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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Peterkin Papers, by Lucretia P  Hale
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+
+Title: The Peterkin Papers
+
+Author: Lucretia P  Hale
+
+Release Date: May 30, 2008 [EBook #25648]
+
+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE PETERKIN PAPERS ***
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+Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper,
+and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
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+
+
+       [Illustration: MRS. PETERKIN PUTS SALT INTO HER COFFEE.]
+
+
+                                 THE
+
+                           PETERKIN PAPERS
+
+
+
+                                  BY
+
+
+                           LUCRETIA P. HALE
+
+
+                          With Illustrations
+
+
+                           SEVENTH EDITION.
+
+
+
+
+
+                         BOSTON AND NEW YORK
+
+                    HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
+
+                   The Riverside Press, Cambridge.
+
+                                 1893
+
+
+
+                           Copyright, 1880
+
+                     By JAMES R. OSGOOD & COMPANY
+
+                               and 1886
+
+                         By TICKNOR & COMPANY
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKIN PAPERS
+
+Dedicated
+
+TO MEGGIE
+
+(THE DAUGHTER OF THE LADY FROM PHILADELPHIA)
+
+_TO WHOM THESE STORIES WERE FIRST TOLD_
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION OF
+THE PETERKIN PAPERS.
+
+
+The first of these stories was accepted by Mr. Howard M. Ticknor for
+the "Young Folks." They were afterwards continued in numbers of the
+"St. Nicholas."
+
+A second edition is now printed, containing a new paper, which has
+never before been published, "The Peterkins at the Farm."
+
+It may be remembered that the Peterkins originally hesitated about
+publishing their Family Papers, and were decided by referring the
+matter to the lady from Philadelphia. A little uncertain whether she
+might happen to be at Philadelphia, they determined to write and ask
+her.
+
+Solomon John suggested a postal-card. Everybody reads a postal, and
+everybody would read it as it came along, and see its importance, and
+help it on. If the lady from Philadelphia were away, her family and
+all her servants would read it, and send it after her, for answer.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza thought the postal a bright idea. It would not take so
+long to write as a letter, and would not be so expensive. But could
+they get the whole subject on a postal?
+
+Mr. Peterkin believed there could be no difficulty, there was but one
+question:--
+
+Shall the adventures of the Peterkin family be published?
+
+This was decided upon, and there was room for each of the family to
+sign, the little boys contenting themselves with rough sketches of
+their india-rubber boots.
+
+Mr. Peterkin, Agamemnon, and Solomon John took the postal-card to the
+post-office early one morning, and by the afternoon of that very day,
+and all the next day, and for many days, came streaming in answers on
+postals and in letters. Their card had been addressed to the lady from
+Philadelphia, with the number of her street. But it must have been
+read by their neighbors in their own town post-office before leaving;
+it must have been read along its way: for by each mail came piles of
+postals and letters from town after town, in answer to the question,
+and all in the same tone: "Yes, yes; publish the adventures of the
+Peterkin family."
+
+"Publish them, of course."
+
+And in time came the answer of the lady from Philadelphia:--
+
+"Yes, of course; publish them."
+
+This is why they were published.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+THE LADY WHO PUT SALT IN HER COFFEE
+
+ABOUT ELIZABETH ELIZA'S PIANO
+
+THE PETERKINS TRY TO BECOME WISE
+
+MRS. PETERKIN WISHES TO GO TO DRIVE
+
+THE PETERKINS AT HOME
+
+WHY THE PETERKINS HAD A LATE DINNER
+
+THE PETERKINS' SUMMER JOURNEY
+
+THE PETERKINS SNOWED-UP
+
+THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO KEEP A COW
+
+THE PETERKINS' CHRISTMAS-TREE
+
+MRS. PETERKIN'S TEA-PARTY
+
+THE PETERKINS TOO LATE FOR THE EXHIBITION
+
+THE PETERKINS CELEBRATE THE "FOURTH"
+
+THE PETERKINS' PICNIC
+
+THE PETERKINS' CHARADES
+
+THE PETERKINS ARE OBLIGED TO MOVE
+
+THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO LEARN THE LANGUAGES
+
+MODERN IMPROVEMENTS AT THE PETERKINS'
+
+AGAMEMNON'S CAREER
+
+THE EDUCATIONAL BREAKFAST
+
+THE PETERKINS AT THE "CARNIVAL OF AUTHORS" IN BOSTON
+
+THE PETERKINS AT THE FARM
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKIN PAPERS.
+
+THE LADY WHO PUT SALT IN HER COFFEE.
+
+
+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 to think.
+
+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
+india-rubber boots, and over they went.
+
+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
+great-grandfather's gold-bowed spectacles; and he had melted up the
+gold head of his great-great-grandfather'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 wedding-ring to melt up with all 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
+wedding-ring of diamonds, all set in emeralds and rubies and topazes,
+and all the furniture could be turned into the finest of gold.
+
+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
+crucible--that was the name of his melting-pot--at 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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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; but still Mrs. 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 with a little pure carbon. But still Mrs. Peterkin was
+not satisfied.
+
+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 herb-woman?"
+Elizabeth Eliza was the only daughter. She was named after her two
+aunts,--Elizabeth, from the sister of her father; Eliza, from her
+mother's sister. Now, the herb-woman 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 herb-woman lived down at the very end of
+the street; so the boys put on their india-rubber boots again, and
+they set off. It was a long walk through the village, but they came at
+last to the herb-woman'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 sweet-smelling herbs,
+so that the air was full of tansy-tea and elder-blow. Over the porch
+grew a hop-vine, and a brandy-cherry tree shaded the door, and a
+luxuriant cranberry-vine 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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+her,--Elizabeth Eliza, Solomon John, and the little boys. They had to
+climb up over high rocks, and in among huckleberry-bushes and
+blackberry-vines. But the little boys had their india-rubber boots. At
+last they discovered the little old woman. They knew her by her hat.
+It was steeple-crowned, without any vane. They saw her digging with
+her trowel round a sassafras bush. They told her their story,--how
+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 pennyroyal, and went back to her house.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There she stopped, and stuffed her huge pockets with some of all the
+kinds of herbs. She took some tansy and peppermint, and caraway-seed
+and dill, spearmint and cloves, pennyroyal and sweet marjoram, basil
+and rosemary, wild thyme and some of the other time,--such as you have
+in clocks,--sappermint 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 Dutch-oven. She packed these all up, and
+then went back with the children, taking her stick.
+
+Meanwhile Mrs. Peterkin was getting quite impatient for her coffee.
+
+As soon as the little old woman came she had it set over the fire, and
+began to stir in the different herbs. First she put in a little hop
+for the bitter. Mrs. Peterkin said it tasted like hop-tea, and not at
+all like coffee. Then she tried a little flag-root 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 was five cents in
+currency.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 they all agreed, it
+was a great thought, and off Elizabeth Eliza went.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+She told the lady from Philadelphia the whole story,--how 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 herb-woman, 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?" Elizabeth Eliza started with surprise. 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 mother,
+and she had her cup of coffee.
+
+
+
+
+ABOUT ELIZABETH ELIZA'S PIANO.
+
+
+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 away.
+
+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?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+music-stool on the piazza, and play upon the piano there.
+
+So they tried this; and they all thought it was a very pretty sight to
+see Elizabeth Eliza playing on the piano, while she sat on the piazza,
+with the honeysuckle vines behind her.
+
+It was very pleasant, too, moonlight evenings. Mr. Peterkin liked to
+take a doze on his sofa in the room; but the rest of the family liked
+to sit on the piazza. So did Elizabeth Eliza, only she had to have her
+back to the moon.
+
+All this did very well through the summer; but, when the fall came,
+Mr. Peterkin thought the air was too cold from the open window, and
+the family did not want to sit out on the piazza.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza practised in the mornings with her cloak on; but she
+was obliged to give up her music in the evenings the family shivered
+so.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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?"
+
+One of the little boys pertly said, "It is a square piano."
+
+But Elizabeth Eliza went home directly, and, with the help of
+Agamemnon and Solomon John, turned the piano round.
+
+"Why did we not think of that before?" said Mrs. Peterkin. "What shall
+we do when the lady from Philadelphia goes home again?"
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS TRY TO BECOME WISE.
+
+
+They were sitting round the breakfast-table, 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 house,--a few school-books and Mrs. Peterkin's cook-book
+were all.
+
+"That's the thing!" said Agamemnon. "We want a library."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 of thinking."
+
+So they all sat and thought a great while.
+
+Then said Agamemnon, "I will make a library. There are some boards in
+the wood-shed, and I have a hammer and some nails, and perhaps we can
+borrow some hinges, and there we have our library!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They were all very much pleased at the idea.
+
+"That's the bookcase part," said Elizabeth Eliza; "but where are the
+books?"
+
+So they sat and thought a little while, when Solomon John exclaimed,
+"I will make a book!"
+
+They all looked at him in wonder.
+
+"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. Peterkin
+put on her cape-bonnet, and the little boys got into their
+india-rubber boots, and off they went.
+
+The nutgalls were hard to find. There was almost everything else in
+the woods,--chestnuts and walnuts, and small hazel-nuts, 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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration: SOLOMON JOHN'S BOOK--Page 26.]
+
+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 poultry-yard 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
+poultry-yard. When they got there the fowls were all at roost, so
+they could look at them quietly. But there were no geese! There were
+Shanghais, and Cochin-Chinas, and Guinea hens, and Barbary hens, and
+speckled hens, and Poland roosters, and bantams, and ducks, and
+turkeys, but not one goose! "No geese but ourselves," said Mrs.
