She leaned over and took his arm.
"I simply couldn't be left behind," she pleaded.

"I've had quite enough of that." "The journey will not be an unpleasant one," the Professor declared amiably, "and the riding of a camel is an accomplishment easily acquired.
So far as I am aware, too, the district which we shall have to traverse is entirely peaceable." They disembarked and were driven to the hotel, still discussing their project.

Afterwards they all wandered into the bazaars, along the narrow streets, where dusky children pulled at their clothes and ran by their side, where every now and then a brown-skinned Arab, on a slow-moving camel, made his way through the throngs of veiled Turkish women, Syrians, Arabs, and Egyptians.

Laura and Lenora, at any rate, attracted by the curious novelty of the scene, forgot the heat, the street smells, and the filthy clothes of the mendicants and loafers who pressed against them.
They bought strange jewellery, shawls, beads and perfumes.

The Professor had disappeared for some time but rejoined them later.
"It is all arranged," he announced.