The Peterkin Papers...........................................................................................................................................1

Lucretia P. Hale.......................................................................................................................................1

THE LADY WHO PUT SALT IN HER COFFEE.................................................................................2

ABOUT ELIZABETH ELIZA'S PIANO...............................................................................................4

THE PETERKINS TRY TO BECOME WISE......................................................................................5

MRS. PETERKIN WISHES TO GO TO DRIVE..................................................................................7

THE PETERKINS AT HOME. AT DINNER. .......................................................................................8

WHY THE PETERKINS HAD A LATE DINNER. ..............................................................................9

THE PETERKINS' SUMMER JOURNEY. .........................................................................................11

THE PETERKINS SNOWEDUP. ......................................................................................................14

THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO KEEP A COW. ................................................................................18

THE PETERKINS' CHRISTMASTREE...........................................................................................21

MRS. PETERKIN'S TEAPARTY. .....................................................................................................25

THE PETERKINS TOO LATE FOR THE EXHIBITION..................................................................29

THE PETERKINS CELEBRATE THE FOURTH OF JULY..............................................................33

THE PETERKINS' PICNIC.................................................................................................................38

THE PETERKINS' CHARADES. ........................................................................................................42

THE PETERKINS ARE OBLIGED TO MOVE. .................................................................................46

THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO LEARN THE LANGUAGES. ........................................................50

MODERN IMPROVEMENTS AT THE PETERKINS'.......................................................................54

AGAMEMNON'S CAREER. ...............................................................................................................58

THE EDUCATIONAL BREAKFAST. ................................................................................................63

THE PETERKINS AT THE "CARNIVAL OF AUTHORS" IN BOSTON. ......................................69

THE PETERKINS AT THE FARM. ....................................................................................................77

THIS was Mrs. Peterkin. It was a mistake. She had poured out a delicious cup of coffee, and, just as she was

helping herself to cream, she found she had put in salt instead of sugar! It tasted bad. What should she do? Of

course she couldn't drink the coffee; so she called in the family, for she was sitting at a late breakfast all

alone. The family came in; they all tasted, and looked, and wondered what should be done, and all sat down

At last Agamemnon, who had been to college, said, " Why don't we go over and ask the advice of the

chemist? " (For the chemist lived over the way, and was a very wise man.) Mrs. Peterkin said, "Yes," and Mr.

Peterkin said, "Very well," and all the children said they would go too. So the little boys put on their

Now the chemist was just trying to find out something which should turn everything it touched into gold; and

he had a large glass bottle into which he put all kinds of gold and silver, and many other valuable things, and

melted them all up over the fire, till he had almost found what he wanted. He could turn things into almost

gold. But just now he had used up all the gold that he had round the house, and gold was high. He had used

up his wife's gold thimble and his greatgrandfather's goldbowed spectacles; and he had melted up the gold

head of his greatgreatgrandfather's cane; and, just as the Peterkin family came in, he was down on his

knees before his wife, asking her to let him have her weddingring to melt up with an the rest, because this

time he knew he should succeed, and should be able to turn everything into gold; and then she could have a

new weddingring of diamonds, all set in emeralds and rubies and topazes, and all the furniture could be

Now his wife was just consenting when the Peterkin family burst in. You can imagine how mad the chemist

was! He came near throwing his cruciblethat was the name of his meltingpotat their heads. But he

didn't. He listened as calmly as he could to the story of how Mrs. Peterkin had put salt in her coffee.

At first he said he couldn't do anything about it; but when Agamemnon said they would pay in gold if he

would only go, he packed up his bottles in a leather case, and went back with them all.

First he looked at the coffee, and then stirred it. Then he put in a little chlorate of potassium, and the family

tried it all round; but it tasted no better. Then he stirred in a little bichlorate of magnesia. But Mrs. Peterkin

didn't like that. Then he added some tartaric acid and some hypersulphate of lime. But no; it was no better. "I

have it!" exclaimed the chemist"a little ammonia is just the thing!" No, it wasn't the thing at all.

Then he tried, each in turn, some oxalic, cyanic, acetic, phosphoric, chloric, hyperchloric, sulphuric, boracic,

silicic, nitric, formic, nitrous nitric, and carbonic acids. Mrs. Peterkin tasted each, and said the flavor was

pleasant, but not precisely that of coffee. So then he tried a little calcium, aluminum, barium, and strontium, a

little clear bitumen, and a half of a third of a sixteenth of a grain of arsenic. This gave rather a pretty color;

Peterkin ungratefully said it tasted of anything but coffee. The chemist was not discouraged. He put in a little

belladonna and atropine, some granulated hydrogen, some potash, and a very little antimony, finishing off

The chemist said that all he had done ought to have taken out the salt. The theory remained the same,

although the experiment had failed. Perhaps a little starch would have some effect. If not, that was all the

time he could give. He should like to be paid, and go. They were all much obliged to him, and willing to give

him $1.37 1/2 in gold. Gold was now 2.69 3/4, so Mr. Peterkin found in the newspaper. This gave

Agamemnon a pretty little sum. He sat himself down to do it. But there was the coffee! All sat and thought

awhile, till Elizabeth Eliza said, "Why don't we go to the herbwoman?" Elizabeth Eliza was the only

daughter. She was named after her two auntsElizabeth, from the sister of her father; Eliza, from her

mother's sister. Now, the herbwoman was an old woman who came round to sell herbs, and knew a great

deal. They all shouted with joy at the idea of asking her, and Solomon John and the younger children agreed

to go and find her too. The herbwoman lived down at the very end of the street; so the boys put on their

indiarubber boots again, and they set off. It was a long walk through the village, but they came at last to the

herbwoman's house, at the foot of a high hill. They went through her little garden. Here she had marigolds

and hollyhocks, and old maids and tall sunflowers, and all kinds of sweetsmelling herbs, so that the air was

full of tansytea and elderblow. Over the porch grew a hopvine, and a brandycherry tree shaded the door,

and a luxuriant cranberryvine flung its delicious fruit across the window. They went into a small parlor,

which smelt very spicy. All around hung little bags full of catnip, and peppermint, and all kinds of herbs; and

dried stalks hung from the ceiling; and on the shelves were jars of rhubarb, senna, manna, and the like.

But there was no little old woman. She had gone up into the woods to get some more wild herbs, so they all

thought they would follow herElizabeth Eliza, Solomon John, and the little boys. They had to climb up

over high rocks, and in among huckleberrybushes and black berryvines. But the little boys had their

indiarubber boots. At last they discovered the little old woman. They knew her by her hat. It was

steeplecrowned, without any vane. They saw her digging with her trowel round a sassafras bush. They told

her their storyhow their mother had put salt in her coffee, and how the chemist had made it worse instead

of better, and how their mother couldn't drink it, and wouldn't she come and see what she could do? And she

said she would, and took up her little old apron, with pockets all round, all filled with everlasting and

There she stopped, and stuffed her huge pockets with some of all the kinds of herbs. She took some tansy and

peppermint, and carawayseed and dill, spearmint and cloves, pennyroyal and sweet marjoram, basil and

rosemary, wild thyme and some of the other timesuch as you have in clockssappermint and oppermint,

catnip, valerian, and hop; indeed, there isn't a kind of herb you can think of that the little old woman didn't

have done up in her little paper bags, that had all been dried in her little Dutchoven. She packed these all up,

As soon as the little old woman came she had it set over the fire, and began to stir in the different herbs. First

Peterkin said it tasted like hoptea, and not at all like coffee. Then she tried a little flagroot and snakeroot,

then some spruce gum, and some caraway and some dill, some rue and rosemary, some sweet marjoram and

sour, some oppermint and sappermint, a little spearmint and peppermint, some wild thyme, and some of the

other tame time, some tansy and basil, and catnip and valerian, and sassafras, ginger, and pennyroyal. The

children tasted after each mixture, but made up dreadful faces. Mrs. Peterkin tasted, and did the same. The

more the old woman stirred, and the more she put in, the worse it all seemed to taste.

So the old woman shook her head, and muttered a few words, and said she must go. She believed the coffee

was bewitched. She bundled up her packets of herbs, and took her trowel, and her basket, and her stick, and

went back to her root of sassafras, that she had left half in the air and half out. And all she would take for pay

Then the family were in despair, and all sat and thought a great while. It was growing late in the day, and

Mrs. Peterkin hadn't had her cup of coffee. At last Elizabeth Eliza said, "They say that the lady from

Philadelphia, who is staying in town, is very wise. Suppose I go and ask her what is best to be done." To this

She told the lady from Philadelphia the whole storyhow her mother had put salt in the coffee; how the

chemist had been called in; how he tried everything but could make it no better; and how they went for the

little old herbwoman, and how she had tried in vain, for her mother couldn't drink the coffee. The lady from

Philadelphia listened very attentively, and then said, "Why doesn't your mother make a fresh cup of coffee?"

Solomon John shouted with joy; so did Agamemnon, who had just finished his sum; so did the little boys,

who had followed on. "Why didn't we think of that?" said Elizabeth Eliza; and they all went back to their

ELIZABETH ELIZA had a present of a piano, and she was to take lessons of the postmaster's daughter.

They decided to have the piano set across the window in the parlor, and the carters brought it in, and went

After they had gone the family all came in to look at the piano; but they found the carters had placed it with

its back turned towards the middle of the room, standing close against the window.

How could Elizabeth Eliza open it? How could she reach the keys to play upon it?

Solomon John proposed that they should open the window, which Agamemnon could do with his long arms.

Then Elizabeth Eliza should go round upon the piazza, and open the piano. Then she could have her

So they tried this; and they all thought it was a very pretty sight to see Elizabeth Eliza playing on the piano,

It was very pleasant, too, moonlight evenings. Mr. Peterkin liked to take a doze on his sofa in the room; but

All this did very well through the summer; but, when the fall came, Mr. Peterkin thought the air was too cold

Elizabeth Eliza practiced in the mornings with her cloak on; but she was obliged to give up her music in the

One day, when she was talking with the lady from Philadelphia, she spoke of this trouble.

The lady from Philadelphia looked surprised, and then said, "But why don't you turn the piano round?"

But Elizabeth Eliza went home directly, and, with the help of Agamemnon and Solomon John, turned the

"Why did we not think of that before?" said Mrs. Peterkin. "What shall we do when the lady from

THEY were sitting round the breakfasttable, and wondering what they should do because the lady from

Philadelphia had gone away. "If," said Mrs. Peterkin, "we could only be more wise as a family!" How could

they manage it? Agamemnon had been to college, and the children all went to school; but still as a family

they were not wise. "It comes from books," said one of the family. "People who have a great many books are

very wise." Then they counted up that there were very few books in the housea few schoolbooks and

"We want a library!" said Solomon John. And all of them exclaimed, "We want a library!"

"Let us think how we shall get one," said Mrs. Peterkin. "I have observed that other people think a great deal

Then said Agamemnon, "I will make a library. There are some boards in the woodshed, and I have a

hammer and some nails , and perhaps we can borrow some hinges, and there we have our library!"

So they sat and thought a little while, when Solomon John exclaimed, "I will make a book!"

"Yes," said Solomon John, "books will make us wise, but first I must make a book."

So they went into the parlor, and sat down to make a book. But there was no ink.

What should he do for ink? Elizabeth Eliza said she had heard that nutgalls and vinegar made very good ink.

So they decided to make some. The little boys said they could find some nutgalls up in the woods. So they all

agreed to set out and pick some. Mrs. Peterkins put on her capebonnet, and the little boys got into their

The nutgalls were hard to find. There was almost everything else in the woodschestnuts, and walnuts, and

small hazelnuts, and a great many squirrels; and they had to walk a great way before they found any

nutgalls. At last they came home with a large basket and two nutgalls in it. Then came the question of the

vinegar. Mrs. Peterkin had used her very last on some beets they had the day before. "Suppose we go and ask

the minister's wife," said Elizabeth Eliza. So they all went to the minister's wife. She said if they wanted some

good vinegar they had better set a barrel of cider down in the cellar, and in a year or two it would make very

nice vinegar. But they said they wanted it that very afternoon. When the minister's wife heard this, she said

she should be very glad to let them have some vinegar, and gave them a cupful to carry home.

So they stirred in the nutgalls, and by the time evening came they had very good ink.

Then Solomon John wanted a pen. Agamemnon had a steel one, but Solomon John said, "Poets always used

quills." Elizabeth Eliza suggested that they should go out to the poultryyard and get a quill. But it was

already dark. They had, however, two lanterns, and the little boys borrowed the neighbors'. They set out in

procession for the poultryyard. When they got there, the fowls were all at roost, so they could look at them

SOLOMON JOHN'S BOOK. But there were no geese! There were Shanghais and CochinChinas, and

Guinea hens, and Barbary hens, and speckled hens, and Poland roosters, and bantams, and ducks, and

Peterkin, wittily, as they returned to the house. The sight of this procession roused up the village. "A

torchlight procession!" cried all the boys of the town; and they gathered round the house, shouting for the

flag; and Mr. Peterkin had to invite them in, and give them cider and gingerbread, before he could explain to

After the crowd had dispersed, Solomon John sat down to think of his writing again. Agamemnon agreed to

go over to the bookstore to get a quill. They all went over with him. The bookseller was just shutting up his

shop. However, he agreed to go in and get a quill, which he did, and they hurried home.

So Solomon John sat down again, but there was no paper. And now the bookstore was shut up. Mr. Peterkin

suggested that the mail was about in, and perhaps he should have a letter, and then they could use the

envelope to write upon. So they all went to the postoffice, and the little boys had their indiarubber boots

on, and they all shouted when they found Mr. Peterkin had a letter. The postmaster inquired what they were

shouting about; and when they told him, he said he would give Solomon John a whole sheet of paper for his

So Solomon John sat down, and the family all sat round the table looking at him. He had his pen, his ink, and

his paper. He dipped his pen into the ink and held it over the paper, and thought a minute, and then said, "But

ONE morning Mrs. Peterkin was feeling very tired, as she had been having a great many things to think of,

So Mr. Peterkin had the horse put into the carryall, and he and Agamemnon went off to their business, and

She had some currants she wanted to carry to old Mrs. Twomly, and some gooseberries for somebody else,

and Elizabeth Eliza wanted to pick some flowers to take to the minister's wife, so it took them a long time to

The little boys went out to pick the currants and the gooseberries, and Elizabeth Eliza went out for her

flowers, and Mrs. Peterkin put on her capebonnet, and in time they were all ready. The little boys were in

Elizabeth Eliza was to drive; so she sat on the front seat, and took up the reins, and the horse started off

Elizabeth Eliza shook the reins, and pulled them, and then she clucked to the horse; and Mrs. Peterkin

clucked; and the little boys whistled and shouted; but still the horse would not go.

Now Mrs. Peterkin never liked to use the whip; but, as the horse would not go, she said she would get out and

turn her head the other way, while Elizabeth Eliza whipped the horse, and when he began to go she would

So they took out the currants and the gooseberries and the flowers, but still the horse would not go.

One of the neighbors, from the opposite house, looking out just then, called out to them to try the whip. There

And the opposite neighbor cried out something about whips; and the wind was very high.

So they went into the kitchen, and whipped up the cream, and made some very delicious whips; and the little

So they all got into the carriage again, and put in the currants and the gooseberries and the flowers; and

Elizabeth Eliza shook the reins, and they all clucked; but still the horse would not go!

"We must either give up our ride," said Mrs. Peterkin, mournfully, "or else send over to the lady from

The little boys jumped out as quickly as they could; they were eager to go and ask the lady from Philadelphia.

They found that the lady from Philadelphia was very ill that day, and was in her bed. But when she was told

what the trouble was, she very kindly said they might draw up the curtain from the window at the foot of the

bed, and open the blinds, and she would see. Then she asked for her operaglass, and looked through it,

After she had looked through the glass, she laid it down, leaned her head back against the pillow, for she was

very tired, and then said, "Why don't you unchain the horse from the horsepost?"

Elizabeth Eliza and the little boys looked at one another, and then hurried back to the house and told their

ANOTHER little incident occurred in the Peterkin family. This was at dinnertime.

They sat down to a dish of boiled ham. Now it was a peculiarity of the children of the family, that half of

them liked fat, and half liked lean. Mr. Peterkin sat down to cut the ham. But the ham turned out to be a very

remarkable one. The fat and the lean came in separate slicesfirst one of lean, than one of fat, then two

slices of lean, and so on. Mr. Peterkin began as usual by helping the children first, according to their age.

Now Agamemnon, who liked lean, got a fat slice; and Elizabeth Eliza, who preferred fat, had a lean slice.

Solomon John, who could eat nothing but lean, was helped to fat, and so on. Nobody had what he could eat.

It was a rule of the Peterkin family, that no one should eat any of the vegetables without some of the meat; so

now, although the children saw upon their plates applesauce and squash and tomato and sweet potato and

sour potato, not one of them could eat a mouthful, because not one was satisfied with the meat. Mr. and Mrs.

Peterkin, however, liked both fat and lean, and were making a very good meal, when they looked up and saw

the children all sitting eating nothing, and looking dissatisfied into their plates.

But the children were taught not to speak at table. Agamemnon, however, made a sign of disgust at his fat,

and Elizabeth Eliza at her lean, and so on, and they presently discovered what was the difficulty.

At last said Mrs. Peterkin, rather uncertainly, "Suppose we ask the lady from Philadelphia what is best to be

But Mr. Peterkin said he didn't like to go to her for everything; let the children try and eat their dinner as it

And they all tried, but they couldn't. "Very well, then." said Mr. Peterkin, "let them go and ask the lady from

"Yes," said Mrs. Peterkin, "only put on your indiarubber boots." And they hurried out of the house.

The lady from Philadelphia was just going in to her dinner; but she kindly stopped in the entry to hear what

the trouble was. Agamemnon and Elizabeth Eliza told her all the difficulty, and the lady from Philadelphia

said, "But why don't you give the slices of fat to those who like the fat, and the slices of lean to those who

They looked at one another. Agamemnon looked at Elizabeth Eliza, and Solomon John looked at the little

boys. "Why didn't we think of that?" said they, and ran home to tell their mother.

THE trouble was in the dumbwaiter. All had seated themselves at the dinnertable, and Amanda had gone

to take out the dinner she had sent up from the kitchen on the dumbwaiter. But something was the matter;

she could not pull it up. There was the dinner, but she could not reach it. All the family, in turn, went and

At last Mr. Peterkin said, "I am not proud. I am willing to dine in the kitchen."

This room was below the diningroom. All consented to this. Each one went down, taking a napkin.

The cook laid the kitchen table, put on it her best tablecloth, and the family sat down. Amanda went to the

The family were all in dismay. There was the dinner, halfway between the kitchen and diningroom, and

"I am very glad now that I did not have cranberry," said Mrs. Peterkin, anxious to find a bright point.

"The turkey," said Agamemnon, "must be just above the kitchen door. If I had a ladder and an axe, I could cut

"A carpenter might have a ladder and an axe, and I think we have neither," said Mrs. Peterkin.

It was decided that Mr. Peterkin, Solomon John, and the little boys should go in search of a carpenter.

Agamemnon proposed that, meanwhile, he should go and borrow a book; for he had another idea.

"This affair of the turkey," he said, "reminds me of those buried cities that have been dug outHerculaneum,

"Yes," said Agamemnon, "they found there pots and kettles. Now, I should like to know how they did it; and

So the party set out. But when Mr. Peterkin reached the carpenter's shop, there was no carpenter to be found

They went to the carpenter's house, but found he had gone out of town for a day's job. But his wife told them

At home he found Agamemnon reading his book, and all sat down to hear of Herculaneum and Pompeii.

Time passed on, and the question arose about tea. Would it do to have tea when they had had no dinner? A

"I suppose you remember the wise lady of Philadelphia, who was here not long ago," said Mr. Peterkin.

"I think," said Mr. Peterkin, "she would say, let them that want tea have it; the rest can go without."