+Peterkin, wittily, as they returned to the house. The sight of this
+procession roused up the village. "A torch-light 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 them that it was
+only his family visiting his hens.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 book-seller 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 post-office, and the
+little boys had their india-rubber 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 book. And they all went
+back rejoicing.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 I haven't got anything to say."
+
+
+
+
+MRS. PETERKIN WISHES TO GO TO DRIVE.
+
+
+One morning Mrs. Peterkin was feeling very tired, as she had been
+having a great many things to think of, and she said to Mr. Peterkin,
+"I believe I shall take a ride this morning!"
+
+And the little boys cried out, "Oh, may we go too?"
+
+Mrs. Peterkin said that Elizabeth Eliza and the little boys might go.
+
+So Mr. Peterkin had the horse put into the carryall, and he and
+Agamemnon went off to their business, and Solomon John to school; and
+Mrs. Peterkin began to get ready for her ride.
+
+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 prepare.
+
+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 cape-bonnet, and in time they were all ready. The little boys
+were in their india-rubber boots, and they got into the carriage.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza was to drive; so she sat on the front seat, and took
+up the reins, and the horse started off merrily, and then suddenly
+stopped, and would not go any farther.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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.
+
+"We shall have to whip him," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+Now Mrs. Peterkin never liked to use the whip; but, as the horse would
+not go, she said she would get out and turn his head the other way,
+while Elizabeth Eliza whipped the horse, and when he began to go she
+would hurry and get in.
+
+So they tried this, but the horse would not stir.
+
+"Perhaps we have too heavy a load," said Mrs. Peterkin, as she got in.
+
+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 was a high wind, and they
+could not hear exactly what she said.
+
+"I have tried the whip," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"She says 'whips,' such as you eat," said one of the little boys.
+
+"We might make those," said Mrs. Peterkin, thoughtfully.
+
+"We have got plenty of cream," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"Yes, let us have some whips," cried the little boys, getting out.
+
+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 boys tasted all round, and they
+all thought they were very nice.
+
+They carried some out to the horse, who swallowed it down very
+quickly.
+
+"That is just what he wanted," said Mrs. Peterkin; "now he will
+certainly go!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 Philadelphia, and see what she
+will say."
+
+The little boys jumped out as quickly as they could; they were eager
+to go and ask the lady from Philadelphia. Elizabeth Eliza went with
+them, while her mother took the reins.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 opera-glass, and looked through it, across the way, up the street,
+to Mrs. Peterkin's door.
+
+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 horse-post?"
+
+Elizabeth Eliza and the little boys looked at one another, and then
+hurried back to the house and told their mother. The horse was untied,
+and they all went to ride.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS AT HOME.
+
+
+AT DINNER.
+
+Another little incident occurred in the Peterkin family. This was at
+dinner-time.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+slices,--first one of lean, then 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 apple-sauce, 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.
+
+"What is the matter now?" said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+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.
+
+"What shall be done now?" said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+They all sat and thought for a little while.
+
+At last said Mrs. Peterkin, rather uncertainly, "Suppose we ask the
+lady from Philadelphia what is best to be done."
+
+But Mr. Peterkin said he didn't like to go to her for everything; let
+the children try and eat their dinner as it was.
+
+And they all tried, but they couldn't. "Very well, then," said Mr.
+Peterkin, "let them go and ask the lady from Philadelphia."
+
+"All of us?" cried one of the little boys, in the excitement of the
+moment.
+
+"Yes," said, Mrs. Peterkin, "only put on your india-rubber boots." And
+they hurried out of the house.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 like the lean?"
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE PETERKINS HAD A LATE DINNER.
+
+
+The trouble was in the dumb-waiter. All had seated themselves at the
+dinner-table, and Amanda had gone to take out the dinner she had sent
+up from the kitchen on the dumb-waiter. 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 tried; all pulled together
+in vain; the dinner could not be stirred.
+
+"No dinner!" exclaimed Agamemnon.
+
+"I am quite hungry," said Solomon John.
+
+At last Mr. Peterkin said, "I am not proud. I am willing to dine in
+the kitchen."
+
+This room was below the dining-room. All consented to this. Each one
+went down, taking a napkin.
+
+The cook laid the kitchen table, put on it her best table-cloth, and
+the family sat down. Amanda went to the dumb-waiter for the dinner,
+but she could not move it down.
+
+The family were all in dismay. There was the dinner, half-way between
+the kitchen and dining-room, and there were they all hungry to eat it!
+
+"What is there for dinner?" asked Mr. Peterkin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Roast turkey," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+Mr. Peterkin lifted his eyes to the ceiling.
+
+"Squash, tomato, potato, and sweet potato," Mrs. Peterkin continued.
+
+"Sweet potato!" exclaimed both the little boys.
+
+"I am very glad now that I did not have cranberry," said Mrs.
+Peterkin, anxious to find a bright point.
+
+"Let us sit down and think about it," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"I have an idea," said Agamemnon, after a while.
+
+"Let us hear it," said Mr. Peterkin. "Let each one speak his mind."
+
+"The turkey," said Agamemnon, "must be just above the kitchen door. If
+I had a ladder and an axe, I could cut away the plastering and reach
+it."
+
+"That is a great idea," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"If you think you could do it," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Would it not be better to have a carpenter?" asked Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"A carpenter might have a ladder and an axe, and I think we have
+neither," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"A carpenter! A carpenter!" exclaimed the rest.
+
+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 out,--Herculaneum, for instance."
+
+"Oh, yes," interrupted Elizabeth Eliza, "and Pompeii."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Yes," said Agamemnon. "They found there pots and kettles. Now, I
+should like to know how they did it; and I mean to borrow a book and
+read. I think it was done with a pickaxe."
+
+So the party set out. But when Mr. Peterkin reached the carpenter's
+shop there was no carpenter to be found there.
+
+"He must be at his house, eating his dinner," suggested Solomon John.
+
+"Happy man," exclaimed Mr. Peterkin, "he has a dinner to eat!"
+
+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 that he always came back at
+night to ring the nine-o'clock bell.
+
+"We must wait till then," said Mr. Peterkin, with an effort at
+cheerfulness.
+
+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 part of the family thought it would
+not do; the rest wanted tea.
+
+"I suppose you remember the wise lady of Philadelphia, who was here
+not long ago?" said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"Let us try to think what she would advise us," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"I wish she were here," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"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 nine-o'clock bell was heard, Agamemnon, Solomon John, and the
+little boys rushed to the church and found the carpenter.
+
+They asked him to bring a ladder, axe, and pickaxe. As he felt it
+might be a case of fire he brought also his fire-buckets.
+
+When the matter was explained to him he went into the dining-room,
+looked into the dumb-waiter, untwisted a cord, and arranged the
+weight, and pulled up the dinner.
+
+There was a family shout.
+
+"The trouble was in the weight," said the carpenter.
+
+"That is why it is called a dumb-waiter," Solomon John explained to
+the little boys.
+
+The dinner was put upon the table.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin frugally suggested that they might now keep it for next
+day, as to-day was almost gone, and they had had tea.
+
+But nobody listened. All sat down to the roast turkey, and Amanda
+warmed over the vegetables.
+
+"Patient waiters are no losers," said Agamemnon.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS' SUMMER JOURNEY.
+
+
+In fact, it was their last summer's journey,--for it had been planned
+then; but there had been so many difficulties it had been delayed.
+
+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 patent-leather hand-bag. But all these were too small for the
+family. And the little boys wanted to carry their kite.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin suggested her grandmother's trunk. This was a
+hair-trunk, 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 bags.
+
+Everybody was delighted at this idea. It was agreed that the next day
+the things should be brought into Mrs. Peterkin's room for her to see
+if they could all be packed.
+
+"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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 away,--Mrs.
+Peterkin's wedding-dress; 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 weather you will have.
+
+Agamemnon fetched his books, and Solomon John his spy-glass. 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 hat for fishing, with a very wide brim and deep crown; all of
+heavy straw.
+
+Agamemnon brought down a large heavy dictionary, and an atlas still
+larger. This contained maps of all the countries in the world.
+
+"I have never had a chance to look at them," he said; "but when one
+travels, then is the time to study geography."
+
+Mr. Peterkin wanted to take his turning-lathe. So Mrs. Peterkin packed
+his tool-chest. 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 india-rubber boots, in case it
+should not rain when they started. They each had a hoe and shovel, and
+some baskets, that were packed.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mrs. Peterkin called in all the family on the evening of the second
+day to see how she had succeeded. Everything was packed, even the
+little boys' kite lay smoothly on the top.
+
+"I like to see a thing so nicely done," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+The next thing was to cord up the trunk, and Mr. Peterkin tried to
+move it. But neither he, nor Agamemnon, nor Solomon John could lift
+it alone, or all together.
+
+Here was a serious difficulty. Solomon John tried to make light of it.
+
+"Expressmen could lift it. Expressmen were used to such things."
+
+"But we did not plan expressing it," said Mrs. Peterkin, in a
+discouraged tone.
+
+"We can take a carriage," said Solomon John.
+
+"I am afraid the trunk would not go on the back of a carriage," said
+Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"The hackman could not lift it, either," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"People do travel with a great deal of baggage," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"And with very large trunks," said 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."
+
+"We would not mind if we got it to the place," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"But how to get it there?" Mr. Peterkin asked, with a sigh.
+
+"This is our first obstacle," said Agamemnon; "we must do our best to
+conquer it."
+
+"What is an obstacle?" asked the little boys.
+
+"It is the trunk," said Solomon John.
+
+"Suppose we look out the word in the dictionary," said Agamemnon,
+taking the large volume from the trunk. "Ah, here it is"--And he
+read:--
+
+"OBSTACLE, _an impediment_."
+
+"That is a worse word than the other," said one of the little boys.
