Dora Says Ali Has Appeared Right Outside My Window

Dear Readers,

I have been absorbed in writing an archaeology paper on the Carchemish dig, supervised and directed by none other than Leonard Woolley and T. E. Lawrence in 1913-1914. I told the professor that I met Woolley in person in an English country house. All the girls were very impressed.

But one day when I was carrying a stack of books back to my dorm room at Denbigh Hall, I saw someone shadowing me. I raced into Denbigh with my stash from the Art and Archaeology Library. But when I got up to the second floor and locked the door, who did I see on the window sill right outside my room eying me? You guessed it! It was none other than Ali himself!

I've written to Edward asking him to write to his parents. He is supposed to ask if Ali is still at Ware House. Obviously he isn't. The Wares pay little attention to where their gardener wanders.

Sincerely yours,

Dora Benley
P.S. I wondered how he had escaped from the Lusitania. Then I wondered how he had gotten to Pennsylvania. The Arab seems to have nine lives.