So they had tea, and, as it proved, all sat down to it. But not much was eaten, as there had been no dinner.

When the nineo'clock bell was heard, Agamemnon, Solomon John, and the little boys rushed to the church,

They asked him to bring a ladder, axes and pickaxe. As he felt it might be a case of fire, he brought also his

When the matter was explained to him, he went into the diningroom, looked into the dumbwaiter,

"That is why it is called a dumbwaiter," Solomon John explained to the little boys.

Mrs. Peterkin frugally suggested that they might now keep it for the next day, as today was almost gone,

But nobody listened. All sat down to the roast turkey; and Amanda warmed over the vegetables.

IN fact, it was their last summer's journeyfor it had been planned then; but there had been so many

The first trouble had been about trunks. The family did not own a trunk suitable for travelling.

Agamemnon had his valise, that he had used when he stayed a week at a time at the academy; and a trunk had

been bought for Elizabeth Eliza when she went to the seminary. Solomon John and Mr. Peterkin, each had his

patentleather handbag. But all these were too small for the family. And the little boys wanted to carry their

Mrs. Peterkin suggested her grandmother's trunk. This was a hairtrunk, very large and capacious. It would

hold everything they would want to carry, except what would go in Elizabeth Eliza's trunk, or the valise and

Everybody was delighted at this idea. It was agreed that the next day the things should be brought into Mrs.

"If we can get along," said Elizabeth Eliza, "without having to ask advice, I shall be glad!"

"Yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "It is time now for people to be coming to ask advice of us."

The next morning Mrs. Peterkin began by taking out the things that were already in the trunk. Here were last

year's winter things, and not only these, but old clothes that had been put awayMrs. Peterkin's

weddingdress; the skirts the little boys used to wear before they put on jackets and trousers.

All day Mrs. Peterkin worked over the trunk, putting away the old things, putting in the new. She packed up

all the clothes she could think of, both summer and winter ones, because you never can tell what sort of

Agamemnon fetched his books, and Solomon John his spyglass. There were her own and Elizabeth Eliza's

best bonnets in a bandbox; also Solomon John's hats, for he had an old one and a new one. He bought a new

Agamemnon brought down a large heavy dictionary, and an atlas still larger. This contained maps of all the

"I have never had a chance to look at them," he said; "but when one travels, then is the time to study

Mr. Peterkin wanted to take his turninglathe. So Mrs. Peterkin packed his toolchest. It gave her some

trouble, for it came to her just as she had packed her summer dresses. At first she thought it would help to

smooth the dresses, and placed it on top; but she was forced to take all out, and set it at the bottom. This was

not so much matter, as she had not yet the right dresses to put in. Both Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza

would need new dresses for this occasion. The little boys' hoops went in; so did their indiarubber boots, in

case it should not rain when they started. They each had a hoe and shovel, and some baskets, that were

Mrs. Peterkin called in all the family on the evening of the second day to see how she had succeeded.

The next thing was to cord up the trunk, and Mr. Peterkin tried to move it. But neither he, nor Agamemnon,

"Still they are trunks that can be moved," said Mr. Peterkin, giving another try at the trunk in vain. "I am

afraid we must give it up," he said; "it would be such a trouble in going from place to place."

"This is our first obstacle," said Agamemnon; "we must do our best to conquer it."

"Suppose we look out the word in the dictionary," said Agamemnon, taking the large volume from the trunk.

"But listen to this," and Agamemnon continued: "Impediment is something that entangles the feet; obstacle,

something that stands in the way; obstruction, something that blocks up the passage; hinderance, something

Mrs. Peterkin spent a day or two in taking the things out of the trunk and putting them away.

But the family did not like to give up their plan. It was suggested that they might take the things out of the

trunk, and pack it at the station; the little boys could go and come with the things. But Elizabeth Eliza thought

At length a friend unexpectedly offered to lend Mr. Peterkin a goodsized family trunk. But it was late in the

But now the trunk was sent round to the house, and a family consultation was held about packing it. Many

things would have to be left at home, it was so much smaller than the grandmother's hairtrunk. But

Agamemnon had been studying the atlas through the winter, and felt familiar with the more important places,

so it would not be necessary to take it. And Mr. Peterkin decided to leave his turninglathe at home, and his

Again Mrs. Peterkin spent two days in accommodating the things. With great care and discretion, and by

borrowing two more leather bags, it could be accomplished. Everything of importance could be packed,

The little boys proposed carrying it in their hands; but Solomon John and Elizabeth Eliza would not consent

"I do think it is one of the cases where we might ask the advice of the lady from Philadelphia," said Mrs.

"She has come on here," said Agamemnon, "and we have not been to see her this summer."

"She says we might leave this one at home, and make a new kite when we get there," they cried.

"What a sensible idea!" exclaimed Mr. Peterkin; "and I may have leisure to help you."

MRS. PETERKIN awoke one morning to find a heavy snowstorm raging. The wind had flung the snow

against the windows, had heaped it up around the house, and thrown it into huge white drifts over the fields,

Mrs. Peterkin went from one window to the other to look out; but nothing could be seen but the driving storm

and the deep white snow. Even Mr. Bromwick's house, on the opposite side of the street, was hidden by the

"What shall I do about it?" thought Mrs. Peterkin. "No roads cleared out! Of course there'll be no butcher and

The first thing to be done was to wake up all the family early; for there was enough in the house for breakfast,

So she went from one room to the other, as soon as it was light, waking the family, and before long all were

All the waterpipes that there were were frozen. The milk was frozen. They could open the door into the

woodhouse; but the woodhouse door into the yard was banked up with snow; and the front door, and the

Meanwhile, Amanda, the cook, had succeeded in making the kitchen fire, but had discovered there was no

All were glad to sit down to breakfast and hot coffee. The little boys were much pleased to have "icecream"

"When we get a little warm," said Mr. Peterkin, "we will consider what is to be done."

"I am thankful I ordered the sausages yesterday," said Mrs. Peterkin. "I was to have had a leg of mutton

The potatoes also were gone, the barrel of apples empty, and she had meant to order more flour that very day.

"Then we are eating our last provisions," said Solomon John, helping himself to another sausage.

"I thought it best to make sure of our breakfast first," repeated Mrs. Peterkin.

Yes, happily, the pigsty was at the end of the woodhouse, and could be reached under cover.

"My butcher has always told me," said Mrs. Peterkin, "that if I wanted a ham I must keep a pig. Now we have

"Perhaps we could 'corn' one or two of his legs," suggested one of the little boys.

"We need not settle that now," said Mr. Peterkin. "At least the pig will keep us from starving."

Indeed, the little boys, in spite of the prospect of starving, were quite pleasantly excited at the idea of being

snowedup, and hurried through their breakfasts that they might go and try to shovel out a path from one of

"I ought to know more about the waterpipes," said Mr. Peterkin. "Now, I shut off the water last night in the

The little boys came back. Such a wind at the front door, they were going to try the side door.

"Another thing I have learned today," said Mr. Peterkin, "is not to have all the doors on one side of the

"But how can we tell whether there is any snow there?" asked Elizabeth Eliza"for there is no window."

In fact, the east side of the Peterkins' house formed a blank wall. The owner had originally planned a little

block of semidetached houses. He had completed only one, very semi and very detached.

"It is not necessary to see," said Agamemnon, profoundly; "of course, if the storm blows against this side of

"Yes," said Solomon John, "there must be a space clear of snow on the east side of the house, and if we could

open a way to that " "We could open a way to the butcher," said Mr. Peterkin, promptly.

Agamemnon went for his pickaxe. He had kept one in the house ever since the adventure of the

"What will Mr. Mudge, the owner of the house, think of it?" she exclaimed. "Have we a right to injure the

"It is right to preserve ourselves from starving," said Mr. Peterkin. "The drowning man must snatch at a

"It is better that he should find his house chopped a little when the thaw comes," said Elizabeth Eliza, "than

The little boys came in to warm their hands. They had not succeeded in opening the side door, and were

"That would be of no use," said Mrs. Peterkin, "the butcher cannot get into the garden."

"But we might shovel off the snow," suggested one of the little boys, "and dig down to some of last year's

Meanwhile, Mr. Peterkin, Agamemnon, and Solomon John had been bringing together their carpenter's tools,

and Elizabeth Eliza proposed using a gouge, if they would choose the right spot to begin.

The little boys were delighted with the plan, and hastened to findone, a little hatchet, and the other a

"If the wall is thinner upstairs," said Agamemnon, "it will do as well to cut a window as a door, and haul up

Everybody began to pound a little on the wall to find a favorable place, and there was a great deal of noise.

The little boys actually cut a bit out of the plastering with their hatchet and gimlet. Solomon John confided to

Elizabeth Eliza that it reminded him of stories of prisoners who cut themselves free, through stone walls, after

Mrs. Peterkin, even, had come with a pair of tongs in her hand. She was interrupted by a voice behind her.

"Excuse me, marm, for coming in at the side door, but the back gate is kinder blocked up. You were making

"But how did you make a path to the door?" asked Mr. Peterkin. "You must have been working at it a long

"I'm about on regular time," answered the butcher. "The town team has cleared out the high road, and the

True enough! The Peterkins had been so busy inside the house they had not noticed the ceasing of the storm

"And we were all up an hour earlier than usual," said Mr. Peterkin, when the butcher left. He had not

"If we had lain abed till the usual time," said Solomon John, "we should have been all right."

"For here is the milkman!" said Elizabeth Eliza, as a knock was now heard at the side door.

"It is a good thing to learn," said Mr. Peterkin, "not to get up any earlier than is necessary."

NOT that they were fond of drinking milk, nor that they drank very much. But for that reason Mr. Peterkin

thought it would be well to have a cow, to encourage the family to drink more, as he felt it would be so

Mrs. Peterkin recalled the troubles of the last cold winter, and how near they came to starving, when they

were shut up in a severe snowstorm, and the waterpipes burst, and the milk was frozen. If the cowshed

Tony Larkin was to come over and milk the cow every morning, and Agamemnon and Solomon John agreed

to learn how to milk, in case Tony should be "snowed up," or have the whoopingcough in the course of the

But if they were to have three or four pailfuls of milk every day, it was important to know where to keep it.

"One way will be," said Mrs. Peterkin, "to use a great deal every day. We will make butter."

The little boys thought they might have a cocoanut tree instead of a cow. You could have the milk from the

cocoanuts, and it would be pleasant climbing the tree, and you would not have to feed it.

"Up on the hills, up on the hills," exclaimed the little boys, "where there are a great many bars to take down,

"But I don't know," he said, "but the cow might eat off all the grass in one day, and there would not be any

Agamemnon said it would depend upon the season. In a rainy season the grass would come up very fast, in a

"I suppose," said Mrs. Peterkin, "that is the worst of having a cowthere might be a drought."

Mr. Peterkin thought they might make some calculation from the quantity of grass in the lot.

Solomon John suggested that measurements might be made by seeing how much grass the Bromwicks' cow,

The little boys agreed to go over and spend the day on the Bromwicks' fence, and take an observation.

"The trouble would be," said Elizabeth Eliza, "that cows walk about so, and the Bromwicks' yard is very

large. Now she would be eating in one place, and then she would walk to another. She would not be eating all

The little boys thought they should like nothing better than to have some sticks, and keep the cow in one

"Of course, it would bring all the boys in the school about the place, and very likely they would make the

Agamemnon recalled that Mr. Bromwick once wanted to hire Mr. Peterkin's lot for his cow.

"That is true; and of course Mr. Bromwick must have known there was feed enough for one cow."

"And the reason you didn't let him have it," said Solomon John, "was that Elizabeth Eliza was afraid of

"I did not like the idea," said Elizabeth Eliza, "of their cow's looking at me over the top of the fence, perhaps,

when I should be planting the sweet peas in the garden. I hope our cow would be a quiet one. I should not like

Peterkin; "that seems the most dangerous part. Perhaps they might be padded with cotton."

Elizabeth Eliza said cows were built so large and clumsy, that if they came at you they could not help

The little boys would prefer having the pasture a great way off. Half the fun of having a cow would be going

"The cow would like it ever so much better," the little boys declared, "on account of the variety. If she did not

like the rocks and the bushes, she could walk round and find the grassy places."

"I am not sure," said Elizabeth Eliza, "but it would be less dangerous to keep the cow in the lot behind the

house, because she would not be coming and going, morning and night, in that jerky way the Larkins' cows

come home. They don't mind which gate they rush in at. I should hate to have our cow dash into our front

"That is true," said Mr. Peterkin; "we can have the door of the cowhouse open directly into the pasture, and

The little boys were quite disappointed. The cow would miss the exercise, and they would lose a great

It was decided to keep the cow in their own pasture; and as they were to put on an end kitchen, it would be

The cow proved a quiet one. She was a little excited when all the family stood round at the first milking, and

Elizabeth Eliza had her scarlet sack dyed brown a fortnight before. It was the one she did her gardening in,

and it might have infuriated the cow. And she kept out of the garden the first day or two.

Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza bought the best kind of milkpans, of every size.

The little boys liked it, and drank large mugs of it. Elizabeth Eliza said she could never learn to love milk

Mrs. Peterkin was afraid Amanda did not under stand about taking care of the milk; yet she had been down to

"It might be awkward if she didn't like it," said Solomon John. "Perhaps something is the matter with the

"I gave the cow an apple to eat yesterday," said one of the little boys, remorsefully.

Elizabeth Eliza went over, and Mrs. Peterkin too, and explained all to the lady from Philadelphia, asking her

The lady from Philadelphia tasted, and said the truth was that the milk was sour !

"I was afraid it was so," said Mrs. Peterkin; "but I didn't know what to expect from these new kinds of cows."

"It is directly back of the chimney and the new kitchenrange," replied Elizabeth Eliza. "I suppose it is too

"Well, well!" said Mrs. Peterkin, "that is it! Last winter the milk froze, and now we have gone to the other

Everything was done in great privacy, as it was to be a surprise to the neighbors, as well as to the rest of the

Bromwick's woodlot, and, with his consent, selected the tree. Agamemnon went to look at it occasionally

after dark, and Solomon John made frequent visits to it mornings, just after sunrise. Mr. Peterkin drove

Elizabeth Eliza and her mother that way, and pointed furtively to it with his whip; but none of them ever

spoke of it aloud to each other. It was suspected that the little boys had been to see it Wednesday and

Saturday afternoons. But they came home with their pockets full of chestnuts, and said nothing about it.

At length Mr. Peterkin had it cut down and brought secretly into the Larkin's barn. A week or two before

Christmas a measurement was made of it with Elizabeth Eliza's yardmeasure. To Mr. Peterkin's great

This fact was brought out at a secret council of Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin, Elizabeth Eliza, and Agamemnon.

Agamemnon suggested that it might be set up slanting; but Mrs. Peterkin was very sure it would make her

But a brilliant idea came to Mr. Peterkin. He proposed that the ceiling of the parlor should be raised to make

Elizabeth Eliza thought the space would need to be quite large. It must not be like a small box, or you could

"Yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "I should have the ceiling lifted all across the room; the effect would be finer."

Elizabeth Eliza objected to having the whole ceiling raised, because her room was over the back parlor, and

she would have no floor while the alteration was going on, which would be very awkward. Besides, her room

was not very high now, and, if the floor were raised, perhaps she could not walk in it upright.

Mr. Peterkin explained that he didn't propose altering the whole ceiling, but to life up a ridge across the room

This would make a hump, to be sure, in Elizabeth Eliza's room; but it would go across the whole room.

Elizabeth Eliza said she would not mind that. It would be like the cuddy thing that comes up on the deck of a

ship, that you sit against, only here you would not have the seasickness. She thought she should like it, for a

Mrs. Peterkin thought it would come in the worn place of the carpet, and might be a convenience in making

Agamemnon was afraid there would be trouble in keeping the matter secret, for it would be a long piece of

work for a carpenter; but Mr. Peterkin proposed having the carpenter for a day or two, for a number of other

One of them was to make all the chairs in the house of the same height, for Mrs. Peterkin had nearly broken

her spine by sitting down in a chair that she had supposed was her own rockingchair, and it had proved to be

two inches lower. The little boys were now large enough to sit in any chair; so a medium was fixed upon to

On consulting the carpenter, however, he insisted that the tree could be cut off at the lower end to suit the

height of the parlor, and demurred at so great a change as altering the ceiling. But Mr. Peterkin had set his

mind upon the improvement, and Elizabeth Eliza had cut her carpet in preparation for it.

So the foldingdoors into the back parlor were closed, and for nearly a fortnight before Christmas there was

great litter of fallen plastering, and laths, and chips, and shavings; and Elizabeth Eliza's carpet was taken up,

and the furniture had to be changed, and one night she had to sleep at the Bromwicks', for there was a long

All this delighted the little boys. They could not understand what was going on.

Perhaps they suspected a Christmastree, but they did not know why a Christmastree should have so many

chips, and were still more astonished at the hump that appeared in Elizabeth Eliza's room. It must be a

Some aunts and uncles, too, arrived a day or two before Christmas, with some small cousins. These cousins

occupied the attention of the little boys, and there was a great deal of whispering and mystery, behind doors,

Solomon John was busy, privately making some candles for the tree. He had been collecting some bayberries,

as he understood they made very nice candles, so that it would not be necessary to buy any.

The elders of the family never all went into the back parlor together, and all tried not to see what was going

on. Mrs. Peterkin would go in with Solomon John, or Mr. Peterkin with Elizabeth Eliza, or Elizabeth Eliza

and Agamemnon and Solomon John. The little boys and the small cousins were never allowed even to look

Elizabeth Eliza meanwhile went into town a number of times. She wanted to consult Amanda as to how much

icecream they should need, and whether they could make it at home, as they had cream and ice. She was

pretty busy in her own room; the furniture had to be changed, and the carpet altered. The "hump" was higher

than she expected. There was danger of bumping her own head whenever she crossed it. She had to nail some

The afternoon before Christmas, Elizabeth Eliza, Solomon John, and their father collected in the back parlor

for a council. The carpenters had done their work, and the tree stood at its full height at the back of the room,

the top stretching up into the space arranged for it. All the chips and shavings were cleared away, and it stood

Solomon John had brought in his supply of candles; but they proved to be very "stringy" and very few of

them. It was strange how many bayberries it took to make a few candles! The little boys had helped him, and

he had gathered as much as a bushel of bayberries. He had put them in water, and skimmed off the wax,

Solomon John had given the little boys some of the bits sawed off from the legs of the chairs. He had

suggested that they should cover them with gilt paper, to answer for gilt apples, without telling them what

These apples, a little blunt at the end, and the candles were all they had for the tree!

After all her trips into town Elizabeth Eliza had forgotten to bring anything for it.

"I thought of candies and sugarplums," she said; "but I concluded if we made caramels ourselves we should

not need them. But, then, we have not made caramels. The fact is, that day my head was full of my carpet. I

Mr. Peterkin wished he had taken, instead of a firtree, an appletree he had seen in October, full of red fruit.

"It is odd I should have forgotten, that day I went in on purpose to get the things," said Elizabeth Eliza,

musingly. "But I went from shop to shop, and didn't know exactly what to get. I saw a great many gilt things

for Christmastrees; but I knew the little boys were making the gilt apples; there were plenty of candles in

Elizabeth Eliza could not go in the next morning, for there was to be a grand Christmas dinner, and Mr.

Peterkin could not be spared, and Solomon John was sure he and Agamemnon would not know what to buy.

Mr. Peterkin asked if the presents everybody had been preparing would not answer. But Elizabeth Eliza knew

A gloom came over the room. There was only a flickering gleam from one of Solomon John's candles that he

Solomon John again proposed going into town. He lighted a match to examine the newspaper about the

trains. There were plenty of trains coming out at that hour, but none going in except a very late one. That

"We could go in, Elizabeth Eliza and I," said Solomon John, "but we should not have time to buy anything."

Agamemnon was summoned in. Mrs. Peterkin was entertaining the uncles and aunts in the front parlor.