+
+"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 that holds back."
+
+"The trunk is all these," said Mr. Peterkin, gloomily.
+
+"It does not entangle the feet," said Solomon John, "for it can't
+move."
+
+"I wish it could," said the little boys together.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin spent a day or two in taking the things out of the trunk
+and putting them away.
+
+"At least," she said, "this has given me some experience in packing."
+
+And the little boys felt as if they had quite been a journey.
+
+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 the place too public.
+
+Gradually the old contents of the great trunk went back again to it.
+
+At length a friend unexpectedly offered to lend Mr. Peterkin a
+good-sized family trunk. But it was late in the season, and so the
+journey was put off from that summer.
+
+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
+hair-trunk. 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
+turning-lathe at home, and his tool-chest.
+
+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 except
+the little boys' kite. What should they do about that?
+
+The little boys proposed carrying it in their hands; but Solomon John
+and Elizabeth Eliza would not consent to this.
+
+"I do think it is one of the cases where we might ask the advice of
+the lady from Philadelphia," said Mrs. Peterkin, at last.
+
+"She has come on here," said Agamemnon, "and we have not been to see
+her this summer."
+
+"She may think we have been neglecting her," suggested Mr. Peterkin.
+
+The little boys begged to be allowed to go and ask her opinion about
+the kite. They came back in high spirits.
+
+"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."
+
+"We'll take plenty of newspapers," said Solomon John.
+
+"And twine," said the little boys. And this matter was settled.
+
+The question then was, "When should they go?"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS SNOWED-UP.
+
+
+Mrs. Peterkin awoke one morning to find a heavy snow-storm 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,
+covering hedges and fences.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 swift-falling flakes.
+
+"What shall I do about it?" thought Mrs. Peterkin. "No roads cleared
+out! Of course there'll be no butcher and no milkman!"
+
+The first thing to be done was to wake up all the family early; for
+there was enough in the house for breakfast, and there was no knowing
+when they would have anything more to eat.
+
+It was best to secure the breakfast first.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So she went from one room to the other, as soon as it was light,
+waking the family, and before long all were dressed and downstairs.
+
+And then all went round the house to see what had happened.
+
+All the water-pipes that there were were frozen. The milk was frozen.
+They could open the door into the wood-house; but the wood-house door
+into the yard was banked up with snow; and the front door, and the
+piazza door, and the side door stuck. Nobody could get in or out!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Meanwhile, Amanda, the cook, had succeeded in making the kitchen fire,
+but had discovered there was no furnace coal.
+
+"The furnace coal was to have come to-day," said Mrs. Peterkin,
+apologetically.
+
+"Nothing will come to-day," said Mr. Peterkin, shivering.
+
+But a fire could be made in a stove in the dining-room.
+
+All were glad to sit down to breakfast and hot coffee. The little boys
+were much pleased to have "ice-cream" for breakfast.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 to-day."
+
+"Nothing will come to-day," said Agamemnon, gloomily.
+
+"Are these sausages the last meat in the house?" asked Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Yes," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+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 almost wish we had stayed in bed," said Agamemnon.
+
+"I thought it best to make sure of our breakfast first," repeated Mrs.
+Peterkin.
+
+"Shall we literally have nothing left to eat?" asked Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"There's the pig!" suggested Solomon John.
+
+Yes, happily, the pigsty was at the end of the wood-house, and could
+be reached under cover.
+
+But some of the family could not eat fresh pork.
+
+"We should have to 'corn' part of him," said Agamemnon.
+
+"My butcher has always told me," said Mrs. Peterkin, "that if I wanted
+a ham I must keep a pig. Now we have the pig, but have not the ham!"
+
+"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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The little boys looked serious; they were fond of their pig.
+
+"If we had only decided to keep a cow," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"Alas! yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "one learns a great many things too
+late!"
+
+"Then we might have had ice-cream all the time!" exclaimed the little
+boys.
+
+Indeed, the little boys, in spite of the prospect of starving, were
+quite pleasantly excited at the idea of being snowed-up, and hurried
+through their breakfasts that they might go and try to shovel out a
+path from one of the doors.
+
+"I ought to know more about the water-pipes," said Mr. Peterkin. "Now,
+I shut off the water last night in the bath-room, or else I forgot to;
+and I ought to have shut it off in the cellar."
+
+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 to-day," said Mr. Peterkin, "is not to
+have all the doors on one side of the house, because the storm blows
+the snow against _all_ the doors."
+
+Solomon John started up.
+
+"Let us see if we are blocked up on the east side of the house!" he
+exclaimed.
+
+"Of what use," asked Mr. Peterkin, "since we have no door on the east
+side?"
+
+"We could cut one," said Solomon John.
+
+"Yes, we could cut a door," exclaimed Agamemnon.
+
+"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 semi-detached
+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 the house, the house itself
+must keep the snow from the other side."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 dumb-waiter.
+
+"What part of the wall had we better attack?" asked Mr. Peterkin.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was alarmed.
+
+"What will Mr. Mudge, the owner of the house, think of it?" she
+exclaimed. "Have we a right to injure the wall of the house?"
+
+"It is right to preserve ourselves from starving," said Mr. Peterkin.
+"The drowning man must snatch at a straw!"
+
+"It is better that he should find his house chopped a little when the
+thaw comes," said Elizabeth Eliza, "than that he should find us lying
+about the house, dead of hunger, upon the floor."
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was partially convinced.
+
+The little boys came in to warm their hands. They had not succeeded in
+opening the side door, and were planning trying to open the door from
+the wood-house to the garden.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 onions."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The little boys were delighted with the plan, and hastened to
+find,--one, a little hatchet, and the other a gimlet. Even Amanda
+armed herself with a poker.
+
+"It would be better to begin on the ground floor," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Except that we may meet with a stone foundation," said Solomon John.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"If the wall is thinner upstairs," said Agamemnon, "it will do as well
+to cut a window as a door, and haul up anything the butcher may bring
+below in his cart."
+
+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 days and
+days of secret labor.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mrs. Peterkin, even, had come with a pair of tongs in her hand. She
+was interrupted by a voice behind her.
+
+"Here's your leg of mutton, marm!"
+
+It was the butcher. How had he got in?
+
+"Excuse me, marm, for coming in at the side door, but the back gate is
+kinder blocked up. You were making such a pounding I could not make
+anybody hear me knock at the side door."
+
+"But how did you make a path to the door?" asked Mr. Peterkin. "You
+must have been working at it a long time. It must be near noon now."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"I'm about on regular time," answered the butcher. "The town team has
+cleared out the high road, and the wind has been down the last
+half-hour. The storm is over."
+
+True enough! The Peterkins had been so busy inside the house they had
+not noticed the ceasing of the storm outside.
+
+"And we were all up an hour earlier than usual," said Mr. Peterkin,
+when the butcher left. He had not explained to the butcher why he had
+a pickaxe in his hand.
+
+"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."
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO KEEP A COW.
+
+
+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 healthy.
+
+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
+snow-storm, and the water-pipes burst, and the milk was frozen. If the
+cow-shed could open out of the wood-shed such trouble might be
+prevented.
+
+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 whooping-cough in the course of the
+winter. The little boys thought they knew how already.
+
+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."
+
+"That will be admirable," thought Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"And custards," suggested Solomon John.
+
+"And syllabub," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"And cocoa-nut cakes," exclaimed the little boys.
+
+"We don't need the milk for cocoa-nut cakes," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The little boys thought they might have a cocoa-nut tree instead of a
+cow. You could have the milk from the cocoa-nuts, and it would be
+pleasant climbing the tree, and you would not have to feed it.
+
+"Yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "we shall have to feed the cow."
+
+"Where shall we pasture her?" asked Agamemnon.
+
+"Up on the hills, up on the hills," exclaimed the little boys, "where
+there are a great many bars to take down, and huckleberry-bushes!"
+
+Mr. Peterkin had been thinking of their own little lot behind the
+house.
+
+"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 left for to-morrow, unless the
+grass grew fast enough every night."
+
+Agamemnon said it would depend upon the season. In a rainy season the
+grass would come up very fast, in a drought it might not grow at all.
+
+"I suppose," said Mrs. Peterkin, "that is the worst of having a
+cow,--there 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, opposite them, eat up in a day.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 time; a part of the time she would be chewing."
+
+The little boys thought they should like nothing better than to have
+some sticks, and keep the cow in one corner of the yard till the
+calculations were made.
+
+But Elizabeth Eliza was afraid the Bromwicks would not like it.
+
+"Of course, it would bring all the boys in the school about the place,
+and very likely they would make the cow angry."
+
+Agamemnon recalled that Mr. Bromwick once wanted to hire Mr.
+Peterkin's lot for his cow.
+
+Mr. Peterkin started up.
+
+"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 cows."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 her jumping over the fence into the
+flower-beds."
+
+Mr. Peterkin declared that he should buy a cow of the quietest kind.
+
+"I should think something might be done about covering her horns,"
+said Mrs. 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 knocking you over.
+
+The little boys would prefer having the pasture a great way off. Half
+the fun of having a cow would be going up on the hills after her.
+
+Agamemnon thought the feed was not so good on the hills.
+
+"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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 yard just as I was coming
+home of an afternoon."
+
+"That is true," said Mr. Peterkin; "we can have the door of the
+cow-house open directly into the pasture, and save the coming and
+going."
+
+The little boys were quite disappointed. The cow would miss the
+exercise, and they would lose a great pleasure.
+
+Solomon John suggested that they might sit on the fence and watch the
+cow.
+
+It was decided to keep the cow in their own pasture; and, as they were
+to put on an end kitchen, it would be perfectly easy to build a dairy.
