The Mystery on the Great Wall of China

94 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Mystery</strong> on the Great Wall of China
“No,” said Christina. “She’s very sick.
She’s staying here.”
“Oh,” said Cong, sadly. “I guess she
can’t write a mystery with us in it if she is sick,
can she?”
Christina smiled. “Mimi can write a
mystery in rain or sleet or snow or hurricane or
earthquake or…”
“No, no, no!” corrected Papa. “Mimi is
sick and I shut her computer down and put it
away. She is supposed to rest.” He looked at Li
and Cong. “Your mother is going to check on her
until we get back.”
Suddenly, all the children were silent.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” asked Papa. “I thought
everyone was dying to go to the Great Wall.”
“Don’t say dying, please, Papa,” said Grant.
But his grandfather just ignored him as
he fished in his pocket. “Aha! Our train
tickets. Let’s go, and cheer up—Mimi wants us
to have fun!”
<strong>The</strong> kids followed Papa out of the hotel.
As they started down the street, Christina
looked back and saw Mimi’s blurry figure in a
window. It looked like she was dabbing at her
eyes with a tissue.