Agamemnon wished there was time to study up something about electric lights. If they could only have a

At this moment there was a loud knocking at the front door. The little boys, and the small cousins, and the

The uncles and aunts thought somebody's house must be on fire. The door was opened, and there was a man,

white with flakes, for it was beginning to snow, and he was pulling in a large box.

Mrs. Peterkin supposed it contained some of Elizabeth Eliza's purchases, so she ordered it to be pushed into

the back parlor, and hastily called back her guests and the little boys into the other room. The little boys and

Mr. Peterkin lighted the gas. The box was addressed to Elizabeth Eliza. It was from the lady from

Philadelphia! She had gathered a hint from Elizabeth Eliza's letters that there was to be a Christmastree, and

It was opened directly. There was every kind of gilt hangingthing, from gilt peapods to butterflies on

springs. There were shining flags and lanterns, and birdcages, and nests with birds sitting on them, baskets of

fruit, gilt apples and bunches of grapes, and, at the bottom of the whole, a large box of candles and a box of

Elizabeth Eliza and Solomon John could scarcely keep from screaming. The little boys and the small cousins

Hastily Mr. Peterkin and the rest took out the things and hung them on the tree, and put on the candles.

When all was done, it looked so well that Mr. Peterkin exclaimed: "Let us light the candles now, and send

And so it was that the Peterkins had their Christmastree the day before, and on Christmas night could go and

TWAS important to have a teaparty, as they had all been invited by everybodythe Bromwicks, the

Tremletts, and the Gibbonses. It would be such a good chance to pay off some of their old debts, now that the

lady from Philadelphia was back again, and her two daughters, who would be sure to make it all go off well.

But as soon as they began to make out the list, they saw there were too many to have at once, for there were

"We could use the everyday set for the coffee," answered Elizabeth Eliza; "they are the right shape.

Besides," she went on, "they would not all come. Mr. and Mrs. Bromwick, for instance; they never go out."

The little boys said there were plenty of saucers; and Mr. Peterkin agreed with Elizabeth Eliza that all would

"There are three of the Tremletts," said Elizabeth Eliza; "they never go out together. One of them, if not two,

will be sure to have the headache. Ann Maria Bromwick would come, and the three Gibbons boys, and their

sister Juliana; but the other sisters are out West, and there is but one Osborne."

It really did seem safe to ask "everybody." They would be sorry, after it was over, that they had not asked

"We have the cow," said Mrs. Peterkin, "so there will be as much cream and milk as we shall need."

"And our own pig," said Agamemnon. "I am glad we had it salted; so we can have plenty of sandwiches."

"I will buy a chest of tea," exclaimed Mr. Peterkin. "I have been thinking of a chest for some time."

Mrs. Peterkin thought a whole chest would not be needed: it was as well to buy the tea and coffee by the

So they decided to give the invitations to all. It might be a stormy evening and some would be prevented.

And it turned out a fair day, and more came than were expected. Ann Maria Bromwick had a friend staying

with her, and brought her over, for the Bromwicks were opposite neighbors. And the Tremletts had a niece,

The little boys were at the door, to show in the guests, and as each set came to the front gate, they ran back to

Mrs. Peterkin had grown dizzy with counting those who had come, and trying to calculate how many were to

come, and wondering why there were always more and never less, and whether the cups would go round.

The three Tremletts all came, with their niece. They all had had their headaches the day before, and were

having that banged feeling you always have after a headache; so they all sat at the same side of the room on

All the Jefferses came, though they had sent uncertain answers. Old Mr. Jeffers had to be helped in, with his

The Gibbons boys came, and would stand just outside the parlor door. And Juliana appeared afterward, with

"Got home this morning!" they said. "And so glad to be in time to see everybodya little tired, to be sure,

"Fortyeight!" repeated Mrs. Peterkin; and wondered if there were fortyeight people, and why they were all

Old Mr. and Mrs. Bromwick came. They thought it would not be neighborly to stay away. They insisted on

But they never could sit round a teatable. Elizabeth Eliza had thought they all might have room at the table,

It was a great moment when the lady from Philadelphia arrived with her daughters. Mr. Peterkin was talking

to Mr. Bromwick, who was a little deaf. The Gibbons boys retreated a little farther behind the parlor door.

Mrs. Peterkin hastened forward to shake hands with the lady from Philadelphia, saying: "Four Gibbons

girls and Mary Osborne's auntthat makes nineteen; and now" It made no difference what she said; for

there was such a murmuring of talk that any words suited. And the lady from Philadelphia wanted to be

Mrs. Peterkin found time to meet Elizabeth Eliza in the side entry, to ask if there were going to be cups

"I have set Agamemnon in the front entry to count," said Elizabeth Eliza, putting her hand to her head.

"It is your father's doing," cried Mrs. Peterkin. "I do believe he asked everybody he saw!" And she hurried

"What if father really has asked everybody?" Elizabeth Eliza said to herself, pressing her head again with her

There were the cow and the pig. But if they all took tea or coffee, or both, the cups could not go round.

MRS. PETERKIN'S TEAPARTY. He had not been able to count the guests, they moved about so, they

"What do you suppose they did in Philadelphia at the Exhibition, when there were more people than cups and

saucers?" asked Elizabeth Eliza. "Could not you go and inquire? I know the lady from Philadelphia is talking

about the Exhibition, and telling how she stayed at home to receive friends. And they must have had trouble

Agamemnon looked into the room, but there were too many talking with the lady from Philadelphia.

"If we could only look into some book," he said"the encyclopaedia or the dictionary, they are such a help

At this moment he thought of his "Great Triumphs of Great Men," that he was reading just now. He had not

reached the lives of the Stephensons, or any of the men of modern times. He might skip over to themhe

"That is a good thought," said Agamemnon. "I will bring down more upstairs chairs."

"No," said Solomon John; "here are all that can come down; the rest of the bedroom chairs match bureaus,

Agamemnon kept on to his own room, to consult his books. If only he could invent something on the spur of

the momenta set of bedroom furniture, that in an emergency could be turned into parlor chairs! It seemed

an idea; and he sat himself down to his table and pencils, when he was interrupted by the little boys, who

The little boys had been busy thinking. They proposed that the teatable, with all the things on, should be

pushed into the front room, where the company were; and those could take cups who could find cups.

But Elizabeth Eliza feared it would not be safe to push so large a table; it might upset, and break what china

Agamemnon came down to find her pouring out tea, in the back room. She called to him: "Agamemnon,

you must bring Mary Osborne to help, and perhaps one of the Gibbons boys would carry round some of the

And so she began to pour out and to send round the sandwiches, and the tea, and the coffee. Let things go as

"As soon as they have done drinking bring back the cups and saucers to be washed," she said to the Gibbons

But what was their surprise, that the more they poured out, the more cups they seemed to have! Elizabeth

"I can't understand it," Elizabeth Eliza said to Amanda. "Do they come back to you, round through the

Her surprise was greater when some of them proved to be coffeecups that matched the set! And they never

"It is my doing," said Solomon John, with an elevated air. "I went to the lady from Philadelphia, in the midst

of her talk. 'What do you do in Philadelphia, when you haven't enough cups?' 'Borrow of my neighbors,' she

"That may be," said Solomon John. "But I whispered to Ann Maria Bromwickshe was standing byand

Bromwick bought this set just where we bought ours. And they had a coffeeset, too" "You mean where

"Ann Maria was very good about it," said Solomon John; "and quick, too. And old Mrs. Bromwick has kept

Elizabeth Eliza was ready to faint with delight and relief. She told the Gibbons boys, by mistake, instead of

Agamemnon, and the little boys. She almost let fall the cups and saucers she took in her hand.

No trouble, except about the chairs. She looked into the room; all seemed to be sitting down, even her

Jeffers. But he was drinking coffee, and the Gibbons boys were handing things around.

The daughters of the lady from Philadelphia were sitting on shawls on the edge of the window that opened

upon the piazza. It was a soft, warm evening, and some of the young people were on the piazza. Everybody

"It's a great success, Elizabeth Eliza," he whispered. "The coffee is admirable, and plenty of cups. We asked

Elizabeth Eliza sighed with relief as she filled his cup. It was going off well.

There were cups enough, but she was not sure she could live over another such hour of anxiety; and what was

Dramatis Personae. Amanda (friend of Elizabeth Eliza), Amanda's mother, girls of the graduating class,

MOTHER, the exhibition is over, and I have brought the whole class home to the collation.

AMANDA. The rest are coming. I brought Julie, and Clara, and Sophie with me. [A voice is heard. ] Here

AMANDA. Too late for the exhibition. Such a shame! But in time for the collation.

AMANDA. But what made you so late? Did you miss the train? This is Elizabeth Eliza, girlsyou have

AMANDA. You are too foolish, Julia. They came in the carryall part. But didn't you start in time?

Peterkin we should get into trouble with one of those carryalls that don't turn easy.

MRS. PETERKIN. Yes; we started with the little boys and Solomon John on the back seat, and Elizabeth

Eliza on the front. She was to drive, and I was to see to the driving. But the horse was not faced toward

ELIZABETH ELIZA. The little boys are all safe. We left them at the Pringles', with Solomon John.

MRS. PETERKIN. No; we had the horse faced in the wrong directiontoward Providence.

ELIZABETH ELIZA. And mother was afraid to have me turn, and we kept on and on till we should reach

MRS. PETERKIN. I thought we should come to a road that would veer off to the right or left, and bring us

MRS. PETERKIN. Why, no; if it had broken down we should not have been in anything, and could not

ELIZABETH ELIZA. Yes, I have always heard it was best to stay in the carriage, whatever happens.

MRS. PETERKIN. O yes; we met one man after another, and we asked the way to Boston.

ELIZABETH ELIZA. And all they would say was, "Turn right roundyou are on the road to

ELIZABETH ELIZA. O dear, no! We kept on and on, till we met a man with a black handbagblack

MOTHER. I dare say it was the same one that came here the other day. He wanted me to buy the "History

of the Aborigines, Brought up from Earliest Times to the Present Date," in four volumes. I told him I hadn't

time to read so much. He said that was no matter, few did, and it wasn't much worth itthey bought books

AMANDA. Now, that was illiterate; he never could have graduated. I hope, Elizabeth Eliza, you had

MRS. PETERKIN. He told us the same storywe were going to Providence; if we wanted to go to

ELIZABETH ELIZA. I told him I couldn't; but he took the horse's head, and the first thing I knew

MRS. PETERKIN. Yes, we came straight enough when the horse was headed right; but we lost time.

ELIZABETH ELIZA. I am sorry enough I lost the exhibition, and seeing you take the diploma, Amanda. I

MRS. PETERKIN. Somehow, Elizabeth Eliza never succeeded. I think there was partiality about the

ELIZABETH ELIZA. I never was good about remembering things. I studied well enough, but, when I

came to say off my lesson, I couldn't think what it was. Yet I could have answered some of the other girls'

ELIZABETH ELIZA. I never could remember poetry There was only one thing I could repeat.

AMANDA. Oh, do let us have it now; and then we'll recite to you some of our exhibition pieces.

MRS. PETERKIN. Yes, Elizabeth Eliza, do what you can to help entertain Amanda's friends.

[All stand looking at ELIZABETH ELIZA, who remains silent and thoughtful. ] ELIZABETH ELIZA. I'm

trying to think what it is about. You all know it. You remember, Amandathe name is rather long.

AMANDA. It can't be Nebuchadnezzar, can it?that is one of the longest names I know.

ELIZABETH ELIZA. It begins about a boyif I could only think where he was. I can't remember.

I can't think who stood there with him JULIA. If the deck was burning, it must have been on fire. I guess

[She hesitates. ] Then I think he went JULIA. Of course, he fled after the rest.

"The boy stood on the burning deck, Whence all but him had fled; The flames rolled on, he would not go

ELIZABETH ELIZA. It must be "without his father's head," or, perhaps, "without his father said" he

MOTHER. Perhaps it's as well to omit some, for the icecream has come, and you must all come down.

They were to be allowed to usher in the glorious day by the blowing of horns exactly at sunrise. But they

were to blow them for precisely five minutes only, and no sound of the horns should be heard afterward till

It was thought that a peace might thus be bought by a short, though crowded, period of noise.

The morning came. Even before the morning, at halfpast three o'clock, a terrible blast of the horns aroused

Mrs. Peterkin clasped her hands to her head and exclaimed: "I am thankful the lady from Philadelphia is not

here!" For she had been invited to stay a week, but had declined to come before the Fourth of July, as she was

And the number of the horns was most remarkable! It was as though every cow in the place had arisen and

"How many little boys are there? How many have we?" exclaimed Mr. Peterkin, going over their names one

by one mechanically, thinking he would do it, as he might count imaginary sheep jumping over a fence, to

And how unexpectedly long the five minutes seemed! Elizabeth Eliza was to take out her watch and give the

signal for the end of the five minutes, and the ceasing of the horns. Why did not the signal come? Why did

"If we live to another Fourth," added Mr. Peterkin, hastening to the door to inquire into the state of affairs.

Alas! Amanda, by mistake, had waked up the little boys an hour too early. And by another mistake the little

boys had invited three or four of their friends to spend the night with them. Mrs. Peterkin had given them

permission to have the boys for the whole day, and they understood the day as beginning when they went to

It would have been impossible to hear any explanation; but the five minutes were over, and the horns had

ceased, and there remained only the noise of a singular leaping of feet, explained perhaps by a possible

pillowfight, that kept the family below partially awake until the bells and cannon made known the dawning

Peterkin jocosely called it when they heard the little boys and their friends clattering down the stairs to begin

They were bound first for the swamp, for Elizabeth Eliza, at the suggestion of the lady from Philadelphia, had

advised them to hang some flags around the pillars of the piazza. Now the little boys knew of a place in the

swamp where they had been in the habit of digging for "flagroot," and where they might find plenty of flag

flowers. They did bring away all they could, but they were a little out of bloom. The boys were in the midst

of nailing up all they had on the pillars of the piazza when the procession of the Antiques and Horribles

passed along. As the procession saw the festive arrangements on the piazza, and the crowd of boys, who

cheered them loudly, it stopped to salute the house with some especial strains of greeting.

Poor Mrs. Peterkin! They were directly under her windows! In a few moments of quiet, during the boys'

absence from the house on their visit to the swamp, she had been trying to find out whether she had a

sickheadache, or whether it was all the noise, and she was just deciding it was the sick headache, but was

There were the imitations of the crowing of cocks, and braying of donkeys, and the sound of horns, encored

and increased by the cheers of the boys. Then began the torpedoes, and the Antiques and Horribles had

Mrs. Peterkin had always been much afraid of fireworks, and had never allowed the boys to bring

gunpowder into the house. She was even afraid of torpedoes; they looked so much like sugarplums she was

Everybody exclaimed over this: "Surely there was no danger in peanuts!" But Mrs. Peterkin declared she

had been very much alarmed at the Centennial Exhibition, and in the crowded corners of the streets in

Boston, at the peanut stands, where they had machines to roast the peanuts. She did not think it was safe.

Mr. Peterkin thought there actually was no danger, and he should be sorry to give up the peanut. He thought

it an American institution, something really belonging to the Fourth of July. He even confessed to a quiet

pleasure in crushing the empty shells with his feet on the sidewalks as he went along the streets.

In consideration, however, of the fact that they had had no real celebration of the Fourth the last year, Mrs.

Peterkin had consented to give over the day, this year, to the amusement of the family as a Centennial

celebration. She would prepare herself for a terrible noiseonly she did not want any gunpowder brought

The little boys had begun by firing some torpedoes a few days beforehand, that their mother might be used to

Solomon John had been very busy in inventing some fireworks. As Mrs. Peterkin objected to the use of

gunpowder, he found out from the dictionary what the different parts of gunpowder aresaltpetre, charcoal,

and sulphur. Charcoal, he discovered, they had in the woodhouse; saltpetre they would find in the cellar, in

the beef barrel; and sulphur they could buy at the apothecary's. He explained to his mother that these

Agamemnon, meanwhile, remembered a recipe he had read somewhere for making a "fulminating paste" of

ironfilings and powder of brimstone. He had written it down on a piece of paper in his pocketbook. But the

iron filings must be finely powdered. This they began upon a day or two before, and the very afternoon

According to a programme drawn up by Agamemnon and Solomon John, the reading of the Declaration of

"She said the flags of our country," said the little boys. "We thought she meant 'in the country.'"

Quite a company assembled; but it seemed nobody had a copy of the Declaration of Independence.

Elizabeth Eliza said she could say one line, if they each could add as much. But it proved they all knew the

same line that she did, as they began: "When, in the course ofwhen, in the course ofwhen, in the

course of humanwhen in the course of human eventswhen, in the course of human events, it

becomeswhen, in the course of human events, it becomes necessarywhen, in the course of human events

it becomes necessary for one people" They could not get any farther. Some of the party decided that "one

people" was a good place to stop, and the little boys sent off some fresh torpedoes in honor of the people. But

Mr. Peterkin was not satisfied. He invited the assembled party to stay until sunset, and meanwhile he would

find a copy, and torpedoes were to be saved to be fired off at the close of every sentence.

Mrs. Peterkin wanted to ask everybody to dinner. She should have some cold beef. She had let Amanda go,

because it was the Fourth, and everybody ought to be free that one day; so she could not have much of a

dinner. But when she went to cut her beef she found Solomon had taken it to soak, on account of the

Well, they had a pig; so she took a ham, and the boys had bought tamarinds and buns and a cocoanut. So the

company stayed on, and when the Antiques and Horribles passed again they were treated to peanuts and

They sung patriotic songs, they told stories, they fired torpedoes, they frightened the cats with them. It was a

warm afternoon; the red poppies were out wide, and the hot sun poured down on the alleyways in the

garden. There was a seething sound of a hot day in the buzzing of insects, in the steaming heat that came up

from the ground. Some neighboring boys were firing a toy cannon. Every time it went off Mrs. Peterkin

started, and looked to see if one of the little boys was gone. Mr. Peterkin had set out to find a copy of the

"Declaration." Agamemnon had disappeared. She had not a moment to decide about her headache.

She asked Ann Maria if she were not anxious about the fireworks, and if rockets were not dangerous. They

And then came a fresh tumult! All the fireengines in town rushed toward them, clanging with bells, men and

There was great rushing hither and thither. Some thought they would better go home; some thought they

would better stay. Mrs. Peterkin hastened into the house to save herself, or see what she could save. Elizabeth

Eliza followed her, first proceeding to collect all the pokers and tongs she could find, because they could be

thrown out of the window without breaking. She had read of people who had flung lookingglasses out of the

window by mistake, in the excitement of the house being on fire, and had carried the pokers and tongs

carefully into the garden. There was nothing like being prepared. She had always determined to do the

reverse. So with calmness she told Solomon John to take down the lookingglasses. But she met with a

difficultythere were no pokers and tongs, as they did not use them. They had no open fires; Mrs. Peterkin

had been afraid of them. So Elizabeth Eliza took all the pots and kettles up to the upper windows, ready to be

But where was Mrs. Peterkin? Solomon John found she had fled to the attic in terror. He persuaded her to

come down, assuring her it was the most unsafe place; but she insisted upon stopping to collect some bags of

old pieces, that nobody would think of saving from the general wreck, she said, unless she did. Alas! this was

the result of fireworks on Fourth of July! As they came downstairs they heard the voices of all the company

declaring there was no fire; the danger was past. It was long before Mrs. Peterkin could believe it. They told

her the fire company was only out for show, and to celebrate the Fourth of July. She thought it already too

Elizabeth Eliza's kettles and pans had come down through the windows with a crash, that had only added to

Mr. Peterkin had been roaming about all this time in search of a copy of the Declaration of Independence.

The public library was shut, and he had to go from house to house; but now, as the sunset bells and cannon

began, he returned with a copy, and read it, to the pealing of the bells and sounding of the cannon.