+
+The cow proved a quiet one. She was a little excited when all the
+family stood round at the first milking, and watched her slowly
+walking into the shed.
+
+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 milk-pans,
+of every size.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But there was a little disappointment about the taste of the milk.
+
+The little boys liked it, and drank large mugs of it. Elizabeth Eliza
+said she could never learn to love milk warm from the cow, though she
+would like to do her best to patronize the cow.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was afraid Amanda did not understand about taking care
+of the milk; yet she had been down to overlook her, and she was sure
+the pans and the closet were all clean.
+
+"Suppose we send a pitcher of cream over to the lady from Philadelphia
+to try," said Elizabeth Eliza; "it will be a pretty attention before
+she goes."
+
+"It might be awkward if she didn't like it," said Solomon John.
+"Perhaps something is the matter with the grass."
+
+"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 to taste the milk.
+
+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."
+
+The lady from Philadelphia asked where the milk was kept.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"In the new dairy," answered Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"Is that in a cool place?" asked the lady from Philadelphia.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza explained it was close by the new kitchen.
+
+"Is it near the chimney?" inquired the lady from Philadelphia.
+
+"It is directly back of the chimney and the new kitchen range,"
+replied Elizabeth Eliza. "I suppose it is too hot!"
+
+"Well, well!" said Mrs. Peterkin, "that is it! Last winter the milk
+froze, and now we have gone to the other extreme! Where shall we put
+our dairy?"
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS' CHRISTMAS-TREE.
+
+
+Early in the autumn the Peterkins began to prepare for their
+Christmas-tree. Everything was done in great privacy, as it was to be
+a surprise to the neighbors, as well as to the rest of the family. Mr.
+Peterkin had been up to Mr. Bromwick's wood-lot, 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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+At length Mr. Peterkin had it cut down and brought secretly into the
+Larkins' barn. A week or two before Christmas a measurement was made
+of it with Elizabeth Eliza's yard-measure. To Mr. Peterkin's great
+dismay it was discovered that it was too high to stand in the back
+parlor.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 dizzy, and the candles would
+drip.
+
+But a brilliant idea came to Mr. Peterkin. He proposed that the
+ceiling of the parlor should be raised to make room for the top of the
+tree.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza thought the space would need to be quite large. It
+must not be like a small box, or you could not see the tree.
+
+"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 lift up a ridge across the room at the back part where
+the tree was to stand. 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 sea-sickness. She thought she should
+like it, for a rarity. She might use it for a divan.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin thought it would come in the worn place of the carpet,
+and might be a convenience in making the carpet over.
+
+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 jobs.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 rocking-chair, 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 satisfy all the
+family, and the chairs were made uniformly of the same height.
+
+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 folding-doors 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 hole in
+her floor that might be dangerous.
+
+All this delighted the little boys. They could not understand what was
+going on. Perhaps they suspected a Christmas-tree, but they did not
+know why a Christmas-tree should have so many chips, and were still
+more astonished at the hump that appeared in Elizabeth Eliza's room.
+It must be a Christmas present, or else the tree in a box.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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, and under the stairs, and in the corners of the entry.
+
+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 inside the room.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza meanwhile went into town a number of times. She wanted
+to consult Amanda as to how much ice-cream 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 padding on the ceiling for fear of accidents.
+
+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 on
+a neat box.
+
+But what were they to put upon the tree?
+
+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, according to the directions;
+but there was so little wax!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+they were for.
+
+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 sugar-plums," 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 had bumped it pretty badly, too."
+
+Mr. Peterkin wished he had taken, instead of a fir-tree, an apple-tree
+he had seen in October, full of red fruit.
+
+"But the leaves would have fallen off by this time," said Elizabeth
+Eliza.
+
+"And the apples, too," said Solomon John.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 Christmas-trees; but I knew the little boys were making the
+gilt apples; there were plenty of candles in the shops, but I knew
+Solomon John was making the candles."
+
+Mr. Peterkin thought it was quite natural.
+
+Solomon John wondered if it were too late for them to go into town
+now.
+
+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.
+Besides, they would want to try the candles to-night.
+
+Mr. Peterkin asked if the presents everybody had been preparing would
+not answer. But Elizabeth Eliza knew they would be too heavy.
+
+A gloom came over the room. There was only a flickering gleam from one
+of Solomon John's candles that he had lighted by way of trial.
+
+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 would not leave time to do anything and come back.
+
+"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
+calcium light! Solomon John's candle sputtered and went out.
+
+At this moment there was a loud knocking at the front door. The little
+boys, and the small cousins, and the uncles and aunts, and Mrs.
+Peterkin, hastened to see what was the matter.
+
+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 the small cousins were sure they had seen
+Santa Claus himself.
+
+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
+Christmas-tree, and had filled this box with all that would be needed.
+
+It was opened directly. There was every kind of gilt hanging-thing,
+from gilt pea-pods to butterflies on springs. There were shining flags
+and lanterns, and bird-cages, 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 Philadelphia
+bonbons!
+
+Elizabeth Eliza and Solomon John could scarcely keep from screaming.
+The little boys and the small cousins knocked on the folding-doors to
+ask what was the matter.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 to invite all the neighbors
+to-night, and have the tree on Christmas Eve!"
+
+And so it was that the Peterkins had their Christmas-tree the day
+before, and on Christmas night could go and visit their neighbors.
+
+
+
+
+MRS. PETERKIN'S TEA-PARTY.
+
+
+Twas important to have a tea-party, as they had all been invited by
+everybody,--the 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 but twelve cups and saucers in
+the best set.
+
+"There are seven of _us_, to begin with," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"We need not all drink tea," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"I never do," said Solomon John. The little boys never did.
+
+"And we could have coffee, too," suggested Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"That would take as many cups," objected Agamemnon.
+
+"We could use the every-day 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."
+
+"There are but six cups in the every-day set," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The little boys said there were plenty of saucers; and Mr. Peterkin
+agreed with Elizabeth Eliza that all would not come. Old Mr. Jeffers
+never went out.
+
+"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 more.
+
+"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 pound. But Mr. Peterkin
+determined on a chest of tea and a bag of coffee.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So they decided to give the invitations to all. It might be a stormy
+evening, and some would be prevented.
+
+The lady from Philadelphia and her daughters accepted.
+
+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, and Mary Osborne an aunt, that they took the liberty to bring.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 tell their mother that
+more were coming. 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 the long sofa.
+
+All the Jefferses came, though they had sent uncertain answers. Old
+Mr. Jeffers had to be helped in, with his cane, by Mr. Peterkin.
+
+The Gibbons boys came, and would stand just outside the parlor door.
+And Juliana appeared afterward, with the two other sisters,
+unexpectedly home from the West.
+
+"Got home this morning!" they said. "And so glad to be in time to see
+everybody,--a little tired, to be sure, after forty-eight hours in a
+sleeping-car!"
+
+"Forty-eight!" repeated Mrs. Peterkin; and wondered if there were
+forty-eight people, and why they were all so glad to come, and whether
+all could sit down.
+
+Old Mr. and Mrs. Bromwick came. They thought it would not be
+neighborly to stay away. They insisted on getting into the most
+uncomfortable seats.
+
+Yet there seemed to be seats enough while the Gibbons boys preferred
+to stand. But they never could sit round a tea-table. Elizabeth Eliza
+had thought they all might have room at the table, and Solomon John
+and the little boys could help in the waiting.
+
+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 aunt,--that 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 introduced to the Bromwicks.
+
+It was delightful for the little boys. They came to Elizabeth Eliza,
+and asked:--
+
+"Can't we go and ask more? Can't we fetch the Larkins?"
+
+"Oh, dear, no!" answered Elizabeth Eliza. "I can't even count them."
+
+Mrs. Peterkin found time to meet Elizabeth Eliza in the side entry, to
+ask if there were going to be cups enough.
+
+"I have set Agamemnon in the front entry to count,"' said Elizabeth
+Eliza, putting her hand to her head.
+
+The little boys came to say that the Maberlys were coming.
+
+"The Maberlys!" exclaimed Elizabeth Eliza. "I never asked them."
+
+"It is your father's doing," cried Mrs. Peterkin. "I do believe he
+asked everybody he saw!" And she hurried back to her guests.
+
+"What if father really has asked everybody?" Elizabeth Eliza said to
+herself, pressing her head again with her hand.
+
+There were the cow and the pig. But if they all took tea or coffee, or
+both, the cups could _not_ go round.
+
+Agamemnon returned in the midst of her agony.
+
+[Illustration: MRS. PETERKIN'S TEA-PARTY.--Page 76.]
+
+He had not been able to count the guests, they moved about so, they
+talked so; and it would not look well to appear to count.
+
+"What shall we do?" exclaimed Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"We are not a family for an emergency," said Agamemnon.
+
+"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 there! Could not you
+go in and ask, just as if you wanted to know?"
+
+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 encyclopædia or
+the dictionary; they are such a help sometimes!"
+
+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
+them,--he knew they were men for emergencies.
+
+He ran up to his room, and met Solomon John coming down with chairs.
+
+"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, and they never will do!"
+
+Agamemnon kept on to his own room, to consult his books. If only he
+could invent something on the spur of the moment,--a 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 came to tell him that
+Elizabeth Eliza wanted him.
+
+The little boys had been busy thinking. They proposed that the
+tea-table, 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 they had.
+
+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 cups."
+
+And so she began to pour out, and to send round the sandwiches, and
+the tea, and the coffee. Let things go as far as they would!
+
+The little boys took the sugar and cream.
+
+"As soon as they have done drinking bring back the cups and saucers to
+be washed," she said to the Gibbons boys and the little boys.
+
+This was an idea of Mary Osborne's.
