHereâs a game,â Aaron said as she caught up with him beneath one of the white-barked trees. He stood with his arms circling the thin trunk. âIn the cemetery, you can pretend to be an Egyptian mummy. Iâll dig you upâthen youâll tell me what it was like in those olden days.â
He let go of the tree and raced on ahead of her.
âI donât know about mummies and Egypt,â Elizabeth cried after him. He paused and turned.
âMake it up,â he ordered. âYou just need a little bit of a thing to start a story. Pretty soon, thereâs everything!â
He jumped over a fallen branch and ran on. As she emerged from the woods, he streaked across the long meadow. When Elizabeth reached the little cemetery, he was reclining against a gravestone, chewing a stem of grass.
âReady?â he asked.
Elizabeth lay flat on the ground and crossed her arms over her chest. She shut her eyes against the blue glare of the cloudless sky.
âIâm sure thereâs a mummy here,â Aaron said loudly. âYou assistants be careful as you dig! More to the left! There it is!â
Suddenly, his breath was warm against her ear as he whispered, âNow you have to sit up. Begin to talk.â
Elizabeth slowly raised herself from the waist.
âLook, men! The mummy is alive,â he cried.
Elizabeth stifled a laugh that was rising in her throat like a bubble in a bottle. She felt nervous, too, as though she had to speak a part in a play she hadnât learned.
âI am an old Egyptian,â she began in a deep voice. âI live by the Nile River. In the mornings, the crocodiles come up to sun themselves on the banks.â
âWhat did you have for breakfast?â Aaron asked as he sat down on the ground in front of her.
âCornflakes, burned toast, and blueberry jam.â
âOh, Elizabeth!â
âAll right ⦠all right. I had coconuts and dates.â
âGood! And after, did you play with all your friends, the other mummies?â
âI played with all my friends,â Elizabeth intoned.
âWhat?â he asked impatiently. âWhat did you play?â
âChariots,â she said. âWe have toy chariots and we race them and the crocodiles watch. Then we do our schoolwork on papyrus sheets. Then we have lunch.â
âWhatâs papyrus?â
âItâs a kind of paper made from water plants.â
He had been watching her intently, but now his gaze grew unfocused. She could see interest fading from his face like light dimming in a room. He looked down