Torpedoes and crackers were fired at every pause. Some sweetmarjoram pots, tin cans filled with crackers

At the most exciting moment, near the close of the reading, Agamemnon, with an expression of terror, pulled

It was in the preface to 'Woodstock,' and I have been round to borrow the book to read the directions over

again, because I was afraid about the 'paste' going off. READ THIS QUICKLY! and tell me, Where is the

Solomon John was busy winding some covers of paper over a little parcel. It contained chlorate of potash and

sulphur mixed. A friend had told him of the composition. The more thicknesses of paper you put round it the

louder it would go off. You must pound it with a hammer. Solomon John felt it must be perfectly safe, as his

He still held the parcel as he read from Agamemnon's book: "This paste, when it has lain together about

twentysix hours, will of itself take fire, and burn all the sulphur away with a blue flame and a bad smell."

"We put it on the piazza," exclaimed Solomon John, rapidly recalling the facts, "and it is in front of our

He hastened to snatch the paste away before it should take fire, flinging aside the packet in his hurry.

Agamemnon, jumping upon the piazza at the same moment, trod upon the paper parcel, which exploded at

once with the shock, and he fell to the ground, while at the same moment the paste "fulminated" into a blue

It was a moment of great confusion. There were cries and screams. The bells were still ringing, the cannon

firing, and Mr. Peterkin had just reached the closing words: "Our lives, our fortunes, and our sacred honor."

"We are all blown up, as I feared we should be," Mrs. Peterkin at length ventured to say, finding herself in a

lilacbush by the side of the piazza. She scarcely dared to open her eyes to see the scattered limbs about her.

It was so with all. Even Ann Maria Bromwick clutched a pillar of the piazza, with closed eyes.

There was no reply. Nobody could tell whether it was because everybody was killed, or because they were

too wounded to answer. It was a great while before Mrs. Peterkin ventured to move.

But the little boys soon shouted with joy, and cheered the success of Solomon John's fireworks, and hoped he

had some more. One of them had his face blackened by an unexpected cracker, and Elizabeth Eliza's muslin

dress was burned here and there. But no one was hurt; no one had lost any limbs, though Mrs. Peterkin was

sure she had seen some flying in the air. Nobody could understand how, as she had kept her eyes firmly shut.

No greater accident had occurred than the singeing of the tip of Solomon John's nose. But there was an

Indeed, the thundering noise had stunned everybody. It had roused the neighborhood even more than before.

Answering explosions came on every side, and, though the sunset light had not faded away, the little boys

hastened to send off rockets under cover of the confusion. Solomon John's other fireworks would not go. But

Mrs. Peterkin retreated into the parlor, deciding she really did have a headache. At times she had to come out

when a rocket went off, to see if it was one of the little boys. She was exhausted by the adventures of the day,

and almost thought it could not have been worse if the boys had been allowed gunpowder. The distracted lady

was thankful there was likely to be but one Centennial Fourth in her lifetime, and declared she should never

more keep anything in the house as dangerous as saltpetred beef, and she should never venture to take another

THERE was some doubt about the weather. Solomon John looked at the "Probabilities;" there were to be

Agamemnon thought if they could only know where the areas of rain were to be they might go to the others.

Mr. Peterkin proposed walking round the house in a procession, to examine the sky. As they returned they

Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin were to go in the carryall, and take up the lady from Philadelphia, and Ann Maria, with

the rest, was to follow in a wagon, and to stop for the daughters of the lady from Philadelphia. The wagon

A basket had been kept on the back piazza for some days, where anybody could put anything that would be

Agamemnon had already decided to take a thermometer; somebody was always complaining of being too hot

or too cold at a picnic, and it would be a great convenience to see if she really were so. He thought now he

might take a barometer, as "Probabilities" was so uncertain. Then, if it went down in a threatening way, they

The little boys had tied their kites to the basket. They had never tried them at home; it might be a good

chance on the hills. Solomon John had put in some fishingpoles; Elizabeth Eliza, a book of poetry. Mr.

Peterkin did not like sitting on the ground, and proposed taking two chairs, one for himself and one for

anybody else. The little boys were perfectly happy; they jumped in and out of the wagon a dozen times, with

Before they started, Mrs. Peterkin began to think she had already had enough of the picnic, what with going

and coming, and trying to remember things. So many mistakes were made. The things that were to go in the

wagon were put in the carryall, and the things in the carryall had to be taken out for the wagon!

Mrs. Peterkin sat on the piazza and tried to think. She felt as if she must have forgotten something; she knew

she must. Why could not she think of it now, before it was too late? It seems hard any day to think what to

have for dinner, but how much easier now it would be to stay at home quietly and order the dinnerand

Twice they started, and twice they found something was left behindthe loaf of fresh brown bread on the

back piazza, and a basket of sandwiches on the front porch. And just as the wagon was leaving, the little boys

Everybody got out of the wagon. Agamemnon went back into the house, to see if anything else were left. He

looked into the closets; he shut the front door, and was so busy that he forgot to get into the wagon himself. It

He was wondering what he should do if he were left behind (why had they not thought to arrange a telegraph

wire to the back wheel of the wagon, so that he might have sent a message in such a case!), when the

They joined the rest of the party at Tatham Corners, where they were all to meet and consult where they were

to go. Mrs. Peterkin called to Agamemnon, as soon as he appeared. She had been holding the barometer and

the thermometer, and they waggled so that it troubled her. It was hard keeping the thermometer out of the

sun, which would make it so warm. It really took away her pleasure, holding the things. Agamemnon decided

to get into the carryall, on the seat with his father, and take the barometer and thermometer.

The consultation went on. Should they go to Cherry Swamp, or Lonetown Hill? You had the view if you

Somebody suggested asking the lady from Philadelphia, as the picnic was got up for her.

"I declare," said Mr. Peterkin, "I forgot to stop for her!" The whole picnic there, and no lady from

It seemed the horse had twitched his head in a threatening manner as they passed the house, and Mr. Peterkin

had forgotten to stop, and Mrs. Peterkin had been so busy managing the thermometers that she had not

Mrs. Peterkin was in despair. She knew they had forgotten something! She did not like to have Mr. Peterkin

make a short turn, and it was getting late, and what would the lady from Philadelphia think of it, and had they

But everybody said "No!" and Mr. Peterkin said he could make a wide turn round the Lovejoy barn. So they

made the turn, and took up the lady from Philadelphia, and the wagon followed behind and took up their

Ann Maria Bromwick said it was so late by this time, they might as well stop and have the picnic on the

There were no strawberries, and there was no nook, it was said, but there was a good place to tie the horses.

Mrs. Peterkin was feeling a little nervous, for she did not know what the lady from Philadelphia would think

of their having forgotten her, and the more she tried to explain it, the worse it seemed to make it. She

supposed they never did such things in Philadelphia; she knew they had invited all the world to a party, but

she was sure she would never want to invite anybody again. There was no fun about it till it was all over.

Such a mistaketo have a party for a person, and then go without her; but she knew they would forget

There was another bother! Mr. Peterkin stopped. "Was anything broke?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin. "Was

No! But Mr. Peterkin didn't know the way; and here he was leading all the party, and a long row of carriages

They stopped, and it seemed nobody knew the way to Strawberry Nook, unless it was the Gibbons boys, who

were far behind. They were made to drive up, and said that Strawberry Nook was in quite a different

The lady from Philadelphia thought they might stop anywhere, such a pleasant day, but Mr. Peterkin said

they were started for Strawberry Nook, and had better keep on, So they kept on. It proved to be an excellent

place, where they could tie the horses to a fence. Mrs. Peterkin did not like their all heading different ways; it

seemed as if any of them might come at her, and tear up the fence, especially as the little boys had their kites

flapping round. The Tremletts insisted upon the whole party going up the hill; it was too damp below. So the

Gibbons boys, and the little boys and Agamemnon, and Solomon John, and all the party had to carry

It had been difficult to lift it into the wagon, and it was harder to take it out. But with the help of the driver,

And at last all was arranged. Mr. Peterkin was seated in his chair. The other was offered to the lady from

Philadelphia, but she preferred the carriage cushions; so did old Mr. Bromwick. And the tablecloth was

spreadfor they did bring a tableclothand the baskets were opened, and the picnic really began.

The pickles had tumbled into the butter, and the spoons had been forgotten, and the Tremletts' basket had

been left on their front doorstep. But nobody seemed to mind. Everybody was hungry, and everything they

ate seemed of the best. The little boys were perfectly happy, and ate of all the kinds of cake. Two of the

Tremletts would stand while they were eating, because they were afraid of the ants and the spiders that

seemed to be crawling round. And Elizabeth Eliza had to keep poking with a fern leaf to drive the insects out

of the plates. The lady from Philadelphia was made comfortable with the cushions and shawls, leaning

John Osborne said it was time for conundrums, and asked: "Why is a pastoral musical play better than the

music we have here? Because one is a grasshopper, and the other is a grassopera!"

Elizabeth Eliza said she knew a conundrum, a very funny one, one of her friends in Boston had told her. It

no, "Why are they different?" It was something about an old woman, or else it was something about a

young one. It was very funny, if she could only think what it was about, or whether it was alike or different.

The lady from Philadelphia was proposing they should guess Elizabeth Eliza's conundrum, first the question,

and then the answer, when one of the Tremletts came running down the hill, and declared she had just

discovered a very threatening cloud, and she was sure it was going to rain down directly.

There was a great looking for umbrellas and waterproofs. Then it appeared that Elizabeth Eliza had left

Mr. Peterkin knew he had not forgotten his umbrella, because he had put the whole umbrellastand into the

wagon, and it had been brought up the hill, but it proved to hold only the family canes!

Mrs. Peterkin explained how for days the family had been putting into it what might be needed, as soon as

anything was thought of. Everybody stopped to see its contents. It was carefully covered with newspapers.

First came out a backgammonboard. "That would be useful," said Ann Maria, "if we have to spend the

afternoon in anybody's barn." Next, a pair of andirons. "What were they for?" "In case of needing a fire in the

woods," explained Solomon John. Then came a volume of the Encyclopaedia. But it was the first volume,

Agamemnon now regretted, and contained only A and a part of B, and nothing about rain or showers. Next, a

bag of peanuts, put in by the little boys, and Elizabeth Eliza's book of poetry, and a change of boots for Mr.

Peterkin; a small footrug in case the ground should be damp; some paintboxes of the little boys'; a box of

fishhooks for Solomon John; an inkbottle, carefully done up in a great deal of newspaper, which was

fortunate, as the ink was oozing out; some old magazines, and a blackingbottle; and at the bottom, a

sundial. It was all very entertaining, and there seemed to be something for every occasion but the present.

Old Mr. Bromwick did not wonder the basket was so heavy. It was all so interesting that nobody but the

The sun was shining brighter than ever, and Ann Maria insisted on setting up the sundial. Certainly there

was no danger of a shower, and they might as well go on with the picnic. But when Solomon John and Ann

Maria had arranged the sundial, they asked everybody to look at their watches, so that they might see if it

was right. And then came a great exclamation at the hour: "It was time they were all going home!"

The lady from Philadelphia had been wrapping her shawl about her, as she felt the sun was low. But nobody

had any idea it was so late! Well, they had left late, and went back a great many times, had stopped

sometimes to consult, and had been long on the road, and it had taken a long time to fetch up the things, so it

was no wonder it was time to go away. But it had been a delightful picnic, after all.

EVER since the picnic the Peterkins had been wanting to have "something" at their house in the way of

entertainment. The little boys wanted to get up a "great Exposition," to show to the people of the place. But

Mr. Peterkin thought it too great an effort to send to foreign countries for "exhibits," and it was given up.

There was, however, a new watertrough needed on the town common, and the ladies of the place thought it

ought to be something handsomesomething more than a common troughand they ought to work for it.

Elizabeth Eliza had heard at Philadelphia how much women had done, and she felt they ought to contribute to

such a cause. She had an idea, but she would not speak of it at first, not until after she had written to the lady

from Philadelphia. She had often thought, in many cases, if they had asked her advice first, they might have

It was very easy to ask advice, but you must first know what to ask about. And again: Elizabeth Eliza felt you

might have ideas, but you could not always put them together. There was this idea of the watertrough, and

then this idea of getting some money for it. So she began with writing to the lady from Philadelphia. The little

But it did come out at last that the Peterkins were to have some charades at their own house for the benefit of

the needed watertroughtickets sold only to especial friends. Ann Maria Bromwick was to help act,

because she could bring some old bonnets and gowns that had been worn by an aged aunt years ago, and

which they had always kept. Elizabeth Eliza said that Solomon John would have to be a Turk, and they must

borrow all the red things and cashmere scarfs in the place. She knew people would be willing to lend things.

Agamemnon thought you ought to get in something about the Hindoos, they were such an odd people.

Elizabeth Eliza said you must not have it too odd, or people would not understand it, and she did not want

She had one word suggested by the lady from Philadelphia in her lettersthe one that had "Turk" in itbut

they ought to have two words "Oh, yes," Ann Maria said, "you must have two words; if the people paid for

Solomon John thought you might have "Hindoos"; the little boys could color their faces brown, to look like

Hindoos. You could have the first scene an Irishman catching a hen, and then paying the watertaxes for

A great many other words were talked of, but nothing seemed to suit. There was a curtain, too, to be thought

of, because the foldingdoors stuck when you tried to open and shut them. Agamemnon said that the

PanElocutionists had a curtain they would probably lend John Osborne, and so it was decided to ask John

If they had a curtain they ought to have a stage. Solomon John said he was sure he had boards and nails

enough, and it would be easy to make a stage if John Osborne would help put it up.

All this talk was the day before the charades. In the midst of it Ann Maria went over for her old bonnets and

dresses and umbrellas, and they spent the evening in trying on the various thingssuch odd caps and

remarkable bonnets ! Solomon John said they ought to have plenty of bandboxes; if you only had bandboxes

Peterkin said there were plenty in their attic, and the little boys brought down piles of them, and the back

Ann Maria said she could bring over more things if she only knew what they were going to act. Elizabeth

The morning came, and the boards were collected for the stage. Agamemnon and Solomon John gave

themselves to the work, and John Osborne helped zealously. He said the PanElocutionists would lend a

scene also. There was a great clatter of bandboxes, and piles of shawls in corners, and such a piece of work in

getting up the curtain! In the midst of it came in the little boys, shouting, "All the tickets are sold, at ten cents

But everybody's attention had to be given to the scene that was going up in the background, borrowed from

"Where are we going to put seventy people?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, venturing, dismayed, into the heaps of

The little boys exclaimed that a large part of the audience consisted of boys, who would not take up much

room. But how much clearing and sweeping and moving of chairs was necessary before all could be made

ready! It was late, and some of the people had already come to secure good seats, even before the actors had

"I have been so torn with one thing and another," said Elizabeth Eliza, "I haven't had time to think!"

"Haven't you the word yet?" asked John Osborne, for the audience was flocking in, and the seats were filling

"I have got one word in my pocket," said Elizabeth Eliza, "in the letter from the lady from Philadelphia. She

sent me the parts of the word. Solomon John is to be a Turk, but I don't yet understand the whole of the

"You don't know the word, and the people are all here!" said John Osborne, impatiently.

"Elizabeth Eliza !" exclaimed Ann Maria, "Solomon John says I'm to be a Turkish slave, and I'll have to wear

a veil. Do you know where the veils are? You know I brought them over last night."

"Elizabeth Eliza! Solomon John wants you to send him the large cashmere scarf !"

"Elizabeth Eliza! you must tell us what kind of faces to make up!" cried another of the boys.

And the audience were heard meanwhile taking the seats on the other side of the thin curtain.

"You sit in front, Mrs. Bromwick; you are a little hard of hearing; sit where you can hear."

"And we have not any words for them to hear or see!" exclaimed John Osborne, behind the curtain.

"They are all here; we must give them something!" said John Osborne, heroically.

"And Solomon John is almost dressed," reported Ann Maria, winding a veil around her head.

"Why don't we take Solomon John's word 'Hindoos' for the first?" said Agamemnon.

John Osborne agreed to go in the first, hunting the "hin," or anything, and one of the little boys took the part

It was a great success. John Osborne's Irish was perfect. Nobody guessed the word, for the hen crowed by

Mr. Peterkin came on in the second scene to receive the waterrates, and made a long speech on taxation. He

was interrupted by Ann Maria as an old woman in a huge bonnet. She persisted in turning her back to the

audience, speaking so low nobody heard her; and Elizabeth Eliza, who appeared in a more remarkable

bonnet, was so alarmed she went directly back, saying she had forgotten something But this was supposed to

Then came a long delay, for the little boys brought out a number of their friends to be browned for Hindoos.

Ann Maria played on the piano till the scene was ready. The curtain rose upon five brown boys done up in

"I am thankful that is over," said Elizabeth Eliza, "for now we can act my word.

"Never mind, let us act it," said John Osborne, "and the audience can guess the whole."

"The first syllable must be the letter P," said Elizabeth Eliza, "and we must have a school."

Agamemnon was master, and the little boys and their friends went on as scholars.

All the boys talked and shouted at once, acting their idea of a school by flinging peanuts about, and scoffing

"They'll guess that to be 'row,'" said John Osborne in despair; "they'll never guess 'P'!"

The next scene was gorgeous. Solomon John, as a Turk, reclined on John Osborne's armyblanket. He had on

a turban, and a long beard, and all the family shawls. Ann Maria and Elizabeth Eliza were brought in to him,

This was considered the great scene of the evening, though Elizabeth Eliza was sure she did not know what to

dowhether to kneel or sit down; she did not know whether Turkish women did sit down, and she could not

help laughing whenever she looked at Solomon John. He, however, kept his solemnity. "I suppose I need not

say much," he had said, "for I shall be the 'Turk who was dreaming of the hour.'" But he did order the little

boys to bring sherbet, and when they brought it without ice insisted they must have their heads cut off, and

"We must have an 'inn' scene," said Elizabeth Eliza, consulting her letter; "two inns, if we can."

"Now is the time for the bandboxes," said Solomon John, who, since his Turk scene was over, could give his

Elizabeth Eliza and Ann Maria went on as rival hostesses, trying to draw Solomon John, Agamemnon, and

John Osborne into their several inns. The little boys carried valises, handbags, umbrellas, and bandboxes.

Bandbox after bandbox appeared, and when Agamemnon sat down upon his the applause was immense. At

"Now for the whole," said John Osborne, as he made his way off the stage over a heap of umbrellas.

"I can't think why the lady from Philadelphia did not send me the whole," said Elizabeth Eliza, musing over

"Listen, they are guessing," said John Osborne. "'Dicebox.' I don't wonder they get it wrong."

"But we know it can't be that!" exclaimed Elizabeth Eliza, in agony. "How can we act the whole if we don't

"Oh, I see it!" said Ann Maria, clapping her hands. "Get your whole family in for the last scene."

Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin were summoned to the stage, and formed the background, standing on stools; in front

were Agamemnon and Solomon John, leaving room for Elizabeth Eliza between; a little in advance, and in

"What a tableau!" exclaimed Mr. Bromwick; "the Peterkin family guessing their own charade."

AGAMEMNON had long felt it an impropriety to live in a house that was called a "semidetached" house,

when there was no other "semi" to it. It had always remained wholly detached, as the owner had never built

Peterkin felt this was not a sufficient reason for undertaking the terrible process of a move to another house,

But a more powerful reason forced them to go. The track of a new railroad had to be carried directly through

Mrs. Peterkin so much dreaded moving that she questioned whether they could not continue to live in the

upper part of the house and give up the lower part to the station. They could then dine at the restaurant, and it

would be very convenient about travelling, as there would be no danger of missing the train, if one were sure

But when the track was actually laid by the side of the house, and the steamengine of the construction train

puffed and screamed under the diningroom windows, and the engineer calmly looked in to see what the

But where should they go? It was difficult to find a house that satisfied the whole family. One was too far off,

and looked into a tanpit; another was too much in the middle of the town, next door to a machineshop.

Elizabeth Eliza wanted a porch covered with vines, that should face the sunset; while Mr.