+
+But what was their surprise that the more they poured out the more
+cups they seemed to have! Elizabeth Eliza took the coffee, and Mary
+Osborne the tea. Amanda brought fresh cups from the kitchen.
+
+"I can't understand it," Elizabeth Eliza said to Amanda. "Do they come
+back to you round through the piazza? Surely there are more cups than
+there were!"
+
+Her surprise was greater when some of them proved to be coffee-cups
+that matched the set! And they never had had coffee-cups.
+
+Solomon John came in at this moment, breathless with triumph.
+
+"Solomon John!" Elizabeth Eliza exclaimed; "I cannot understand the
+cups!"
+
+"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 answered, as quick as she could."
+
+"She must have guessed," interrupted Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"That may be," said Solomon John. "But I whispered to Ann Maria
+Bromwick,--she was standing by,--and she took me straight over into
+their closet, and old Mr. Bromwick bought this set just where we
+bought ours. And they had a coffee-set, too"--
+
+"You mean where our father and mother bought them. We were not born,"
+said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"It is all the same," said Solomon John. "They match exactly."
+
+So they did, and more and more came in.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza exclaimed:--
+
+"And Agamemnon says we are not a family for emergencies!"
+
+"Ann Maria was very good about it," said Solomon John; "and quick,
+too. And old Mrs. Bromwick has kept all her set of two dozen coffee
+and tea cups!"
+
+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 now!"
+
+She thought of the cow, and she thought of the pig, and she poured on.
+
+No trouble, except about the chairs. She looked into the room; all
+seemed to be sitting down, even her mother. No, her father was
+standing, talking to Mr. 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 was talking and laughing, except those who were listening.
+
+Mr. Peterkin broke away, to bring back his cup and another for more
+coffee.
+
+"It's a great success, Elizabeth Eliza," he whispered. "The coffee is
+admirable, and plenty of cups. We asked none too many. I should not
+mind having a tea-party every week."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 to be done after tea?
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS TOO LATE FOR THE EXHIBITION.
+
+
+_Dramatis Personæ._--Amanda (friend of Elizabeth Eliza), Amanda's
+mother, girls of the graduating class, Mrs. Peterkin, Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+AMANDA [_coming in with a few graduates_].
+
+Mother, the exhibition is over, and I have brought the whole class
+home to the collation.
+
+MOTHER.--The whole class! But I only expected a few.
+
+AMANDA.--The rest are coming. I brought Julie, and Clara, and Sophie
+with me. [_A voice is heard._] Here are the rest.
+
+MOTHER.--Why, no. It is Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza!
+
+AMANDA.--Too late for the exhibition. Such a shame! But in time for
+the collation.
+
+MOTHER [_to herself_].--If the ice-cream will go round.
+
+_Amanda._--But what made you so late? Did you miss the train? This is
+Elizabeth Eliza, girls,--you have heard me speak of her. What a pity
+you were too late!
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--We tried to come; we did our best.
+
+MOTHER.--Did you miss the train? Didn't you get my postal-card?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--We had nothing to do with the train.
+
+AMANDA.--You don't mean you walked?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--Oh, no, indeed!
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--We came in a horse and carryall.
+
+JULIA.--I always wondered how anybody could come in a horse!
+
+AMANDA.--You are too foolish, Julie. They came in the carryall part.
+But didn't you start in time?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--It all comes from the carryall being so hard to turn.
+I told Mr. Peterkin we should get into trouble with one of those
+carryalls that don't turn easy.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--They turn easy enough in the stable, so you can't
+tell.
+
+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
+Boston.
+
+MOTHER.--And you tipped over in turning round! Oh, what an accident!
+
+AMANDA.--And the little boys,--where are they? Are they killed?
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--The little boys are all safe. We left them at the
+Pringles', with Solomon John.
+
+MOTHER.--But what did happen?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--We started the wrong way.
+
+MOTHER.--You lost your way, after all?
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--No; we knew the way well enough.
+
+AMANDA.--It's as plain as a pikestaff!
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--No; we had the horse faced in the wrong
+direction,--toward Providence.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--And mother was afraid to have me turn, and we kept
+on and on till we should reach a wide place.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--I thought we should come to a road that would veer off
+to the right or left, and bring us back to the right direction.
+
+MOTHER.--Could not you all get out and turn the thing round?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--Why, no; if it had broken down we should not have been
+in anything, and could not have gone anywhere.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--Yes, I have always heard it was best to stay in the
+carriage, whatever happens.
+
+JULIA.--But nothing seemed to happen.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--Oh, yes; we met one man after another, and we asked
+the way to Boston.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--And all they would say was, "Turn right round,--you
+are on the road to Providence."
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--As if we could turn right round! That was just what we
+couldn't.
+
+MOTHER.--You don't mean you kept on all the way to Providence?
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--Oh, dear, no! We kept on and on, till we met a man
+with a black hand-bag,--black leather, I should say.
+
+JULIA.--He must have been a book-agent.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--I dare say he was; his bag seemed heavy. He set it on
+a stone.
+
+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 it; they bought books for the look of the thing.
+
+AMANDA.--Now, that was illiterate; he never could have graduated. I
+hope, Elizabeth Eliza, you had nothing to do with that man.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--Very likely it was not the same one.
+
+MOTHER.--Did he have a kind of pepper-and-salt suit, with one of the
+buttons worn?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--I noticed one of the buttons was off.
+
+AMANDA.--We're off the subject. Did you buy his book?
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--He never offered us his book.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--He told us the same story,--we were going to
+Providence; if we wanted to go to Boston we must turn directly round.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--I told him I couldn't; but he took the horse's head,
+and the first thing I knew--
+
+AMANDA.--He had yanked you round!
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--I screamed; I couldn't help it!
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--I was glad when it was over!
+
+MOTHER.--Well, well; it shows the disadvantage of starting wrong.
+
+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 never got the diploma myself. I came
+near it.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--Somehow, Elizabeth Eliza never succeeded. I think
+there was partiality about the promotions.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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'
+questions.
+
+JULIA.--It's odd how the other girls always have the easiest
+questions.
+
+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.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--I'll try.
+
+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, Amanda,--the name is rather long.
+
+AMANDA.--It can't be Nebuchadnezzar, can it?--that is one of the
+longest names I know.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA. Oh, dear, no!
+
+JULIA.--Perhaps it's Cleopatra.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--It does begin with a "C,"--only he was a boy.
+
+AMANDA.--That's a pity, for it might be "We are seven," only that is a
+girl. Some of them were boys.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--It begins about a boy--if I could only think where
+he was. I can't remember.
+
+AMANDA.--Perhaps he "stood upon the burning deck"?
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--That's just it; I knew he stood somewhere.
+
+AMANDA.--Casabianca! Now begin--go ahead.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--
+
+    "The boy stood on the burning deck,
+      When--when"--
+
+I can't think who stood there with him.
+
+JULIA.--If the deck was burning, it must have been on fire. I guess
+the rest ran away, or jumped into boats.
+
+AMANDA.--That's just it:--
+
+    "Whence all but him had fled."
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--I think I can say it now.
+
+    "The boy stood on the burning deck,
+      Whence all but him had fled"--
+
+[_She hesitates._] Then I think he went--
+
+JULIA.--Of course, he fled after the rest.
+
+AMANDA.--Dear, no! That's the point. He didn't.
+
+    "The flames rolled on, he would not go
+      Without his father's word."
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--Oh, yes. Now I can say it.
+
+    "The boy stood on the burning deck,
+      Whence all but him had fled;
+    The flames rolled on, he would not go
+      Without his father's word."
+
+But it used to rhyme. I don't know what has happened to it.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--Elizabeth Eliza is very particular about the rhymes.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--It must be "without his father's _head_," or,
+perhaps, "without his father _said_" he should.
+
+JULIA.--I think you must have omitted something.
+
+AMANDA.--She has left out ever so much!
+
+MOTHER.--Perhaps it's as well to omit some, for the ice-cream has
+come, and you must all come down.
+
+AMANDA.--And here are the rest of the girls; and let us all unite in a
+song!
+
+[_Exeunt omnes singing._]
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS CELEBRATE THE FOURTH OF JULY.
+
+
+The day began early.
+
+A compact had been made with the little boys the evening before.
+
+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 the family were downstairs.
+
+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 half-past three o'clock,
+a terrible blast of the horns aroused the whole family.
+
+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 not well, and her doctor had prescribed quiet.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And the number of the horns was most remarkable! It was as though
+every cow in the place had arisen and was blowing through both her own
+horns!
+
+"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 put himself to sleep. Alas! the counting could not put him to sleep
+now, in such a din.
+
+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 not Elizabeth Eliza stop them?
+
+And certainly it was long before sunrise; there was no dawn to be
+seen!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"We will not try this plan again," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"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 bed the night
+before. This accounted for the number of horns.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 pillow-fight, that kept the family below partially awake
+until the bells and cannon made known the dawning of the glorious
+day,--the sunrise, or "the rising of the sons," as Mr. Peterkin
+jocosely called it when they heard the little boys and their friends
+clattering down the stairs to begin the outside festivities.
+
+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 "flag-root," 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
+sick-headache, or whether it was all the noise, and she was just
+deciding it was the sick-headache, but was falling into a light
+slumber, when the fresh noise outside began.
+
+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 Chinese crackers also.
+
+And, in despair of sleep, the family came down to breakfast.
+
+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 sugar-plums she was sure
+some of the children would swallow them, and explode before anybody
+knew it.
+
+She was very timid about other things. She was not sure even about
+pea-nuts. Everybody exclaimed over this: "Surely there was no danger
+in pea-nuts!" 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 pea-nut stands, where they had machines
+to roast the pea-nuts. She did not think it was safe. They might go
+off any time, in the midst of a crowd of people, too!
