The Mystery on the Great Wall of China

100 <strong>The</strong> <strong>Mystery</strong> on the Great Wall of China
another word, she clambered over Li and Cong
and made her way down the aisle. Most people
were sleeping, or starting to wake up.
She walked as quickly as the weaving,
bobbing train allowed and looked at each seat she
passed. After walking through six cars, she was
really worried and about to head back to get Papa,
when she spied Grant’s sneakers peeking out
into the aisle from a seat. He was not moving.
Frightened, she dashed to the seat and
found her brother curled up, sound asleep. He
seemed to be all right except for one very
strange thing—all the pockets of his pants and
jacket had been turned inside out!
“Grant! Grant!” Christina said. Nearby
sleepy passengers stretched and grumbled.
“Wake up! Are you ok?”
Grant struggled to sit up. “I’m fine, just
sleepy. What’s all the fuss about? Are we there
yet?” He rubbed his eyes.
Christina glanced out the window. “I
don’t know,” she said, “but look!” She point to
Grant’s clothing.
Grant looked down and grinned.
“What’s so funny?” Christina demanded.
“Why did you wander off?”