Peterkin thought it would not be convenient to sit there looking towards the west in the late afternoon (which

was his only leisure time), for the sun would shine in his face. The little boys wanted a house with a great

many doors, so that they could go in and out often. But Mr. Peterkin did not like so much slamming, and felt

Agamemnon wanted an observatory, and Solomon John a shed for a workshop. If he could have carpenters'

But it was necessary to decide upon something, for they must leave their house directly. So they were obliged

to take Mr. Finch's, at the Corners. It satisfied none of the family. The porch was a piazza, and was opposite a

barn. There were three other doorstoo many to please Mr. Peterkin, and not enough for the little boys.

There was no observatory, and nothing to observe if there were one, as the house was too low and some high

trees shut out any view. Elizabeth Eliza had hoped for a view; but Mr. Peterkin con soled her by deciding it

was more healthy to have to walk for a view, and Mrs. Peterkin agreed that they might get tired of the same

And everybody was glad a selection was made, and the little boys carried their indiarubber boots the very

Elizabeth Eliza wanted to have some system in the moving, and spent the evening in drawing up a plan. It

would be easy to arrange everything beforehand, so that there should not be the confusion that her mother

dreaded, and the discomfort they had in their last move. Mrs. Peterkin shook her head; she did not think it

possible to move with any comfort. Agamemnon said a great deal could be done with a list and a programme.

Elizabeth Eliza declared if all were well arranged a programme would make it perfectly easy. They were to

have new parlor carpets, which could be put down in the new house the first thing. Then the parlor furniture

could be moved in, and there would be two comfortable rooms, in which Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin could sit

while the rest of the move went on. Then the old parlor carpets could be taken up for the new diningroom

and the downstairs bedroom, and the family could meanwhile dine at the old house. Mr. Peterkin did not

object to this, though the distance was considerable, as he felt exercise would be good for them all.

Elizabeth Eliza's programme then arranged that the diningroom furniture should be moved the third day, by

which time one of the old parlor carpets would be down in the new diningroom, and they could still sleep in

the old house. Thus there would always be a quiet, comfortable place in one house or the other. Each night,

when Mr. Peterkin came home, he would find some place for quiet thought and rest, and each day there

should be moved only the furniture needed for a certain room. Great confusion would be avoided and nothing

misplaced. Elizabeth Eliza wrote these last words at the head of her programme" Misplace nothing."

THE PETERKINS ARE MOVED.Page 126. The first thing to be done was to buy the parlor carpets.

Elizabeth Eliza had already looked at some in Boston, and the next morning she went, by an early train, with

They got home about eleven o'clock, and when they reached the house were dismayed to find two furniture

wagons in front of the gate, already partly filled ! Mrs. Peterkin was walking in and out of the open door, a

large book in one hand, and a duster in the other, and she came to meet them in an agony of anxiety. What

should they do? The furniture carts had appeared soon after the rest had left for Boston, and the men had

insisted upon beginning to move the things. In vain had she shown Elizabeth Eliza's programme; in vain had

she insisted they must take only the parlor furniture. They had declared they must put the heavy pieces in the

bottom of the cart, and the lighter furniture on top. So she had seen them go into every room in the house, and

select one piece of furniture after another, without even looking at Elizabeth Eliza's programme; she doubted

Mr. Peterkin had ordered the carters to come; but he had no idea they would come so early, and supposed it

But they had taken the diningroom sideboard firsta heavy piece of furnitureand all its contents were

now on the diningroom tables. Then, indeed, they selected the parlor bookcase, but had set every book on

the floor The men had told Mrs. Peterkin they would put the books in the bottom of the cart, very much in the

order they were taken from the shelves. But by this time Mrs. Peterkin was considering the carters as natural

enemies, and dared not trust them; besides, the books ought all to be dusted. So she was now holding one of

the volumes of Agamemnon's Encyclopaedia, with difficulty, in one hand, while she was dusting it with the

other. Elizabeth Eliza was in dismay. At this moment four men were bringing down a large chest of drawers

from her father's room, and they called to her to stand out of the way. The parlors were a scene of confusion.

In dusting the books Mrs. Peterkin neglected to restore them to the careful rows in which they were left by

the men, and they lay in hopeless masses in different parts of the room. Elizabeth Eliza sunk in despair upon

"Is not the carpet bought?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin. And then they were obliged to confess they had been

Elizabeth Eliza rose from the sofa and went to the door, saying, "I shall be back in a moment."

Agamemnon slowly passed round the room, collecting the scattered volumes of his Encyclopaedia. Mr.

Elizabeth Eliza soon returned. "I did not like to go and ask her. But I felt that I must in such an emergency. I

explained to her the whole matter, and she thinks we should take the carpet at Makillan's."

"Makillan's" was a store in the village, and the carpet was the only one all the family had liked without any

The moment was a critical one. Solomon John was sent directly to Makillan's to order the carpet to be put

down that very day. But where should they dine? where should they have their supper? and where was Mr.

Elizabeth Eliza was frantic; the diningroom floor and table were covered with things.

It was decided that Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin should dine at the Bromwicks, who had been most neighborly in

Agamemnon and Elizabeth Eliza hastened away to be ready to receive the carts at the other house, and direct

the furniture as they could. After all there was something exhilarating in this opening of the new house, and

in deciding where things should go. Gayly Elizabeth Eliza stepped down the front garden of the new home,

No, he had not seen them since the morningwhenah!yes, the little boys were allowed to go to the

house for their indiarubber boots, as there was a threatening of rain. Perhaps they had left some door

unfastenedperhaps they had put the keys under the doormat. No, each door, each window, was solidly

"I shall have to go to the school to see if they took the keys with them," said Agamemnon; "or else go home

to see if they left them there." The school was in a different direction from the house, and far at the other end

of the town; for Mr. Peterkin had not yet changed the boys' school, as he proposed to do after their move.

"That will be the only way," said Elizabeth Eliza; for it had been arranged that the little boys should take their

She sat down on the steps to wait, but only for a moment, for the carts soon appeared, turning the corner.

What should be done with the furniture? Of course the carters must wait for the keys, as she should need

them to set the furniture up in the right places. But they could not stop for this. They put it down upon the

piazza, on the steps, in the garden, and Elizabeth Eliza saw how incongruous it was! There was something

from every room in the house! Even the large family chest, which had proved too heavy for them to travel

And Solomon John appeared with the carpet woman, and a boy with a wheelbarrow, bringing the new carpet.

And all stood and waited. Some opposite neighbors appeared to offer advice and look on, and Elizabeth Eliza

groaned inwardly that only the shabbiest of their furniture appeared to be standing full in view.

It seemed ages before Agamemnon returned, and no wonder; for he had been to the house, then to the school,

then back to the house, for one of the little boys had left the keys at home, in the pocket of his clothes.

Meanwhile the carpetwoman had waited, and the boy with the wheelbarrow had waited, and when they got

in they found the parlor must be swept and cleaned. So the carpetwoman went off in dudgeon, for she was

And one of the carts came again, and in their hurry the men set the furniture down anywhere. Elizabeth Eliza

was hoping to make a little place in the diningroom, where they might have their supper, and go home to

sleep. But she looked out, and there were the carters bringing the bedsteads, and proceeding to carry them

In despair Elizabeth Eliza went back to the old house. If she had been there she might have prevented this.

She found Mrs. Peterkin in an agony about the entry oilcloth. It had been made in the house, and how could

it be taken out of the house? Agamemnon made measurements; it certainly could not go out of the front door!

He suggested it might be left till the house was pulled down, when it could easily be moved out of one side.

But Elizabeth Eliza reminded him that the whole house was to be moved without being taken apart. Perhaps

it could be cut in strips narrow enough to go out. One of the men loading the remaining cart disposed of the

question by coming in and rolling up the oilcloth and carrying it on on top of his wagon.

Elizabeth Eliza felt she must hurry back to the new house. But what should they do?no beds here, no

carpets there! The diningroom table and sideboard were at the other house, the plates, and forks, and spoons

here. In vain she looked at her programme. It was all reversed; everything was misplaced. Mr. Peterkin would

suppose they were to eat here and sleep here, and what had become of the little boys?

Meanwhile the man with the first cart had returned. They fell to packing the diningroom china.

They were up in the attic, they were down in the cellar. Even one suggested to take the tacks out of the parlor

Solomon John urged his mother to go to the new house, for Mr. Peterkin would be there for his "quiet hour."

And when the carters at last appeared, carrying the parlor carpets on their shoulders, she sighed and said,

They reached the new house to find Mr. Peterkin sitting calmly in a rockingchair on the piazza, watching

the oxen coming into the opposite barn. He was waiting for the keys, which Solomon John had taken back

with him. The little boys were in a horsechestnut tree, at the side of the house.

Agamemnon opened the door. The passages were crowded with furniture, the floors were strewn with books;

the bureau was upstairs that was to stand in a lower bedroom; there was not a place to lay a tablethere was

nothing to lay upon it; for the knives and plates and spoons had not come, and although the tables were there

At this moment came a covered basket from the lady from Philadelphia. It contained a choice supper, and

forks and spoons, and at the same moment appeared a pot of hot tea from an opposite neighbor. They placed

all this on the back of a bookcase lying upset, and sat around it. Solomon John came rushing in from the gate.

"The last load is coming! We are all moved!" he exclaimed; and the little boys joined in a chorus, "We are

Mrs. Peterkin looked sadly round; the kitchen utensils were lying on the parlor lounge, and an old family gun

on Elizabeth Eliza's hatbox. The parlor clock stood on a barrel; some coalscuttles had been placed on the

parlor table, a bust of Washington stood in the doorway, and the lookingglasses leaned against the pillars

of the piazza. But they were moved! Mrs. Peterkin felt, indeed, that they were very much moved.

CERTAINLY now was the time to study the languages. The Peterkins had moved into a new house, far more

convenient than their old one, where they would have a place for everything and everything in its place. Of

Elizabeth Eliza recalled the troubles of the old house, how for a long time she was obliged to sit outside of

Mrs. Peterkin reminded them of the difficulty about the tablecloths. The upper tablecloth was kept in a

trunk that had to stand in front of the door to the closet under the stairs. But the under tablecloth was kept in

a drawer in the closet. So, whenever the cloths were changed, the trunk had to be pushed away under some

projecting shelves to make room for opening the closetdoor (as the under tablecloth must be taken out

first), then the trunk was pushed back to make room for it to be opened for the upper tablecloth, and, after

all, it was necessary to push the trunk away again to open the closetdoor for the knifetray. This always

Agamemnon especially enjoyed the new library. In the old house there was no separate room for books. The

dictionaries were kept upstairs, which was very inconvenient, and the volumes of the Encyclopaedia could

not be together. There was not room for all in one place. So from A to P were to be found downstairs, and

from Q to Z were scattered in different rooms upstairs. And the worst of it was, you could never remember

whether from A to P included P. "I always went upstairs after P," said Agamemnon, "and then always found

Of course now there were more conveniences for study. With the books all in one room, there would be no

Mr. Peterkin suggested they should each take a separate language. If they went abroad, this would prove a

great convenience. Elizabeth Eliza could talk French with the Parisians; Agamemnon, German with the

Germans; Solomon John, Italian with the Italians; Mrs. Peterkin, Spanish in Spain; and perhaps he could

Mrs. Peterkin was uncertain about undertaking the Spanish, but all the family felt very sure they should not

go to Spain (as Elizabeth Eliza dreaded the Inquisition), and Mrs. Peterkin felt more willing.

Still she had quite an objection to going abroad. She had always said she would not go till a bridge was made

Agamemnon said there was no knowing. There was something new every day, and a bridge was surely not

harder to invent than a telephone, for they had bridges in the very earliest days.

Then came up the question of the teachers. Probably these could be found in Boston. If they could all come

the same day, three could be brought out in the carryall. Agamemnon could go in for them, and could learn a

Mr. Peterkin made some inquiries about the Oriental languages. He was told that Sanscrit was at the root of

all. So he proposed they should all begin with Sanscrit. They would thus require but one teacher, and could

But the family preferred learning the separate languages. Elizabeth Eliza already knew something of the

French. She had tried to talk it, without much success, at the Centennial Exhibition, at one of the sidestands.

But she found she had been talking with a Moorish gentleman who did not understand French. Mr.

Peterkin feared they might need more libraries, if all the teachers came at the same hour; but Agamemnon

reminded him that they would be using different dictionaries. And Mr. Peterkin thought something might be

learned by having them all at once. Each one might pick up something beside the language he was studying,

and it was a great thing to learn to talk a foreign language while others were talking about you. Mrs. Peterkin

Agamemnon brought forward another difficulty. Of course they ought to have foreign teachers, who spoke

only their native languages. But, in this case, how could they engage them to come, or explain to them about

the carryall, or arrange the proposed hours? He did not understand how anybody ever began with a foreigner,

Solomon John and the little boys began to show how it might be done. Elizabeth Eliza explained how

"langues " meant both "languages" and "tongues," and they could point to their tongues. For practice, the

little boys represented the foreign teachers talking in their different languages, and Agamemnon and Solomon

John went to invite them to come out, and teach the family by a series of signs.

Mr. Peterkin thought their success was admirable, and that they might almost go abroad without any study of

the languages, and trust to explaining themselves by signs. Still, as the bridge was not yet made, it might be

Mrs. Peterkin was afraid the foreign teachers might imagine they were invited out to lunch. Solomon John

had constantly pointed to his mouth as he opened it and shut it, putting out his tongue; and it looked a great

deal more as if he were inviting them to eat, than asking them to teach. Agamemnon suggested that they

might carry the separate dictionaries when they went to see the teachers, and that would show that they meant

Mrs. Peterkin was not sure but she ought to prepare a lunch for them, if they had come all that way; but she

Mr. Peterkin thought this would be a good thing to learn of the foreigners. It would be a good preparation for

going abroad, and they might get used to the dishes before starting. The little boys were delighted at the idea

of having new things cooked. Agamemnon had heard that beersoup was a favorite dish with the Germans,

and he would inquire how it was made in the first lesson. Solomon John had heard they were all very fond of

garlic, and thought it would be a pretty attention to have some in the house the first day, that they might be

Elizabeth Eliza wanted to surprise the lady from Philadelphia by her knowledge of French, and hoped to

begin on her lessons before the Philadelphia family arrived for their annual visit.

There were still some delays. Mr. Peterkin was very anxious to obtain teachers who had been but a short time

in this country. He did not want to be tempted to talk any English with them. He wanted the latest and

freshest languages, and at last came home one day with a list of "brandnew foreigners."

They decided to borrow the Bromwicks' carryall to use, beside their own, for the first day, and Mr. Peterkin

and Agamemnon drove into town to bring all the teachers out. One was a Russian gentleman, travelling, who

came with no idea of giving lessons, but perhaps he would consent to do so. He could not yet speak English.

Mr. Peterkin had his cardcase, and the cards of the several gentlemen who had recommended the different

teachers, and he went with Agamemnon from hotel to hotel collecting them. He found them all very polite,

and ready to come, after the explanation by signs agreed upon. The dictionaries had been forgotten, but

Agamemnon had a directory, which looked the same, and seemed to satisfy the foreigners.

Mr. Peterkin was obliged to content himself with the Russian instead of one who could teach Sanscrit, as

But there was an unexpected difficulty in getting the Russian gentleman into the same carriage with the

teacher of Arabic, for he was a Turk, sitting with a fez on his head, on the back seat! They glared at each

other, and began to assail each other in every language they knew, none of which Mr. Peterkin could

understand. It might be Russian, it might be Arabic. It was easy to understand that they would never consent

to sit in the same carriage. Mr. Peterkin was in despair; he had forgotten about the Russian war! What a

Quite a crowd collected on the sidewalk in front of the hotel. But the French gentleman politely, but stiffly,

invited the Russian to go with him in the first carryall. Here was another difficulty. For the German professor

was quietly ensconced on the back seat! As soon as the French gentleman put his foot on the step and saw

him, he addressed him in such forcible language that the German professor got out of the door the other side,

and came round on the sidewalk, and took him by the collar. Certainly the German and French gentlemen

Agamemnon, however, had happily studied up the German word "Herr," and he applied it to the German,

inviting him by signs to take a seat in the other carryall. The German consented to sit by the Turk, as they

neither of them could understand the other; and at last they started, Mr. Peterkin with the Italian by his side,

and the French and Russian teachers behind, vociferating to each other in languages unknown to Mr.

Peterkin, while he feared they were not perfectly in harmony, so he drove home as fast as possible.

Agamemnon had a silent party. The Spaniard by his side was a little moody, while the Turk and the German

At last they reached the house, and were greeted by Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza, Mrs. Peterkin with her

llama lace shawl over her shoulders, as a tribute to the Spanish teacher. Mr. Peterkin was careful to take his

party in first, and deposit them in a distant part of the library, far from the Turk or the German, even putting

Solomon John found the Italian dictionary, and seated himself by his Italian; Agamemnon, with the German

dictionary, by the German. The little boys took their copy of the "Arabian Nights" to the Turk. Mr. Peterkin

attempted to explain to the Russian that he had no Russian dictionary, as he had hoped to learn Sanscrit of

him, while Mrs. Peterkin was trying to inform her teacher that she had no books in Spanish. She got over all

fears of the Inquisition, he looked so sad, and she tried to talk a little, using English words, but very slowly,

and altering the accent as far as she knew how. The Spaniard bowed, looked gravely interested, and was very

She found it easier to talk French than to understand him. But he understood perfectly her sentences. She

repeated one of her vocabularies, and went on with"J'ai le livre." "Astu le pain? " "L'enfant a une poire."

He listened with great attention, and replied slowly. Suddenly she started after making out one of his

sentences, and went to her mother to whisper, "They have made the mistake you feared. They think they are

invited to lunch! He has just been thanking me for our politeness in inviting them to d je nerthat means

"They have not had their breakfast!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, looking at her Spaniard; "he does look hungry!

Elizabeth Eliza was consulting her father. What should they do? How should they make them understand that

they invited them to teach, not lunch. Elizabeth Eliza begged Agamemnon to look out "apprendre " in the

dictionary. It must mean to teach. Alas, they found it means both to teach and to learn! What should they do?

The foreigners were now sitting silent in their different corners. The Spaniard grew more and more sallow.

What if he should faint? The Frenchman was rolling up each of his mustaches to a point as he gazed at the

German. What if the Russian should fight the Turk? What if the German should be exasperated by the airs of

"We must give them something to eat," said Mr. Peterkin, in a low tone. "It would calm them."

Solomon John suggested that none of them knew what the others were used to eating, and they might bring in

Mrs. Peterkin hastened out with hospitable intents. Amanda could make good coffee. Mr. Peterkin had

It was not long before the coffee came in, and a dish of baked beans. Next, some olives and a loaf of bread,

and some boiled eggs, and some bottles of beer. The effect was astonishing. Every man spoke his own

Peterkin poured out coffee for the Spaniard, while he bowed to her. They all liked beer, they all liked olives.

The Frenchman was fluent about "les moeurs Am ricaines." Elizabeth Eliza supposed he alluded to their not

having set any table. The Turk smiled, the Russian was voluble. In the midst of the clang of the different

languages, just as Mr. Peterkin was again repeating, under cover of the noise of many tongues, "How shall we

make them understand that we want them to teach?"at this very moment the door was flung open, and

there came in the lady from Philadelphia, that day arrived, her first call of the season!

She started back in terror at the tumult of so many different languages! The family, with joy, rushed to meet

her. All together they called upon her to explain for them. Could she help them? Could she tell the foreigners

they wanted to take lessons? Lessons? They had no sooner uttered the word than their guests all started up

with faces beaming with joy. It was the one English word they all knew! They had come to Boston to give

lessons! The Russian traveller had hoped to learn English in this way. The thought pleased them more than

Yes, gladly would they give lessons. The Turk smiled at the idea. The first step was taken. The teachers knew

AGAMEMNON felt that it became necessary for him to choose a profession. It was important on account of

the little boys. If he should make a trial of several different professions he could find out which would be the

most likely to be successful, and it would then be easy to bring up the little boys in the right direction.