+
+Mr. Peterkin thought there actually was no danger, and he should be
+sorry to give up the pea-nut. 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.
+
+Agamemnon thought it a simple joy.
+
+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
+noise,--only she did not want any gunpowder brought into the house.
+
+The little boys had begun by firing some torpedoes a few days
+beforehand, that their mother might be used to the sound, and had
+selected their horns some weeks before.
+
+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 are,--saltpetre,
+charcoal, and sulphur. Charcoal, he discovered, they had in the
+wood-house; 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 materials had never yet exploded in the
+house, and she was quieted.
+
+Agamemnon, meanwhile, remembered a recipe he had read somewhere for
+making a "fulminating paste" of iron-filings and powder of brimstone.
+He had written it down on a piece of paper in his pocket-book. But the
+iron filings must be finely powdered. This they began upon a day or
+two before, and the very afternoon before laid out some of the paste
+on the piazza.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Pin-wheels and rockets were contributed by Mr. Peterkin for the
+evening. According to a programme drawn up by Agamemnon and Solomon
+John, the reading of the Declaration of Independence was to take place
+in the morning, on the piazza, under the flags.
+
+The Bromwicks brought over their flag to hang over the door.
+
+"That is what the lady from Philadelphia meant," explained Elizabeth
+Eliza.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 of--when, in the course of--when, in the course
+of human--when in the course of human events--when, in the course of
+human events, it becomes--when, in the course of human events, it
+becomes necessary--when, 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.
+
+And now the noon bells rang and the noon bells ceased.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 saltpetre, for the fireworks!
+
+Well, they had a pig; so she took a ham, and the boys had bought
+tamarinds and buns and a cocoa-nut. So the company stayed on, and when
+the Antiques and Horribles passed again they were treated to pea-nuts
+and lemonade.
+
+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 alley-ways
+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 went up, but you
+were never sure where they came down.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And then came a fresh tumult! All the fire-engines in town rushed
+toward them, clanging with bells, men and boys yelling! They were out
+for a practice, and for a Fourth-of-July show.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin thought the house was on fire, and so did some of the
+guests. 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 looking-glasses 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 looking-glasses. But she met with a
+difficulty,--there 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 thrown out.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 much celebrated.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Elizabeth Eliza's kettles and pans had come down through the windows
+with a crash, that had only added to the festivities, the little boys
+thought.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 sweet-marjoram pots, tin cans filled with
+crackers which were lighted, went off with great explosions.
+
+At the most exciting moment, near the close of the reading, Agamemnon,
+with an expression of terror, pulled Solomon John aside.
+
+"I have suddenly remembered where I read about the 'fulminating paste'
+we made. 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 fulminating paste?_"
+
+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 mother had taken
+potash for a medicine.
+
+He still held the parcel as he read from Agamemnon's book: "This
+paste, when it has lain together about twenty-six hours, will _of
+itself_ take fire, and burn all the sulphur away with a blue flame and
+a bad smell."
+
+"Where is the paste?" repeated Solomon John, in terror.
+
+"We made it just twenty-six hours ago," said Agamemnon.
+
+"We put it on the piazza," exclaimed Solomon John, rapidly recalling
+the facts, "and it is in front of our mother's feet!"
+
+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 flame directly in front of
+Mrs. Peterkin!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 lilac-bush by the side of
+the piazza. She scarcely dared to open her eyes to see the scattered
+limbs about her.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+It was so with all. Even Ann Maria Bromwick clutched a pillar of the
+piazza, with closed eyes.
+
+At length Mr. Peterkin said, calmly, "Is anybody killed?"
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+No greater accident had occurred than the singeing of the tip of
+Solomon John's nose. But there was an unpleasant and terrible odor
+from the "fulminating paste."
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was extricated from the lilac-bush. No one knew how she
+got there. 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 all felt
+he had done enough.
+
+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 spoonful of potash.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS' PICNIC.
+
+
+There was some doubt about the weather. Solomon John looked at the
+"Probabilities"; there were to be "areas of rain" in the New England
+States.
+
+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
+met Ann Maria Bromwick, who was to go, much surprised not to find them
+ready.
+
+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 arrived, and so Mr. Peterkin had the horse put into the
+carryall.
+
+A basket had been kept on the back piazza for some days, where anybody
+could put anything that would be needed for the picnic as soon as it
+was thought of. 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 could
+all come back.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 fishing-poles; 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 new india-rubber boots, bought for the occasion.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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! Elizabeth Eliza forgot her
+water-proof, and had to go back for her veil, and Mr. Peterkin came
+near forgetting his umbrella.
+
+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 dinner,--and there was the
+butcher's cart! But now they must think of everything.
+
+At last she was put into the carryall, and Mr. Peterkin in front to
+drive. Twice they started, and twice they found something was left
+behind,--the 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 shrieked, "The basket of things was left
+behind!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 started off and went down the street without him!
+
+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 Bromwicks drove out of their yard, in their buggy, and took him
+in.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The consultation went on. Should they go to Cherry Swamp, or Lonetown
+Hill? You had the view if you went to Lonetown Hill, but maybe the
+drive to Cherry Swamp was prettier.
+
+Somebody suggested asking the lady from Philadelphia, as the picnic
+was got up for her.
+
+But where was she?
+
+"I declare," said Mr. Peterkin, "I forgot to stop for her!" The whole
+picnic there, and no lady from Philadelphia!
+
+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 noticed, and the wagon had followed on behind.
+
+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 not better give it all up?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 her
+daughters, for there was a driver in the wagon besides Solomon John.
+
+Ann Maria Bromwick said it was so late by this time they might as well
+stop and have the picnic on the Common! But the question was put
+again, Where should they go?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The lady from Philadelphia decided for Strawberry Nook,--it sounded
+inviting. 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 mistake,--to have a party for a person, and then go
+without her; but she knew they would forget something! She wished they
+had not called it their picnic.
+
+There was another bother! Mr. Peterkin stopped. "Was anything broke?"
+exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin. "Was something forgotten?" asked the lady
+from Philadelphia.
+
+No! But Mr. Peterkin didn't know the way; and here he was leading all
+the party, and a long row of carriages following.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They all 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 direction, but they could bring the party round to it
+through the meadows.
+
+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
+on 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 everything up to the rocks. The large basket of "things" was
+very heavy. 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 Mr.
+Peterkin, and old Mr. Bromwick, it was got up the hill.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 table-cloth
+was spread,--for they did bring a table-cloth,--and 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 door-step. 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 against a rock.
+Mrs. Peterkin wondered if she forgot she had been forgotten.
+
+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 grass-opera!"
+
+Elizabeth Eliza said she knew a conundrum, a very funny one, one of
+her friends in Boston had told her. It was, "Why is----" It began,
+"Why is something like----"--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. Everybody started up, though no cloud was to be
+seen.
+
+There was a great looking for umbrellas and waterproofs. Then it
+appeared that Elizabeth Eliza had left hers, after all, though she had
+gone back for it twice. Mr. Peterkin knew he had not forgotten his
+umbrella, because he had put the whole umbrella-stand into the wagon,
+and it had been brought up the hill, but it proved to hold only the
+family canes!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There was a great cry for the "emergency basket," that had not been
+opened yet. 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 backgammon-board. "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 Encyclopædia. 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 pea-nuts, put in by the
+little boys, and Elizabeth Eliza's book of poetry, and a change of
+boots for Mr. Peterkin; a small foot-rug in case the ground should be
+damp; some paint-boxes of the little boys'; a box of fish-hooks for
+Solomon John; an ink-bottle, carefully done up in a great deal of
+newspaper, which was fortunate, as the ink was oozing out; some old
+magazines, and a blacking-bottle; and at the bottom a sun-dial. 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 Tremletts
+went down to the carriages.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The sun was shining brighter than ever, and Ann Maria insisted on
+setting up the sun-dial. 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 sun-dial 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.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS' CHARADES.
+
+
+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 water-trough needed on the town common, and
+the ladies of the place thought it ought to be something
+handsome,--something more than a common trough,--and 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 saved
+trouble.
+
+Still, how could they ask advice before they themselves knew what they
+wanted? 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
+water-trough, and then this idea of getting some money for it. So she
+began with writing to the lady from Philadelphia. The little boys
+believed she spent enough for it in postage-stamps before it all came
+out.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+water-trough,--tickets 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
+anything to frighten her mother. She had one word suggested by the
+lady from Philadelphia in her letters,--the one that had "Turk" in
+it,--but they ought to have two words.
+
+"Oh, yes," Ann Maria said, "you must have two words; if the people
+paid for their tickets they would want to get their money's worth."
+
+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
+water-taxes for "dues," and then have the little boys for Hindoos.
+
+A great many other words were talked of, but nothing seemed to suit.
+There was a curtain, too, to be thought of, because the folding-doors
+stuck when you tried to open and shut them. Agamemnon said that the
+Pan-Elocutionists had a curtain they would probably lend John Osborne,
+and so it was decided to ask John Osborne to help.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 things,--such odd caps
+and remarkable bonnets! Solomon John said they ought to have plenty of
+bandboxes; if you only had bandboxes enough a charade was sure to go
+off well; he had seen charades in Boston. Mrs. Peterkin said there
+were plenty in their attic, and the little boys brought down piles of
+them, and the back parlor was filled with costumes.
+
+Ann Maria said she could bring over more things if she only knew what
+they were going to act. Elizabeth Eliza told her to bring anything she
+had,--it would all come of use.
+
+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 Pan-Elocutionists 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 each!"
+
+"Seventy tickets sold!" exclaimed Agamemnon.
+
+"Seven dollars for the water-trough!" said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"And we do not know yet what we are going to act!" exclaimed Ann
+Maria.
