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IF poor Miss Petty had been wretched when she had at last stretched herself on her hard sandy bed, to be pursued even in her dreams by scorpions, she awoke to a joyful surprise.
"Look, look, Shelah! " exclaimed Theresa, rousing her tired little companion. "We've got to the end of horrid Arabia at last! No more brackish wells, with water not fit for a pig to bathe in; no more barren sand! See these shady trees before us-no doubt they are laden with fruit,-see the clear delicious water! It was horrid to have only a rub of hot dry sand in the place of good soap and water!"