Elizabeth Eliza agreed with this. She thought the family occasionally made mistakes, and had come near

disgracing themselves. Now was their chance to avoid this in future by giving the little boys a proper

Solomon John was almost determined to become a doctor. From earliest childhood he had practiced writing

recipes on little slips of paper. Mrs. Peterkin, to be sure, was afraid of infection. She could not bear the idea

of his bringing one disease after the other into the family circle. Solomon John, too, did not like sick people.

He thought he might manage it if he should not have to see his patients while they were sick. If he could only

visit them when they were recovering, and when the danger of infection was over, he would really enjoy

He should have a comfortable doctor's chaise, and take one of the little boys to hold his horse while he went

in, and he thought he could get through the conversational part very well, and feeling the pulse, perhaps

looking at the tongue. He should take and read all the newspapers, and so be thoroughly acquainted with the

news of the day to talk of. But he should not like to be waked up at night to visit. Mr. Peterkin thought that

would not be necessary. He had seen signs on doors of "Night Doctor," and certainly it would be as

Solomon John thought he might write his advice to those of his patients who were dangerously ill, from

whom there was danger of infection. And then Elizabeth Eliza agreed that his prescriptions would probably

be so satisfactory that they would keep his patients wellnot too well to do without a doctor, but needing his

Agamemnon was delayed, however, in his choice of a profession, by a desire he had to become a famous

inventor. If he could only invent something important, and get out a patent, he would make himself known all

over the country. If he could get out a patent he would be set up for life, or at least as long as the patent

lasted, and it would be well to be sure to arrange it to last through his natural life.

Indeed, he had gone so far as to make his invention. It had been suggested by their trouble with a key, in their

late moving to their new house. He had studied the matter over a great deal. He looked it up in the

Encyclopaedia, and had spent a day or two in the Public Library, in reading about Chubb's Lock and other

He wondered it had not been thought of before; but so it was, Solomon John said, with all inventions, with

Christopher Columbus, and everybody. Nobody knew the invention till it was invented, and then it looked

very simple. With Agamemnon's plan you need have but one key, that should fit everything! It should be a

mediumsized key, not too large to carry. It ought to answer for a house door, but you might open a

portmanteau with it. How much less danger there would be of losing one's keys if there were only one to

Mrs. Peterkin thought it would be inconvenient if their father were out, and she wanted to open the

jamcloset for the little boys. But Agamemnon explained that he did not mean there should be but one key in

the family, or in a townyou might have as many as you pleased, only they should all be alike.

Elizabeth Eliza felt it would be a great conveniencethey could keep the front door always locked, yet she

could open it with the key of her upper drawer; that she was sure to have with her. And Mrs. Peterkin felt it

might be a convenience if they had one on each story, so that they need not go up and down for it.

Mr. Peterkin studied all the papers and advertisements, to decide about the lawyer whom they should consult,

Elizabeth Eliza took the occasion to make a call upon the lady from Philadelphia, but she came back

"I have had a delightful call," she said; "butperhaps I was wrongI could not help, in conversation,

speaking of Agamemnon's proposed patent. I ought not to have mentioned it, as such things are kept

profound secrets; they say women always do tell things; I suppose that is the reason."

"But where is the harm? " asked Mrs. Peterkin. " I'm sure you can trust the lady from Philadelphia."

Elizabeth Eliza then explained that the lady from Philadelphia had questioned the plan a little when it was

told her, and had suggested that " if everybody had the same key there would be no particular use in a lock."

"Did you explain to her," said Mrs. Peterkin, "that we were not all to have the same keys? "

"I couldn't quite understand her," said Elizabeth Eliza, "but she seemed to think that burglars and other people

"Agamemnon would not sell his patent to burglars!" said Mrs. Peterkin, indignantly.

"But about other people," said Elizabeth Eliza; "there is my upper drawer; the little boys might open it at

Both she and Elizabeth Eliza felt that Mr. Peterkin ought to know what the lady from Philadelphia had

suggested. Elizabeth Eliza then proposed going into town, but it would take so long she might not reach them

in time. A telegram would be better, and she ventured to suggest using the Telegraph Alarm.

For, on moving into their new house, they had discovered it was provided with all the modern improvements.

This had been a disappointment to Mrs. Peterkin, for she was afraid of them, since their experience the last

winter, when their waterpipes were frozen up. She had been originally attracted to the house by an old pump

at the side, which had led her to believe there were no modern improvements. It had pleased the little boys,

too. They liked to pump the handle up and down, and agreed to pump all the water needed, and bring it into

Mrs. Peterkin was frightened by this at first. She was afraid the little boys would be falling in every day. And

they showed great fondness for pulling the bucket up and down. It proved, however, that the well was dry.

There was no water in it; so she had some moss thrown down, and an old featherbed, for safety, and the old

everywhere. Waterpipes and gaspipes all over the house; and a hack, telegraph, and firealarm, with a

Mrs. Peterkin was very anxious. She feared the little boys would be summoning somebody all the time, and it

was decided to conceal from them the use of the knobs, and the card of directions at the side was destroyed.

Agamemnon had made one of his first inventions to help this. He had arranged a number of similar knobs to

be put in rows in different parts of the house, to appear as if they were intended for ornament, and had added

Peterkin felt more secure, and Agamemnon thought of taking out a patent for this invention.

It was, therefore, with some doubt that Elizabeth Eliza proposed sending a telegram to her father. Mrs.

Solomon John was out, and the little boys were at school, and she herself would touch the knob, while

"I think it is the fourth knob from the beginning," she said, looking at one of the rows of knobs.

Elizabeth Eliza was sure of this. Agamemnon, she believed, had put three extra knobs at each end.

Still she bravely selected a knob, and Elizabeth Eliza hastened with her to look out for the messenger. How

They seemed to have scarcely reached the window, when a terrible noise was heard, and down the shady

Both rushed to open the front door in agony. By this time the fireengines were approaching.

"Do not be alarmed," said the chief engineer; "the furniture shall be carefully covered, and we will move all

Elizabeth Eliza strove to explain that she was only sending a telegram to her father, who was in Boston.

"It is not important," said the head engineer; "the fire will all be out before it could reach him."

Mrs. Peterkin rushed to the knobs again hurriedly; there was more necessity for summoning Mr. Peterkin

"Write a telegram to your father," she said to Elizabeth Eliza, "to 'come home directly.'"

"That will take but three words," said Elizabeth Eliza, with presence of mind, "and we need ten. I was just

"What has come now?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, and they hurried again to the window, to see a row of

"I must have touched the carriageknob," cried Mrs. Peterkin, "and I pushed it halfadozen times I felt so

Six hacks stood before the door. All the village boys were assembling. Even their own little boys had

Again Mrs. Peterkin rushed to the knobs, and a fearful sound arose. She had touched the burglaralarm !

The former owner of the house, who had a great fear of burglars, had invented a machine of his own, which

he had connected with a knob. A wire attached to the knob moved a spring that could put in motion a number

All these were now set agoing, and their terrible din roused those of the neighborhood who had not before

assembled around the house. At this moment Elizabeth Eliza met the chief engineer.

"You need not send for more help," he said; "we have all the engines in town here, and have stirred up all the

towns in the neighborhood; there's no use in springing any more alarms. I can't find the fire yet, but we have

"We are only trying to send a telegram to my father and brother, who are in town," she endeavored to explain.

"If it is necessary," said the chief engineer, "you might send it down in one of the hackney carriages. I see a

number standing before the door. We'd better begin to move the heavier furniture, and some of you women

Mrs. Peterkin was ready to fall into hysterics. She controlled herself with a supreme power, and hastened to

Elizabeth Eliza corrected her telegram, and decided to take the advice of the chief engineer and went to the

door to give her message to one of the hackmen, when she saw a telegraph boy appear. Her mother had

touched the right knob. It was the fourth from the beginning; but the beginning was at the other end!

She went out to meet the boy, when, to her joy, she saw behind him her father and Agamemnon. She clutched

Mr. Peterkin was bewildered. Was the house on fire? If so, where were the flames?

"It is a mistake," cried Elizabeth Eliza, wringing her hands. "We touched the wrong knob; we wanted the

The chief engineer turned directly to give counterdirections, with a few exclamations of disgust, as the bells

Solomon John appeared at this moment, and proposed taking one of the carriages, and going for a doctor for

his mother, for she was now nearly ready to fall into hysterics, and Agamemnon thought to send a telegram

down by the boy, for the evening papers, to announce that the Peterkins' house had not been on fire.

The crisis of the commotion had reached its height. The beds of flowers, bordered with darkcolored leaves,

The chief engineer grew more and more indignant, as he sent his men to order back the fireengines from the

neighboring towns. The collection of boys followed the procession as it went away. The firebrigade hastily

removed covers from some of the furniture, restored the rest to their places, and took away their ladders.

Many neighbors remained, but Mr. Peterkin hastened into the house to attend to Mrs. Peterkin.

Elizabeth Eliza took an opportunity to question her father, before he went in, as to the success of their visit to

"We saw all the patentagents," answered Mr. Peterkin, in a hollow whisper. "Not one of them will touch the

Elizabeth Eliza looked at Agamemnon, as he walked silently into the house. She would not now speak to him

of the patent; but she recalled some words of Solomon John. When they were discussing the patent he had

said that many an inventor had grown gray before his discovery was acknowledged by the public. Others

might reap the harvest, but it came, perhaps, only when he was going to his grave.

Elizabeth Eliza looked at Agamemnon reverently, and followed him silently into the house.

THERE had apparently been some mistake in Agamemnon's education. He had been to a number of colleges,

He had continually fallen into some difficulty with the authorities. It was singular, for he was of an inquiring

mind, and had always tried to find out what would be expected of him, but had never hit upon the right thing.

Solomon John thought the trouble might be in what they called the elective system, where you were to

choose what study you might take. This had always bewildered Agamemnon a good deal.

"And how was a feller to tell," Solomon John had asked, "whether he wanted to study a thing before he tried

Agamemnon had always been fond of reading, from his childhood up. He was at his book all day long. Mrs

Peterkin had imagined he would come out a great scholar, because she could never get him away from his

And so it was in his colleges; he was always to be found in the library, reading and reading. But they were

This turned Agamemnon's attention to the Fenians, and to study the subject he read up on "Charles

O'Malley," and "Harry Lorrequer," and some later novels of that sort, which did not help him on the subject

required, yet took up all his time, so that he found himself unfitted for anything else when the examinations

Agamemnon always missed in his recitations, for the same reason that Elizabeth Eliza did not get on in

school, because he was always asked the questions he did not know. It seemed provoking; if the professors

Mrs. Peterkin felt this was encouraging, for Agamemnon knew the things they did not know in colleges. In

colleges they were willing to take for students only those who already knew certain things. She thought

Agamemnon might be a professor in a college for those students who didn't know those things.

"I suppose these professors could not have known a great deal," she added, "or they would not have asked

Agamemnon had left another college on account of a mistake he had made with some of his classmates. They

had taken a great deal of trouble to bring some wood from a distant woodpile to make a bonfire with, under

one of the professors' windows. Agamemnon had felt it would be a compliment to the professor.

It was with bonfires that heroes had been greeted on their return from successful wars. In this way

beaconlights had been kindled upon lofty heights, that had inspired mariners seeking their homes after

distant adventures. As he plodded back and forward he imagined himself some hero of antiquity. He was

reading "Plutarch's Lives" with deep interest. This had been recommended at a former college, and he was

He fancied, even, that some future Plutarch was growing up in Lynn, perhaps, who would write of this night

For himself he took a severe cold and suffered from chilblains, in consequence of going back and forward

But the flames of the bonfire caught the blinds of the professor's room, and set fire to the building, and came

near burning up the whole institution. Agamemnon regretted the result as much as his predecessor, who gave

him his name, must have regretted that other bonfire, on the shores of Aulis, that deprived him of a daughter.

The result for Agamemnon was that he was requested to leave, after having been in the institution but a few

He left another college in consequence of a misunderstanding about the hour for morning prayers. He went

every day regularly at ten o'clock, but found, afterward, that he should have gone at halfpast six. This hour

seemed to him and to Mrs. Peterkin unseasonable, at a time of year when the sun was not up, and he would

Agamemnon was always willing to try another college, wherever he could be admitted. He wanted to attain

knowledge, however it might be found. But, after going to five, and leaving each before the year was out, he

He determined to lay out the money that would have been expended in a collegiate education in buying an

Encyclopaedia, the most complete that he could find, and to spend his life studying it systematically. He

would not content himself with merely reading it, but he would study into each subject as it came up, and

perfect himself in that subject. By the time, then, that he had finished the Encyclopaedia he should have

The family were much interested in this plan of making practice of every subject that came up.

He did not, of course, get on very fast in this way. In the second column of the very first page he met with A

as a note in music. This led him to the study of music. He bought a flute, and took some lessons, and

attempted to accompany Elizabeth Eliza on the piano. This, of course, distracted him from his work on the

Encyclopaedia. But he did not wish to return to A until he felt perfect in music. This required a long time.

Then in this same paragraph a reference was made; in it he was requested to "see Keys." It was necessary,

then, to turn to "Keys." This was about the time the family were moving, which we have mentioned, when the

difficult subject of keys came up, that suggested to him his own simple invention, and the hope of getting a

patent for it. This led him astray, as inventions before have done with masterminds, so that he was drawn

The family, however, were perfectly satisfied with the career Agamemnon had chosen. It would help them

all, in any path of life, if he should master the Encyclopaedia in a thorough way.

Mr. Peterkin agreed it would in the end be not as expensive as a college course, even if Agamemnon should

There would be no "spreads" involved; no expense of receiving friends at entertainments in college; he could

live at home, so that it would not be necessary to fit up another room, as at college. At all the times of his

Solomon John's destiny was more uncertain. He was looking forward to being a doctor some time, but he had

not decided whether to be allopathic or homeopathic, or whether he could not better invent his own pills. And

For a few weeks he acted as clerk in a druggist's store. But he could serve only in the toothbrush and soap

department, because it was found he was not familiar enough with the Latin language to compound the drugs.

He agreed to spend his evenings in studying the Latin grammar; but his course was interrupted by his being

The little boys were going through the schools regularly. The family had been much exercised with regard to

their education. Elizabeth Eliza felt that everything should be expected from them; they ought to take

advantage from the family mistakes. Every new method that came up was tried upon the little boys.

They had been taught spelling by all the different systems, and were just able to read, when Mr. Peterkin

learned that it was now considered best that children should not be taught to read till they were ten years old.

Mrs. Peterkin was in despair. Perhaps, if their books were taken from them even then, they might forget what

they had learned. But no, the evil was done; the brain had received certain impressions that could not be

This was long ago, however. The little boys had since entered the public schools. They went also to a

gymnasium, and a whittling school, and joined a class in music, and another in dancing; they went to some

afternoon lectures for children, when there was no other school, and belonged to a walkingclub. Still Mr.

Peterkin was dissatisfied by the slowness of their progress. He visited the schools himself, and found that

they did not lead their classes. It seemed to him a great deal of time was spent in things that were not

Elizabeth Eliza proposed that they should be taken from school and taught by Agamemnon from the

Encyclopaedia. The rest of the family might help in the education at all hours of the day. Solomon John could

The little boys were enchanted with the plan, only they did not want to have the studyhours all the time.

Mr. Peterkin, however, had a magnificent idea, that they should make their life one grand Object Lesson.

They should begin at breakfast, and study everything put upon the tablethe material of which it was made,

In the study of the letter A, Agamemnon had embraced the study of music, and from one meal they might

"We shall have the assistance," said Mr. Peterkin, "of Agamemnon, with his Encyclopaedia."

Agamemnon modestly suggested that he had not yet got out of A, and in their first breakfast everything

"That would not be impossible," said Mr. Peterkin. "There is Amanda, who will wait on table, to start

"We could have 'amandeggs," suggested Solomon John Mrs. Peterkin was distressed. It was hard enough

to think of anything for breakfast, and impossible, if it all had to begin with one letter.

Elizabeth Eliza thought it would not be necessary. All they were to do was to ask questions, as in

They could still apply to the Encyclopaedia, even if it were not in Agamemnon's alphabetical course.

Mr. Peterkin suggested a great variety. One day they would study the botany of the breakfasttable, another

day, its natural history. The study of butter would include that of the cow. Even that of the butterdish would

The little boys were charmed at the idea of learning pottery from the creamjug, and they were promised a

"You see, my dear," said Mr. Peterkin to his wife, "before many weeks, we shall be drinking our milk from

"Yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "we might begin with botany. That would be near to Agamemnon alphabetically.

"If she eats clover," said Mr. Peterkin, "we shall expect the botany of clover."

The little boys insisted that they were to begin the next day; that very evening they should go out and study

Mrs. Peterkin sighed, and decided she would order a simple breakfast. The little boys took their notebooks

and pencils, and clambered upon the fence, where they seated themselves in a row.

For there were three little boys. So it was now supposed. They were always coming in or going out, and it

There they sat, however, on the fence, looking at the cow. She looked at them with large eyes.

So they turned about, and pretended to look into the street, and seated themselves that way, turning their

It was very hard, sitting with their backs to the cow, and pretending to the cow that they were looking into the

street, and yet to be looking at the cow all the time, and finding out what she was eating; and the upper rail of

the fence was narrow and a little sharp. It was very high, too, for some additional rails had been put on to

Suddenly, looking out into the hazy twilight, Elizabeth Eliza saw six legs and six indiarubber boots in the

Mrs. Peterkin rushed for the window, but fainted on the way. Solomon John and Elizabeth Eliza were

hurrying to the door, but stopped, not knowing what to do next. Mrs. Peterkin recovered herself with a

But what could they do? The fence had been made so high, to keep the cow out, that nobody could get in. The

boy that did the milking had gone off with the key of the outer gate, and perhaps with the key of the shed

door. Even if that were not locked, before Agamemnon could get round by the woodshed and cowshed, the

Elizabeth Eliza ran to the neighbors, Solomon John to the druggist's for plasters, while Agamemnon made his

way through the diningroom to the woodshed and outershed door. Mr. Peterkin mounted the outside of

Peterkin begged him not to put himself in danger. He climbed high enough to view the scene. He held to the

They were not gored. The cow was at the other end of the lot. One of the little boys were lying in a bunch of

The cow glared, but did not stir. Another little boy was pulling his indiarubber boots out of the mud. The

Another was feeling the top of his head. The cow began to crop the grass, still looking at him.

Agamemnon had reached and opened the sheddoor. The little boys were next seen running toward it.

A crowd of neighbors, with pitchforks, had returned meanwhile with Elizabeth Eliza. Solomon John had

brought four druggists. But, by the time they had reached the house, the three little boys were safe in the arms

"This is too dangerous a form of education," she cried; "I had rather they went to school."

MRS. PETERKIN'S nerves were so shaken by the excitement of the fall of the three little boys into the

enclosure where the cow was kept that the educational breakfast was long postponed. The little boys

continued at school, as before, and the conversation dwelt as little as possible upon the subject of education.

Mrs. Peterkin's spirits, however, gradually recovered. The little boys were allowed to watch the cow at her

feed. A series of strings were arranged by Agamemnon and Solomon John, by which the little boys could be

pulled up, if they should again fall down into the enclosure. These were planned something like

curtaincords, and Solomon John frequently amused himself by pulling one of the little boys up or letting

Some conversation did again fall upon the old difficulty of questions. Elizabeth Eliza declared that it was not

always necessary to answer; that many who could did not answer questionsthe conductors of the railroads,

for instance, who probably knew the names of all the stations on a road, but were seldom able to tell them.