+
+But everybody's attention had to be given to the scene that was going
+up in the background, borrowed from the Pan-Elocutionists. It was
+magnificent, and represented a forest.
+
+"Where are we going to put seventy people?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin,
+venturing, dismayed, into the heaps of shavings, and boards, and
+litter.
+
+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 assembled.
+
+"What are we going to act?" asked Ann Maria.
+
+"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 up rapidly.
+
+"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 word."
+
+"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!" exclaimed one of the little boys, coming in.
+"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 their 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 let Julia Fitch come where she can see," said another voice.
+
+"And we have not any words for them to hear or see!" exclaimed John
+Osborne, behind the curtain.
+
+"Oh, I wish we'd never determined to have charades!" exclaimed
+Elizabeth Eliza. "Can't we return the money?"
+
+"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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+John Osborne agreed to go in the first, hunting the "hin," or
+anything, and one of the little boys took the part of the hen, with
+the help of a feather duster. The bell rang, and the first scene
+began.
+
+It was a great success. John Osborne's Irish was perfect. Nobody
+guessed the word, for the hen crowed by mistake; but it received great
+applause.
+
+Mr. Peterkin came on in the second scene to receive the water-rates,
+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 be the effect intended, and it was loudly cheered.
+
+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 blankets and turbans.
+
+"I am thankful that is over," said Elizabeth Eliza, "for now we can
+act my word. Only I don't myself know the whole."
+
+"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 pea-nuts about, and scoffing at the master.
+
+"They'll guess that to be 'row,'" said John Osborne, in despair;
+"they'll never guess 'P'!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The next scene was gorgeous. Solomon John, as a Turk, reclined on John
+Osborne's army-blanket. He had on a turban, and a long beard, and all
+the family shawls. Ann Maria and Elizabeth Eliza were brought in to
+him, veiled, by the little boys in their Hindoo costumes.
+
+This was considered the great scene of the evening, though Elizabeth
+Eliza was sure she did not know what to do,--whether 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 Ann Maria
+fainted, and the scene closed.
+
+"What are we to do now?" asked John Osborne, warming up to the
+occasion.
+
+"We must have an 'inn' scene," said Elizabeth Eliza, consulting her
+letter; "two inns, if we can."
+
+"We will have some travellers disgusted with one inn, and going to
+another," said John Osborne.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Now is the time for the bandboxes," said Solomon John, who, since his
+Turk scene was over, could give his attention to the rest of the
+charade.
+
+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, hand-bags, umbrellas, and
+bandboxes. Bandbox after bandbox appeared, and when Agamemnon sat down
+upon his the applause was immense. At last the curtain fell.
+
+"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 the letter.
+
+"Listen, they are guessing," said John Osborne. "'_D-ice-box._' 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 know it ourselves?"
+
+"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 front of all, half kneeling, were the little boys, in their
+india-rubber boots.
+
+The audience rose to an exclamation of delight, "The Peterkins!"
+"P-Turk-Inns!"
+
+It was not until this moment that Elizabeth Eliza guessed the whole.
+
+"What a tableau!" exclaimed Mr. Bromwick; "the Peterkin family
+guessing their own charade."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS ARE OBLIGED TO MOVE.
+
+
+Agamemnon had long felt it an impropriety to live in a house that was
+called a "semi-detached" house, when there was no other "semi" to it.
+It had always remained wholly detached, as the owner had never built
+the other half. Mrs. Peterkin felt this was not a sufficient reason
+for undertaking the terrible process of a move to another house, when
+they were fully satisfied with the one they were in.
+
+But a more powerful reason forced them to go. The track of a new
+railroad had to be carried directly through the place, and a station
+was to be built on that very spot.
+
+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 of the direction.
+
+But when the track was actually laid by the side of the house, and the
+steam-engine of the construction train puffed and screamed under the
+dining-room windows, and the engineer calmly looked in to see what the
+family had for dinner, she felt, indeed, that they must move.
+
+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
+tan-pit; another was too much in the middle of the town, next door to
+a machine-shop. 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 there was more danger of burglars with so
+many doors. Agamemnon wanted an observatory, and Solomon John a shed
+for a workshop. If he could have carpenters' tools and a workbench he
+could build an observatory, if it were wanted.
+
+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 doors,--too 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 consoled 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 every day.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And everybody was glad a selection was made, and the little boys
+carried their india-rubber boots the very first afternoon.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration: THE PETERKINS ARE MOVED.--Page 126.]
+
+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 dining-room 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
+dining-room furniture should be moved the third day, by which time one
+of the old parlor carpets would be down in the new dining-room, 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." And Agamemnon made a copy of the
+programme for each member of the family.
+
+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 her father, Agamemnon, and Solomon John,
+to decide upon them.
+
+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 if they could have
+read it if they had looked at it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mr. Peterkin had ordered the carters to come; but he had no idea they
+would come so early, and supposed it would take them a long time to
+fill the carts.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But they had taken the dining-room sideboard first,--a heavy piece of
+furniture,--and all its contents were now on the dining-room 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 Encyclopædia, 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 the
+end of a sofa.
+
+"It would have been better to buy the red and blue carpet," said
+Solomon John.
+
+"Is not the carpet bought?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin. And then they
+were obliged to confess they had been unable to decide upon one, and
+had come back to consult Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"What shall we do?" asked Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+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 Encyclopædia. Mr. Peterkin offered a helping hand to a
+man lifting a wardrobe.
+
+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 doubt; but they had supposed
+they might prefer one from Boston.
+
+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. Peterkin's "quiet hour"? Elizabeth Eliza was frantic; the
+dining-room 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 their offers, and the rest
+should get something to eat at the baker's.
+
+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, and across the piazza,
+and to the door. But it was locked, and she had no keys!
+
+"Agamemnon, did you bring the keys?" she exclaimed.
+
+No, he had not seen them since the morning,--when--ah!--yes, the
+little boys were allowed to go to the house for their india-rubber
+boots, as there was a threatening of rain. Perhaps they had left some
+door unfastened--perhaps they had put the keys under the door-mat. No,
+each door, each window, was solidly closed, and there was no mat!
+
+"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 lunch to school, and
+not come home at noon.
+
+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 with, had come down from
+the attic, and stood against the front door.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 carpet-woman 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 carpet-woman went off in dudgeon,
+for she was sure there would not be time enough to do anything.
+
+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 dining-room, 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 upstairs.
+
+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 oil-cloth. 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 oil-cloth and carrying it off 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 dining-room 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 dining-room china.
+
+They were up in the attic, they were down in the cellar. Even one
+suggested to take the tacks out of the parlor carpets, as they should
+want to take them next. Mrs. Peterkin sunk upon a kitchen chair.
+
+"Oh, I wish we had decided to stay and be moved in the house!" she
+exclaimed.
+
+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, "There is nothing left," and meekly consented to be led
+away.
+
+They reached the new house to find Mr. Peterkin sitting calmly in a
+rocking chair 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 horse-chestnut 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 table,--there
+was nothing to lay upon it; for the knives and plates and spoons had
+not come, and although the tables were there they were covered with
+chairs and boxes.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 moved! we are moved!"
+
+Mrs. Peterkin looked sadly round; the kitchen utensils were lying on
+the parlor lounge, and an old family gun on Elizabeth Eliza's hat-box.
+The parlor clock stood on a barrel; some coal-scuttles had been placed
+on the parlor table, a bust of Washington stood in the door-way, and
+the looking-glasses leaned against the pillars of the piazza. But they
+were moved! Mrs. Peterkin felt, indeed, that they were very much
+moved.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO LEARN THE LANGUAGES.
+
+
+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
+course they would then have more time.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza recalled the troubles of the old house; how for a long
+time she was obliged to sit outside of the window upon the piazza,
+when she wanted to play on her piano.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin reminded them of the difficulty about the table-cloths.
+The upper table-cloth was kept in a trunk that had to stand in front
+of the door to the closet under the stairs. But the under table-cloth
+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 closet-door (as the under table-cloth
+must be taken out first), then the trunk was pushed back to make room
+for it to be opened for the upper table-cloth, and, after all, it was
+necessary to push the trunk away again to open the closet-door for the
+knife-tray. This always consumed a great deal of time.
+
+Now that the china-closet was large enough, everything could find a
+place in it.
+
+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 Encyclopædia 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 it downstairs, or else it
+was the other way."
+
+Of course, now there were more conveniences for study. With the books
+all in one room there would be no time wasted in looking for them.
+
+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 himself master all the Eastern
+languages and Russian.
+
+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 across the Atlantic, and she
+was sure it did not look like it now.
+
+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 little on the way out and in.
+
+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 branch out into the other languages afterward.
+
+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
+side-stands. 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
+was afraid it would be like the Tower of Babel, and hoped it was all
+right.
+
+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, because he could
+not even tell him what he wanted.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza thought a great deal might be done by signs and
+pantomime. 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 as well to wait and cultivate the languages.
+
+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 lessons, and not lunch.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was not sure but she ought to prepare a lunch for them,
+if they had come all that way; but she certainly did not know what
+they were accustomed to eat.
+
+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 beer-soup 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
+cheered by the odor.
+
+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
+"brand-new 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 card-case, 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 there was no new teacher of that
+language lately arrived.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 mistake to
+have invited the Turk!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 could not be
+put together, and more crowd collected!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+behind did not utter a word.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 the
+Frenchman and Russian apart.
+
+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 polite.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Elizabeth Eliza, meanwhile, was trying her grammar phrases with the
+Parisian. 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._" "_As-tu 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
+_déjeûner_,--that means breakfast!"
+
+"They have not had their breakfast!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, looking
+at her Spaniard; "he does look hungry! What shall we do?"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 the Parisian?