"Yes," said Agamemnon, "one might be a conductor without even knowing the names of the stations, because

"I never know," said Elizabeth Eliza, "whether it is ignorance in them, or unwillingness, that prevents them

from telling you how soon one station is coming, or how long you are to stop, even if one asks ever so many

Mrs. Peterkin thought this was carried too far in the horsecars in Boston. The conductors had always left

you as far as possible from the place where you wanted to stop; but it seemed a little too much to have the

aldermen take it up, and put a notice in the cars, ordering the conductors "to stop at the farthest crossing."

Mrs. Peterkin was, indeed, recovering her spirits. She had been carrying on a brisk correspondence with

Philadelphia, that she had imparted to no one, and at last she announced, as its result, that she was ready for a

A breakfast indeed, when it appeared! Mrs. Peterkin had mistaken the alphabetical suggestion, and had

This, therefore, was the bill of fare: Applesauce, Bread, Butter, Coffee, Cream, Doughnuts, Eggs,

Fishballs, Griddles, Ham, Ice (on butter), Jam, Krout (sour), Lambchops, Morning Newspapers, Oatmeal,

Mr. Peterkin was proud and astonished. "Excellent!" he cried. "Every letter represented except Z." Mrs.

Peterkin drew from her pocket a letter from the lady from Philadelphia. "She thought you would call it

Xcellent for X, and she tells us," she read, "that if you come with a zest, you will bring the Z."

Mr. Peterkin was enchanted. He only felt that he ought to invite the children in the primary schools to such a

"How happy," exclaimed Mr. Peterkin, "that this should come first of all! A child might be brought up on

applesauce till he had mastered the first letter of the alphabet, and could go on to the more involved subjects

Agamemnon thought his father hardly knew how much was hidden in the apple. There was all the story of

William Tell and the Swiss independence. The little boys were wild to act William Tell, but Mrs. Peterkin

Peterkin proposed they should begin by eating the applesauce, then discussing it, first botanically, next

historically; or perhaps first historically, beginning with Adam and Eve, and the first apple.

Mrs. Peterkin feared the coffee would be getting cold, and the griddles were waiting. For herself, she declared

she felt more at home on the marmalade, because the quinces came from grandfather's, and she had seen them

planted; she remembered all about it, and now the bush came up to the sittingroom window.

She seemed to have heard him tell that the town of Quincy, where the granite came from, was named from

them, and she never quite recollected why, except they were so hard, as hard as stone, and it took you almost

Mr. Peterkin was glad to be reminded of the old place at grandfather's. In order to know thoroughly about

Now, they might some time drive up to grandfather's, scarcely twelve miles away, and see the cider made.

Why, indeed, should not the family go this very day up to grandfather's, and continue the education of the

"Why not indeed?" exclaimed the little boys. A day at grandfather's would give them the whole process of the

apple, from the orchard to the cidermill. In this way they could widen the field of study, even to follow in

It was suggested, too, that at grandfather's they might study the processes of maplesyrup as involved in the

Agamemnon pointed out the connection between the two subjects: they were both the products of treesthe

appletree and the maple. Mr. Peterkin proposed that the lesson for the day should be considered the study of

Why not, indeed, go this very day? There was no time like the present. Their breakfast had been so copious,

they would scarcely be in a hurry for dinner, and would, therefore, have the whole day before them.

But how should they go? The carryall, in spite of its name, could hardly take the whole family, though they

Indeed, she had been planning a visit there, and would not object to staying some days. This would make it

easier about coming home, but it did not settle the difficulty in getting there.

The little boys were fond of walking; so was Mr. Peterkin; and Agamemnon and Solomon John did not object

to their turn. Mrs. Peterkin could sit in the carriage, when it was waiting for the pedestrians to come up; or,

she said, she did not object to a little turn of walking. Mr. Peterkin would start, with Solomon John and the

little boys, before the rest, and Agamemnon should drive his mother and Elizabeth Eliza to the first

Then came up another questionof Elizabeth Eliza's trunk. If she stayed a few days, she would need to carry

You never could depend upon the weather. Even "Probabilities" got you no farther than today.

In an inspired moment, Elizabeth Eliza bethought herself of the expressman. She would send her trunk by the

express, and she left the table directly to go and pack it. Mrs. Peterkin busied herself with Amanda over the

remains of the breakfast. Mr. Peterkin and Agamemnon went to order the horse and the expressman, and

Solomon John and the little boys prepared themselves for a pedestrian excursion.

Elizabeth Eliza found it difficult to pack in a hurry; there were so many things she might want, and then again

she might not. She must put up her music, because her grandfather had a piano; and then she bethought

herself of Agamemnon's flute, and decided to pick out a volume or two of the Encyclopaedia. But it was hard

to decide, all by herself, whether to take G for griddlecakes, or M for maplesyrup, or T for tree. She would

She put up her workbox and two extra workbaskets, and she must take some French books she had never

yet found time to read. This involved taking her French dictionary, as she doubted if her grandfather had one.

She ought to put in a "Botany," if they were to study trees; but she could not tell which, so she would take all

there were. She might as well take all her dresses, and it was no harm if one had too many wraps. When she

had her trunk packed, she found it overfull; it was difficult to shut it. She had heard Solomon John set out

from the front door with his father and the little boys, and Agamemnon was busy holding the horse at the side

door, so there was no use in calling for help. She got upon the trunk; she jumped upon it; she sat down upon

But, on getting down from the trunk, she found her dress had been caught in the lid; she could not move away

from it! What was worse, she was so fastened to the trunk that she could not lean forward far enough to turn

the key back, to unlock the trunk and release herself! The lock had slipped easily, but she could not now get

She tried to pull her dress away. No, it was caught too firmly. She called for help to her mother or Amanda,

Nobody near enough to hear! She tried to pull the trunk toward the door, to open it and make herself heard;

but it was so heavy that, in her constrained position, she could not stir it. In her agony, she would have been

willing to have torn her dress; but it was her travellingdress, and too stout to tear. She might cut it carefully.

Alas, she had packed her scissors, and her knife she had lent to the little boys the day before! She called

again. What silence there was in the house! Her voice seemed to echo through the room. At length, as she

Was it the carriage, rolling away from the side door? Did she hear the front door shut? She remembered then

that Amanda was to "have the day." But she, Elizabeth Eliza, was to have spoken to Amanda, to explain to

her to wait for the expressman. She was to have told her as she went downstairs. But she had not been able to

go downstairs! And Amanda must have supposed that all the family had left, and she, too, must have gone,

knowing of the expressman. Yes, she heard the wheels! She heard the front door shut!

But could they have gone without her? Then she recalled that she had proposed walking on a little way with

Solomon John and her father, to be picked up by Mrs. Peterkin, if she should have finished her packing in

time. Her mother must have supposed that she had done sothat she had spoken to Amanda, and started

with the rest. Well, she would soon discover her mistake. She would overtake the walking party, and, not

finding Elizabeth Eliza, would return for her. Patience only was needed. She had looked around for

something to read; but she had packed up all her books. She had packed her knitting. How quiet and still it

was! She tried to imagine where her mother would meet the rest of the family. They were good walkers, and

they might have reached the twomile bridge. But suppose they should stop for water beneath the arch of the

bridge, as they often did, and the carryall pass over it without seeing them, her mother would not know but

she was with them? And suppose her mother should decide to leave the horse at the place proposed for

stopping and waiting for the first pedestrian party, and herself walk on, no one would be left to tell the rest,

when they should come up to the carryall. They might go on so, through the whole journey, without meeting,

Horrible thought! She would be left here alone all day. The expressman would come, but the expressman

She thought of the terrible story of Ginevra, of the bride who was shut up in her trunk, and forever! She was

shut up on hers, and knew not when she should be released! She had acted once in the ballad of the

"Mistletoe Bough." She had been one of the "guests," who had sung "Oh, the Mistletoe Bough," and had

looked up at it, and she had seen at the sidescenes how the bride had laughingly stepped into the trunk. But

the trunk then was only a makebelieve of some boards in front of a sofa, and this was a stern reality.

It would be late now before her family would reach her grandfather's. Perhaps they would decide to spend the

night. Perhaps they would fancy she was coming by express. She gave another tremendous effort to move the

Meanwhile, Mrs. Peterkin sat some time at the door, wondering why Elizabeth Eliza did not come down. Mr.

Peterkin had started on with Solomon John and all the little boys. Agamemnon had packed the things into the

carriagea basket of lunch, a change of shoes for Mr. Peterkin, some extra wrapseverything Mrs.

Peterkin could think of, for the family comfort. Still Elizabeth Eliza did not come. "I think she must have

walked on with your father," she said, at last; "you had better get in." Agamemnon now got in. "I should think

she would have mentioned it," she continued; "but we may as well start on, and pick her up!"

They started off. "I hope Elizabeth Eliza thought to speak to Amanda, but we must ask her when we come up

But they did not come up with Elizabeth Eliza. At the turn beyond the village, they found an envelope struck

up in an inviting manner against a tree. In this way, they had agreed to leave missives for each other as they

passed on. This note informed them that the walking party was going to take the short cut across the

meadows, and would still be in front of them. They saw the party at last, just beyond the short cut; but Mr.

Peterkin was explaining the character of the oaktree to his children as they stood around a large specimen.

"I suppose he is telling them that it is some kind of a 'Quercus,'" said Agamemnon, thoughtfully.

Mrs. Peterkin thought Mr. Peterkin would scarcely use such an expression, but she could see nothing of

Elizabeth Eliza. Some of the party, however, were behind the tree, some were in front, and Elizabeth Eliza

might be behind the tree. They were too far off to be shouted at. Mrs. Peterkin was calmed, and went on to

the stoppinglace agreed upon, which they reached before long. This had been appointed near Farmer

Gordon's barn, that there might be somebody at hand whom they knew, in case there should be any difficulty

in untying the horse. The plan had been that Mrs. Peterkin should always sit in the carriage, while the others

should take turns for walking; and Agamemnon tied the horse to a fence, and left her comfortably arranged

with her knitting. Indeed, she had risen so early to prepare for the alphabetical breakfast, and had since been

so tired with preparations, that she was quite sleepy, and would not object to a nape in the shade, by the

soothing sound of the buzzing of the flies. But she called Agamemnon back, as he started off for his solitary

"Suppose the rest all should arrive, how could they now be accommodated in the carryall? It would be too

much for the horse! Why had Elizabeth Eliza gone with the rest without counting up? Of course, they must

She decided there was no way but for her to walk on. When the rest passed her, they might make a change.

So she put up knitting cheerfully. It was a little joggly in the carriage, she had already found, for the horse

She walked on then with Agamemnon. It was very pleasant at first, but the sun became hot, and it was not

long before she was fatigued. When they reached a hayfield, she proposed going in to rest upon one of the

haycocks. The largest and most shady was at the other end of the field, and they were seated there when the

carryall passed them in the road. Mrs. Peterkin waved parasol and hat, and the party in the carryall returned

"Well, we shall find Elizabeth Eliza in the carryall," she said, "and that will explain all."

But it took them an hour or two to reach the carryall, with frequent stoppings for rest, and when they reached

it, no one was in it. A note was pinned up in the vehicle to say they had all walked on; it was "prime fun."

In this way the parties continued to dodge each other, for Mrs. Peterkin felt that she must walk on from the

next station, and the carryall missed her again while she and Agamemnon stopped in a house to rest, and for a

She reached the carryall to find again that no one was in it. The party had passed on for the last station, where

it had been decided all should meet at the foot of grandfather's hill, that they might all arrive at the house

Mrs. Peterkin and Agamemnon looked out eagerly for the party all the way, as Elizabeth Eliza must be tired

by this time; but Mrs. Peterkin's last walk had been so slow, that the other party was far in advance and

reached the stoppingplace before them. The little boys were all rowed out on the stone fence, awaiting them,

Peterkin came forward to meet them, and, at the same moment with Mrs. Peterkin, exclaimed: "Where is

Elizabeth Eliza?" Each party looked eagerly at the other; no Elizabeth Eliza was to be seen. Where was she?

What was to be done? Was she left behind? Mrs. Peterkin was convinced she must have somehow got to

grandfather's. They hurried up the hill. Grandfather and all the family came out to greet them, for they had

It was sunset; the view was wide and fine. Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin stood and looked out from the north to the

Meanwhile the little boys had been informing the family of the object of their visit, and while Mr. and Mrs.

Peterkin were looking up and down the road, and Agamemnon and Solomon John were explaining to each

"We shall have to go back," they exclaimed. "We are too late! The maplesyrup was all made last spring."

"We are too early; we shall have to stay two or three months, the cider is not made till October."

The expedition was a failure! They could study the making of neither maplesyrup nor cider, and Elizabeth

Eliza was lost, perhaps forever! The sun went down, and Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin still stood to look up and

. . . . . . . . . . . Elizabeth Eliza meanwhile, had sat upon her trunk, as it seemed for ages. She recalled all the

terrible stories of prisonershow they had watched the growth of flowers through cracks in the pavement.

She wondered how long she could live without eating. How thankful she was for her abundant breakfast!

At length she heard the doorbell. But who could go to the door to answer it? In vain did she make another

How singular!there were footsteps. Some one was going to the door; some one had opened it. "They must

be burglars." Well, perhaps that was a better fateto be gagged by burglars, and the neighbors

informedthan to be forever locked on her trunk. The steps approached the door. It opened, and Amanda

Amanda had not gone. She had gathered, while waiting at the breakfasttable, that there was to be an

Elizabeth Eliza explained the situation. The expressman turned the key of her trunk, and she was released!

What should she do next? So long a time had elapsed, she had given up all hope of her family returning for

She hastily prevailed upon the expressman to take her along until she should come up with some of the

family. At least she would fall in with either the walking party or the carryall, or she would meet them if they

She mounted the seat with the expressman, and slowly they took their way, stopping for occasional parcels as

But much to Elizabeth Eliza's dismay, they turned off from the main road on leaving the village. She

remonstrated, but the driver insisted he must go round by Millikin's to leave a bedstead. They went round by

Millikin's, and then had further turns to make. Elizabeth Eliza explained that in this way it would be

impossible for her to find her parents and family, and at last he proposed to take her all the way with her

trunk. She remembered with a shudder that when she had first asked about her trunk, he had promised it

should certainly be delivered the next morning. Suppose they should have to be out all night? Where did

expresscarts spend the night? She thought of herself in a lone wood, in an expresswagon! She could hardly

And so it happened that as Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin in the late sunset were looking down the hill, wondering

what they should do about the lost Elizabeth Eliza, they saw an express wagon approaching. A female form

"She has decided to come by express," said Mrs. Peterkin. "It isit isElizabeth Eliza!"

THE Peterkins were in quite a muddle (for them) about the carnival of authors, to be given in Boston. As

soon as it was announced, their interests were excited, and they determined that all the family should go.

But they conceived a wrong idea of the entertainment, as they supposed that every one must go in costume.

Elizabeth Eliza thought their lessons in the foreign languages would help them much in conversing in

As the carnival was announced early Solomon John thought there would be time to read up everything

written by all the authors, in order to be acquainted with the characters they introduced. Mrs. Peterkin did not

wish to begin too early upon the reading, for she was sure she should forget all that the different authors had

But Elizabeth Eliza declared that she should hardly have time enough, as it was, to be acquainted with all the

authors. She had given up her French lessons, after taking six, for want of time, and had, indeed, concluded

she had learned in them all she should need to know of that language. She could repeat one or two pages of

phrases, and she was astonished to find how much she could understand already of what the French teacher

said to her; and he assured her that when she went to Paris she could at least ask the price of gloves, or of

some other things she would need, and he taught her, too, how to pronounce "gar on," in calling for more.

Agamemnon thought that different members of the family might make themselves familiar with different

authors; the little boys were already acquainted with "Mother Goose." Mr. Peterkin had read the "Pickwick

Papers," and Solomon John had actually seen Mr. Longfellow getting into a horsecar.

Elizabeth Eliza suggested that they might ask the Turk to give lectures upon the "Arabian Nights." Everybody

else was planning something of the sort, to "raise funds" for some purpose, and she was sure they ought not

Peterkin approved of this. It would be excellent if they could raise funds enough to pay for their own tickets

Elizabeth Eliza was uncertain. She thought it was usual to use the funds for some object. Mr. Peterkin said

that if they gained funds enough they might arrange a booth of their own, and sit in it, and take the carnival

But Agamemnon reminded him that none of the family were authors, and only authors had booths. Solomon

John, indeed, had once started upon writing a book, but he was not able to think of anything to put in it, and

Mr. Peterkin urged him to make one more effort. If his book could come out before the carnival he could go

But Agamemnon declared it would take years to become an author. You might indeed publish something, but

Peterkin, on the other hand, was certain that libraries were filled with books that never were read, yet authors

had written them. For herself, she had not read half the books in their own library. And she was glad there

Mr. Peterkin did not understand why they called them a "Carnival"; but he supposed they should find out

Mrs. Peterkin still felt uncertain about costumes. She proposed looking over the old trunks in the garret. They

would find some suitable dresses there, and these would suggest what characters they should take. Elizabeth

Eliza was pleased with this thought. She remembered an old turban of white mull muslin, in an old bandbox,

Peterkin could go in some Eastern character. Solomon John thought she might be Cleopatra, and this was

determined on. Among the treasures found were some old bonnets, of large size, with waving plumes.

She was tempted to appear as Mrs. Columbus, as Solomon John was to take the character of Christopher

Columbus; but he was planning to enter upon the stage in a boat, and Elizabeth Eliza was a little afraid of

Solomon John had been led to take this character by discovering a coalhod that would answer for a helmet;

then, as Christopher Columbus was born in Genoa, he could use the phrases in Italian he had lately learned of

Mr. Peterkin decided to be Peter the Great. It seemed to him a happy thought, for the few words of Russian

he had learned would come in play, and he was quite sure that his own family name made him kin to that of

the great Czar. He studied up the life in the Encyclopaedia, and decided to take the costume of a shipbuilder.

He visited the navyyard and some of the docks; but none of them gave him the true idea of dress for

But he found a picture of Peter the Great, representing him in a broadbrimmed hat. So he assumed one that

he found at a costumer's, and with Elizabeth Eliza's black waterproof was satisfied with his own appearance.

Elizabeth Eliza wondered if she could not go with her father in some Russian character. She would have to

lay aside her large bonnet, but she had seen pictures of Russian ladies, with fur muffs on their heads, and she

Mrs. Peterkin, as Cleopatra, wore the turban, with a little row of false curls in front, and a white embroidered

muslin shawl crossed over her black silk dress. The little boys thought she looked much like the picture of

their greatgrandmother. But doubtless Cleopatra resembled this picture, as it was all so long ago, so the rest

Agamemnon determined to go as Noah. The costume, as represented in one of the little boys' arks, was

simple. His father's redlined dressing gown, turned inside out, permitted it easily.

Elizabeth Eliza was now anxious to be Mrs. Shem, and make a long dress of yellow flannel, and appear with

Agamemnon and the little boys. For the little boys were to represent two doves and a raven. There were

featherdusters enough in the family for their costumes, which would be then complete with their

Solomon John carried out in detail his idea of Christopher Columbus. He had a number of eggs boiled hard to

take in his pocket, proposing to repeat, through the evening, the scene of setting the egg on its end. He gave

up the plan of a boat, as it must be difficult to carry one into town; so he contented himself by practising the

But what scene could Elizabeth Eliza carry out? If they had an ark, as Mrs. Shem she might crawl in and out

of the roof constantly, if it were not too high. But Mr. Peterkin thought it as difficult to take an ark into town

The evening came. But with all their preparations they got to the hall late. The entrance was filled with a

crowd of people, and, as they stopped at the cloakroom, to leave their wraps, they found themselves

entangled with a number of people in costume coming out from a dressingroom below. Mr. Peterkin was

much encouraged. They were thus joining the performers. The band was playing the "Wedding March" as

they went upstairs to a door of the hall which opened upon one side of the stage. Here a procession was

marching up the steps of the stage, all in costume, and entering behind the scenes.

"We are just in the right time," whispered Mr. Peterkin to his family; "they are going upon the stage; we must

fall into line." The little boys had their featherdusters ready. Some words from one of the managers made

At this moment they were ushered upon the stage. The stage manager glared at them, as he awaited their

names for introduction, while they came up all unannounceda part of the programme not expected. But he

uttered the words upon his lips, "Great Expectations;" and the Peterkin family swept across the stage with the

rest: Mr. Peterkin costumed as Peter the Great, Mrs. Peterkin as Cleopatra, Agamemnon as Noah, Solomon

John as Christopher Columbus, Elizabeth Eliza in yellow flannel as Mrs. Shem, with a large, oldfashioned

bonnet on her head as Mrs. Columbus, and the little boys behind as two doves and a raven.

Across the stage, in face of all the assembled people, then following the rest down the stairs on the other side,

There were Ann Maria Bromwick and the Osbornesall the neighborsall as natural as though they were

"I had no idea you were to appear in character," said Ann Maria to Elizabeth Eliza; "to what booth do you

"I have not quite decided," said Elizabeth Eliza. "I thought I should find out after I came here. The marshal

But she looked round to ask the little boys if they, too, had shaken hands with the great man, but not a little

They had been swept off in Mother Goose's train, which had lingered on the steps to see the Dickens

reception, with which the procession of characters in costume had closed. At this moment they were dancing

round the barberry bush, in a corner of the balcony in Mother Goose's quarters, their featherdusters gayly

But Mrs. Peterkin, far below, could not see this, and consoled herself with the thought, they should all meet

on the stage in the grand closing tableau. She was bewildered by the crowds which swept her hither and

thither. At last she found herself in the Whittier Booth, and sat a long time calmly there. As Cleopatra she

seemed out of place, but as her own grandmother she answered well with its New England scenery.

Solomon John wandered about, landing in America whenever he found a chance to enter a booth. Once

before an admiring audience he set up his egg in the centre of the Goethe Booth, which had been deserted by

It was with difficulty that the family could be repressed from going on the stage whenever the bugle sounded

Elizabeth Eliza came near appearing in the "Dream of Fair Women," at its most culminating point.

Mr. Peterkin found himself with the "Cricket on the Hearth," in the Dickens Booth. He explained that he was

Peter the Great, but always in the Russian language, which was never understood.

Elizabeth Eliza found herself, in turn, in all the booths. Every manager was puzzled by her appearance, and

would send her to some other, and she passed along, always trying to explain that she had not yet decided

"I cannot understand," he said, "why none of our friends are dressed in costume, and why we are."

"I rather like it," said Elizabeth Eliza, "though I should be better pleased if I could form a group with some

The strains of the minuet began. Mrs. Peterkin was anxious to join the performers. It was the dance of her

At this moment two doves and a raven appearedthe little boys, who had been dancing eagerly in Mother

"I hardly know how to sit down," said Elizabeth Eliza, "for I am sure Mrs. Shem never could. Still, as I do

Happily, seats were to be found for all, and they were soon arranged in a row, calmly eating icecream.

"I think the truth is," said Mr. Peterkin, "that we represent historical people, and we ought to have been

fictitious characters in books. That is, I observe, what the others are. We shall know better another time."

"If we only ever get home," said Mrs. Peterkin, "I shall not wish to come again.

It seems like being on the stage, sitting in a booth, and it is so bewildering, Elizabeth Eliza not knowing who

"I am afraid we shall never reach home," said Agamemnon, who had been silent for some time; "we may

have to spend the night here. I find I have lost our checks for our clothes in the cloakroom! "

"But never to recover our cloaks," said Mrs. Peterkin; "could not the little boys look round for the checks on

She began to enumerate the many valuable things that they might never see again.

She had worn her large fur cape of stonemartenher grandmother'sthat Elizabeth Eliza had been urging

her to have made into a footrug. Now how she wished she had! And there were Mr. Peterkin's new

overshoes, and Agamemnon had brought an umbrella, and the little boys had their mittens. Their

indiarubber boots, fortunately, they had on, in the character of birds. But Solomon John had worn a fur cap,

and Elizabeth Eliza a muff. Should they lose all these valuables entirely, and go home in the cold without

them? No, it would be better to wait till everybody had gone, and then look carefully over the floors for the

checks; if only the little boys could know where Agamemnon had been, they were willing to look. Mr.

Still, they would need something to wear, and he could not tell the time. He had not brought his watch. It was

a Waltham watch, and he thought it would not be in character for Peter the Great to wear it.

At this moment the strains of "Home, Sweet Home" were heard from the band, and people were seen

"All can go home, but we must stay," said Mrs. Peterkin, gloomily, as the wellknown strains floated in from

A number of marshals came to the refreshmentroom, looked at them, whispered to each other, as the

"Can we do anything for you?" asked one at last. "Would you not like to go?" He seemed eager they should

Mr. Peterkin explained that they could not go, as they had lost the checks for their wraps, and hoped to find

their checks on the floor when everybody was gone. The marshal asked if they could not describe what they

had worn, in which case the loss of the checks was not so important, as the crowds had now almost left, and it

would not be difficult to identify their wraps. Mrs. Peterkin eagerly declared she could describe every article.

It was astonishing how the marshals hurried them through the quickly deserted corridors, how gladly they

recovered their garments! Mrs. Peterkin, indeed, was disturbed by the eagerness of the marshals; she feared

they had some pretext for getting the family out of the hall. Mrs. Peterkin was one of those who never

consent to be forced to anything. She would not be compelled to go home, even with strains of music. She

whispered her suspicions to Mr. Peterkin; but Agamemnon came hastily up to announce the time, which he

had learned from the clock in the large hall. They must leave directly if they wished to catch the latest train,

If she should have to pass the night in the streets in her turban! She was the first to lead the way, and, panting,

the family followed her, just in time to take the train as it was leaving the station.

The excitement was not yet over. They found in the train many of their friends and neighbors, returning also

from the Carnival; so they had many questions put to them which they were unable to answer. Still Mrs.

Peterkin's turban was much admired, and indeed the whole appearance of the family; so that they felt

But more adventures awaited them. They left the train with their friends; but as Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth

Eliza were very tired, they walked very slowly, and Solomon John and the little boys were sent on with the

passkey to open the door. They soon returned with the startling intelligence that it was not the right key, and

they could not get in. It was Mr. Peterkin's officekey; he had taken it by mistake, or he might have dropped

"Must we go back?" sighed Mrs. Peterkin, in an exhausted voice. More than ever did Elizabeth Eliza regret

It was impossible to get into the house, for Amanda had been allowed to go and spend the night with a friend,

"We can return to the station," said Mr. Peterkin; "the rooms will be warm, on account of the midnight train.

At the station was one of their neighbors, proposing to take the New York midnight train, for it was now after

"I saw lights at the locksmith's over the way, as I passed," he said; "why do not you send over to the young

man there? He can get your door open for you. I never would spend the night here."

Solomon John went over to "the young man," who agreed to go up to the house as soon as he had closed the

shop, fit a key, and open the door, and come back to them on his way home. Solomon John came back to the

station, for it was now cold and windy in the deserted streets. The family made themselves as comfortable as

possible by the stove, sending Solomon John out occasionally to look for the young man. But somehow

Solomon John missed him; the lights were out in the locksmith's shop, so he followed along to the house,

But he was not there! He came back to report. Perhaps the young man had opened the door and gone on

home. Solomon John and Agamemnon went back together, but they could not get in. Where was the young

man? He had lately come to town, and nobody knew where he lived, for on the return of Solomon John and

Agamemnon it had been proposed to go to the house of the young man. The night was wearing on.

The midnight train had come and gone. The passengers who came and went looked with wonder at Mrs.

Peterkin, nodding in her turban, as she sat by the stove, on a corner of a long bench. At last the

stationmaster had to leave, for a short rest. He felt obliged to lock up the station, but he promised to return at

"Of what use," said Elizabeth Eliza, "if we cannot even then get into our own house?"

Mr. Peterkin thought the matter appeared bad, if the locksmith had left town. He feared the young man might

Only they should have seen him if he had taken the midnight train. Solomon John thought he appeared

honest. Mr. Peterkin only ventured to whisper his suspicions, as he did not wish to arouse Mrs. Peterkin, who

Morning did come at last. The family decided to go to their home; perhaps by some effort in the early

On the way they met with the nightpoliceman, returning from his beat. He stopped when he saw the family.

"Ah ! that accounts," he said; "you were all out last night, and the burglars took occasion to make a raid on

your house. I caught a lively young man in the very act; box of tools in his hand! If I had been a minute late

he would have made his way in" The family then tried to interruptto explain "Where is he?"

"We have no key!" said Elizabeth Eliza; "if you have locked up the locksmith we can never get in."

The policeman looked from one to the other, smiling slightly when he understood the case.

"The locksmith!" he exclaimed; "he is a new fellow, and I did not recognize him, and arrested him! Very

and he hurried away, surprising the Peterkin family with what seemed like insulting screams of laughter.

Mrs. Peterkin did not understand it at all. Had burglars entered the house? Did the policeman say they had

taken spoons ? And why did he appear so pleased? She was sure the old silver teapot was locked up in the

closet of their room. Slowly the family walked towards the house, and, almost as soon as they, the policeman

appeared with the released locksmith, and a few boys from the street, who happened to be out early.

The locksmith was not in very good humor, and took ill the jokes of the policeman. Mr. Peterkin, fearing he

might not consent to open the door, pressed into his hand a large sum of money. The door flew open; the

Amanda arrived at the same moment. There was hope of breakfast. Mrs. Peterkin staggered towards the

YES, at last they had reached the seaside, after much talking and deliberation, and summer after summer the

But here they were at last, at the "Old Farm," so called, where seaside attractions had been praised in all the

advertisements. And here they were to meet the Sylvesters, who knew all about the place, cousins of Ann

Maria Bromwick. Elizabeth Eliza was astonished not to find them there, though she had not expected Ann

Their preparations had been so elaborate that at one time the whole thing had seemed hopeless; yet here they

all were. Their trunks, to be sure, had not arrived; but the wagon was to be sent back for them, and, wonderful

Agamemnon had brought his Portable Electrical Machine and Apparatus, and the volumes of the

Encyclopaedia that might tell him how to manage it, and Solomon John had his photograph camera. The little

boys had used their indiarubber boots as portmanteaux, filling them to the brim, and carrying one in each

handa very convenient way for travelling they considered it; but they found on arriving (when they wanted

to put their boots directly on for exploration round the house), that it was somewhat inconvenient to have to

begin to unpack directly, and scarcely room enough could be found for all the contents in the small chamber

There was no room in the house for the electrical machine and camera. Elizabeth Eliza thought the other

boarders were afraid of the machine going off; so an outhouse was found for them, where Agamemnon and

Mrs. Peterkin was much pleased with the oldfashioned porch and lowstudded rooms, though the

Mr. Peterkin was delighted with the admirable order in which the farm was evidently kept. From the first

moment he arrived he gave himself to examining the wellstocked stables and barns, and the fields and

vegetable gardens, which were shown to him by a highly intelligent person, a Mr. Atwood, who devoted

himself to explaining to Mr. Peterkin all the details of methods in the farming.

The rest of the family were disturbed at being so far from the sea, when they found it would take nearly all

the afternoon to reach the beach. The advertisements had surely stated that the "Old Farm" was directly on

the shore, and that seabathing would be exceedingly convenient; which was hardly the case if it took you an

Mr. Peterkin declared there were always such discrepancies between the advertisements of seaside places and

the actual facts; but he was more than satisfied with the farm part, and was glad to remain and admire it,

while the rest of the family went to find the beach, starting off in a wagon large enough to accommodate

Solomon John had depended upon taking the photographs of the family in a row on the beach; but he decided

"If this wagon were not so shaky," said Mrs. Peterkin "we might drive over every morning for our bath. The

"We should have to spend the whole day about it," said Solomon John, in a discouraged tone, "unless we can

"Perhaps we should prefer that," said Elizabeth Eliza, a little gloomily, "to staying at the house."

She had been a little disturbed to find there were not more elegant and fashionablelooking boarders at the

farm, and she was disappointed that the Sylvesters had not arrived, who would understand the ways of the

place. Yet, again, she was somewhat relieved, for if their trunks did not come till the next day, as was feared,

she should have nothing but her travelling dress to wear, which would certainly answer for tonight.

She had been busy all the early summer in preparing her dresses for this very wateringplace, and, as far as

appeared, she would hardly need them, and was disappointed to have no chance to display them. But of

course, when the Sylvesters and Ann Maria came, all would be different; but they would surely be wasted on

the two old ladies she had seen, and on the old men who had lounged about the porch; there surely was not a

Agamemnon assured her she could not tell at the seaside, as gentlemen wore their exercise dress, and took a

pride in going around in shocking hats and flannel suits. Doubtless they would be dressed for dinner on their

On their arrival they had been shown to a room to have their meals by themselves, and could not decide

whether they were eating dinner or lunch. There was a variety of meat, vegetables, and pie, that might come

"I had no idea we should have really farmfare," Mrs. Peterkin said. "I have not drunk such a tumbler of milk

Elizabeth Eliza concluded they ought not to judge from a first meal, as evidently their arrival had not been

The little boys were, however, perfectly satisfied from the moment of their arrival, and one of them had

stayed at the farm, declining to go to the beach, as he wished to admire the pigs, cows, and horses; and all the

way over to the beach the other little boys were hopping in and out of the wagon, which never went too fast,

to pick long mulleinstalks, for whips to urge on the reluctant horse with, or to gather huckleberries, with

which they were rejoiced to find the fields were filled, although, as yet, the berries were very green.

Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza insisted upon turning directly back, as it was not fair to be late to dinner the very

On the whole the party came back cheerful, yet hungry. They found the same old men, in the same costume,

"The smell of their tobacco is not very agreeable," Mrs. Peterkin was forced to say.

There seemed the same uncertainty on their arrival as to where they were to be put, and as to their meals.

Elizabeth Eliza tried to get into conversation with the old ladies, who were wandering in and out of a small

sittingroom. But one of them was very deaf, and the other seemed to be a foreigner. She discovered from a

moderately tidy maid, by the name of Martha, who seemed a sort of factotum, that there were other ladies in

"Regular bedridden," Martha had described them, which Elizabeth Eliza did not consider respectful.

Mr. Peterkin appeared coming down the slope of the hill behind the house, very cheerful. He had made the

Elizabeth Eliza felt it time to ask Martha about the next meal, and ventured to call it supper, as a sort of

compromise between dinner and tea. If dinner were expected she might offend by taking it for granted that it

was to be "tea," and if they were unused to a late dinner they might be disturbed if they had only provided a

So she asked what was the usual hour for supper, and was surprised when Martha replied, "The lady must

say," nodding to Mrs. Peterkin. "She can have it just when she wants, and just what she wants!"

"Oh, they took it a long time ago," Martha answered. "If the lady will go out into the kitchen she can tell what

"Bring us in what you have," said Mr. Peterkin, himself quite hungry. "If you could cook us a fresh slice of

"Couldn't we have some onions?" asked the little boy who had stayed at home, and had noticed the odor of

Martha fell to laying the table, and the family was much pleased, when, in the course of time, all the dishes

they had recommended appeared. Their appetites were admirable, and they pronounced the food the same.

"This is true Arab hospitality," said Mr. Peterkin, as he cut his juicy beefsteak.

"I know it," said Elizabeth Eliza, whose spirits began to rise. "We have not even seen the host and hostess."

She would, indeed, have been glad to find some one to tell her when the Sylvesters were expected, and why

they had not arrived. Her room was in the wing, far from that of Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin, and near the aged

deaf and foreign ladies, and she was kept awake for some time by perplexed thoughts.

She was sure the lady from Philadelphia, under such circumstances, would have written to somebody. But

ought she to write to Ann Maria or the Sylvesters? And, if she did write, which had she better write to? She

fully determined to write, the first thing in the morning, to both parties. But how should she address her

letters ? Would there be any use in sending to the Sylvesters' usual address, which she knew well by this time,

merely to say they had not come? Of course the Sylvesters would know they had not come. It would be the

She might, indeed, inclose her letters to their several postmasters. Postmasters were always so obliging, and

always knew where people were going to, and where to send their letters. She might, at least, write two

letters, to say that theythe Peterkinshad arrived, and were disappointed not to find the Sylvesters. And

she could add that their trunks had not arrived, and perhaps their friends might look out for them on their

way. It really seemed a good plan to write. Yet another question came up, as to how she would get her letters

to the postoffice, as she had already learned it was at quite a distance, and in a different direction from the

She went over and over these same questions, kept awake by the coughing and talking of her neighbors, the

She was scarcely sorry to be aroused from her uncomfortable sleep by the morning sounds of guineahens,

Mrs. Peterkin expressed her satisfaction at the early breakfast, and declared she was delighted with such

They passed the day much as the afternoon before, reaching the beach only in time to turn round to come

Mrs. Peterkin was quite satisfied. "Such a straight road, and the beach such a safe place to turn round upon!"

Elizabeth Eliza was not so well pleased. A wagon had been sent to the station for their trunks, which could

not be found; they were probably left at the Boston station, or, Mr. Atwood suggested, might have been

switched off upon one of the White Mountain trains. There was no use to write any letters, as there was no

way to send them. Elizabeth Eliza now almost hoped the Sylvesters would not come, for what should she do

if the trunks did not come and all her new dresses ? On her way over to the beach she had been thinking what

she should do with her new foulard and creamcolored surah if the Sylvesters did not come, and if their time

was spent in only driving to the beach and back. But now, she would prefer that the Sylvesters would not

come till the dresses and the trunks did. All she could find out, from inquiry, on returning, was, "that another

lot was expected on Saturday." The next day she suggested: "Suppose we take our dinner with us to the

beach, and spend the day." The Sylvesters and Ann Maria then would find them on the beach, where her

travellingdress would be quite appropriate. "I am a little tired," she added, "of going back and forward over

The plan was agreed to, but Mr. Peterkin and the little boys remained to go over the farm again.

They were just putting up their things when they saw a party of people approaching from the other end of the

"I am glad to see some pleasantlooking people at last," said Elizabeth Eliza, and they all turned to walk

As the other party drew near she recognized Ann Maria Bromwick! And with her were the Sylvestersso

"And so have we, at the 'Old Farm,' just at the end of the beach," said Ann Maria.

Ann Maria could not restrain herself, as broad smiles came over the faces of all the party.

"There certainly were some disagreeable old men and women there!" said Elizabeth Eliza, at last.

"A very simple mistake," said Mr. Sylvester, continuing his amusement. "Your trunks arrived all right at the

Mr. Sylvester helped them into the wagon. "Your rooms are awaiting you," he said. "Why not come with us?"

They rode back in silence, till Elizabeth Eliza said, "Do you suppose they took us for paupers?"

"Mr. Atwood came to me, puzzled with a telegram that had been brought to him from the station, which he

Peters, whom they were expecting here this week, with his wife and boys, to take charge of the establishment.

Now, Mr. Atwood had supposed we were the Peterses, whom he had sent for the day we arrived, not having

"Oh, I see, I see!" said Mrs. Peterkin; "and we did get into a muddle at the station!"

Mr. Atwood met them at the porch. "I beg pardon," he said. "I hope you have found it comfortable here, and

At this moment wheels were heard. Mr. Sylvester had arrived, with an open wagon, to take the Peterkins to

Martha was waiting within the door, and said to Elizabeth Eliza, "Beg pardon, miss, for thinking you was one

of the inmates, and putting you in that room. We thought it so kind of Mrs. Peters to take you off every day

Mr. Peterkin and the little boys decided to stay at the farm till Friday. But Agamemnon and Solomon John

preferred to leave with Mr. Sylvester, and to take their electrical machine and camera when they came for Mr.

Mrs. Peterkin was tempted to stay another night, to be wakened once more by the guineahens. But Elizabeth

Eliza bore her off. There was not much packing to be done. She shouted goodby into the ears of the deaf old

lady, and waved her hand to the foreign one, and glad to bid farewell to the old men with their pipes, leaning