+
+"We must give them something to eat," said Mr. Peterkin, in a low
+tone. "It would calm them."
+
+"If I only knew what they were used to eating," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+Solomon John suggested that none of them knew what the others were
+used to eating, and they might bring in anything.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin hastened out with hospitable intents. Amanda could make
+good coffee. Mr. Peterkin had suggested some American dish. Solomon
+John sent a little boy for some olives.
+
+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
+tongue, and fluently. Mrs. 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 Américaines_."
+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 the
+_déjeûner_. Yes, gladly would they give lessons. The Turk smiled at
+the idea. The first step was taken. The teachers knew they were
+expected to teach.
+
+
+
+
+MODERN IMPROVEMENTS AT THE PETERKINS'.
+
+
+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
+education.
+
+Solomon John was almost determined to become a doctor. From earliest
+childhood he had practised 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 making
+calls.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 convenient to
+have a sign of "Not a Night Doctor."
+
+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
+well,--not too well to do without a doctor, but needing his recipes.
+
+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 Encyclopædia, and had spent a day or two in the Public
+Library, in reading about Chubb's Lock and other patent locks.
+
+But his plan was more simple. It was this: that all keys should be
+made alike! 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
+medium-sized 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
+lose!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mrs. Peterkin thought it would be inconvenient if their father were
+out, and she wanted to open the jam-closet for the little boys. But
+Agamemnon explained that he did not mean there should be but one key
+in the family, or an a town,--you might have as many as you pleased,
+only they should all be alike.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Elizabeth Eliza felt it would be a great convenience,--they 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, and at last, one morning,
+they went into town to visit a patent-agent.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza took the occasion to make a call upon the lady from
+Philadelphia, but she came back hurriedly to her mother.
+
+"I have had a delightful call," she said; "but--perhaps I was wrong--I
+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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 might come in if the
+keys were the same."
+
+"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 Christmas-time,--and their
+presents in it!"
+
+"And I am not sure that I could trust Amanda," said Mrs. Peterkin,
+considering.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 water-pipes 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 the house.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There was an old well, with a picturesque well-sweep, in a corner by
+the barn. 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 feather-bed, for safety, and the old well was
+a favorite place of amusement.
+
+The house, it had proved, was well furnished with bath-rooms, and
+"set-waters" everywhere. Water-pipes and gas-pipes all over the house;
+and a hack-, telegraph-, and fire-alarm, with a little knob for each.
+
+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 some to the original knobs. Mrs. 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. Peterkin, however, was pleased
+with the idea. Solomon John was out, and the little boys were at
+school, and she herself would touch the knob, while Elizabeth Eliza
+should write the telegram.
+
+"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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"But which is the end, and which is the beginning,--the top or the
+bottom?" Mrs. Peterkin asked hopelessly.
+
+Still she bravely selected a knob, and Elizabeth Eliza hastened with
+her to look out for the messenger. How soon should they see the
+telegraph boy?
+
+They seemed to have scarcely reached the window, when a terrible noise
+was heard, and down the shady street the white horses of the
+fire-brigade were seen rushing at a fatal speed!
+
+It was a terrific moment!
+
+"I have touched the fire-alarm," Mrs. Peterkin exclaimed.
+
+Both rushed to open the front door in agony. By this time the
+fire-engines were approaching.
+
+"Do not be alarmed," said the chief engineer; "the furniture shall be
+carefully covered, and we will move all that is necessary."
+
+"Move again!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, in agony.
+
+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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And he ran upstairs, for the engines were beginning to play upon the
+roof.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin rushed to the knobs again hurriedly; there was more
+necessity for summoning Mr. Peterkin home.
+
+"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 trying to make them out."
+
+"What has come now?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, and they hurried again
+to the window, to see a row of carriages coming down the street.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"I must have touched the carriage-knob," cried Mrs. Peterkin, "and I
+pushed it half-a-dozen times I felt so anxious!"
+
+Six hacks stood before the door. All the village boys were assembling.
+Even their own little boys had returned from school, and were showing
+the firemen the way to the well.
+
+Again Mrs. Peterkin rushed to the knobs, and a fearful sound arose.
+She had touched the burglar-alarm!
+
+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 of watchmen's rattles, hidden under the eaves of the piazza.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+All these were now set a-going, 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 water pouring all over the house."
+
+Elizabeth Eliza waved her telegram in the air.
+
+"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 might fill the carriages with smaller things."
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was ready to fall into hysterics. She controlled herself
+with a supreme power, and hastened to touch another knob.
+
+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!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+She went out to meet the boy, when, to her joy, she saw behind him her
+father and Agamemnon. She clutched her telegram, and hurried toward
+them.
+
+Mr. Peterkin was bewildered. Was the house on fire? If so, where were
+the flames?
+
+He saw the row of carriages. Was there a funeral, or a wedding? Who
+was dead? Who was to be married?
+
+He seized the telegram that Elizabeth Eliza reached to him, and read
+it aloud.
+
+"Come to us directly--the house is NOT on fire!"
+
+The chief engineer was standing on the steps.
+
+"The house not on fire!" he exclaimed. "What are we all summoned for?"
+
+"It is a mistake," cried Elizabeth Eliza, wringing her hands. "We
+touched the wrong knob; we wanted the telegraph boy!"
+
+"We touched all the wrong knobs," exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, from the
+house.
+
+The chief engineer turned directly to give counter-directions, with a
+few exclamations of disgust, as the bells of distant fire-engines were
+heard approaching.
+
+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 dark-colored leaves, were trodden down by the
+feet of the crowd that had assembled.
+
+The chief engineer grew more and more indignant, as he sent his men to
+order back the fire-engines from the neighboring towns. The collection
+of boys followed the procession as it went away. The fire-brigade
+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 town.
+
+"We saw all the patent-agents," answered Mr. Peterkin, in a hollow
+whisper. "Not one of them will touch the patent, or have anything to
+do with it."
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+AGAMEMNON'S CAREER.
+
+
+There had apparently been some mistake in Agamemnon's education. He
+had been to a number of colleges, indeed, but he had never completed
+his course in any one. 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 it? It might turn out awful
+hard!"
+
+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
+books.
+
+And so it was in his colleges; he was always to be found in the
+library, reading and reading. But they were always the wrong books.
+
+For instance: the class were required to prepare themselves on the
+Spartan war. 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 came. In
+consequence he was requested to leave.
+
+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
+had only asked something else! But they always hit upon the very
+things he had not studied up.
+
+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 you so many questions; they would
+have told you something."
+
+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 wood-pile 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 beacon-lights 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
+now taking it up in the midst of his French course. He fancied, even,
+that some future Plutarch was growing up in Lynn, perhaps, who would
+write of this night of suffering, and glorify its heroes.
+
+For himself he took a severe cold and suffered from chilblains, in
+consequence of going back and forward through the snow, carrying the
+wood.
+
+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 months.
+
+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 half-past 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 have been obliged to go to
+the expense of candles.
+
+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
+gave it up.
+
+He determined to lay out the money that would have been expended in a
+collegiate education in buying an Encyclopædia, 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 Encyclopædia he should
+have embraced all knowledge, and have experienced much of it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 Encyclopædia. 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
+master-minds, so that he was drawn aside from his regular study.
+
+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 Encyclopædia in a thorough way.
+
+Mr. Peterkin agreed it would in the end be not as expensive as a
+college course, even if Agamemnon should buy all the different
+Encyclopædias that appeared. 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 leaving he had sold out
+favorably to other occupants.
+
+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 homoeopathic, or whether he could not better invent
+his own pills. And he could not understand how to obtain his doctor's
+degree.
+
+For a few weeks he acted as clerk in a druggist's store. But he could
+serve only in the tooth-brush 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 dismissed for
+treating the little boys too frequently to soda.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 blurred over.
+
+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 walking-club. 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 instructive, such as putting on
+and taking off their india-rubber boots.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Elizabeth Eliza proposed that they should be taken from school and
+taught by Agamemnon from the Encyclopædia. The rest of the family
+might help in the education at all hours of the day. Solomon John
+could take up the Latin grammar; and she could give lessons in French.
+
+The little boys were enchanted with the plan, only they did not want
+to have the study-hours 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 table,--the material of which it was
+made, and where it came from. In the study of the letter A, Agamemnon
+had embraced the study of music, and from one meal they might gain
+instruction enough for a day.
+
+"We shall have the assistance," said Mr. Peterkin, "of Agamemnon, with
+his Encyclopædia."
+
+Agamemnon modestly suggested that he had not yet got out of A, and in
+their first breakfast everything would therefore have to begin with A.
+
+"That would not be impossible," said Mr. Peterkin. "There is Amanda,
+who will wait on table, to start with"--
+
+"We could have 'am-and-eggs," 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 examination papers, and find their answers
+as they could. They could still apply to the Encyclopædia, even if it
+were not in Agamemnon's alphabetical course.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mr. Peterkin suggested a great variety. One day they would study the
+botany of the breakfast-table; another day, its natural history. The
+study of butter would include that of the cow. Even that of the
+butter-dish would bring in geology. The little boys were charmed at
+the idea of learning pottery from the cream-jug, and they were
+promised a potter's wheel directly.
+
+"You see, my dear," said Mr. Peterkin to his wife, "before many weeks
+we shall be drinking our milk from jugs made by our children."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Elizabeth Eliza hoped for a thorough study.
+
+"Yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "we might begin with botany. That would be
+near to Agamemnon alphabetically. We ought to find out the botany of
+butter. On what does the cow feed?"
+
+The little boys were eager to go out and see.
+
+"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 the cow.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin sighed, and decided she would order a simple breakfast.
+The little boys took their note-books 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 had been difficult to count
+them, and nobody was very sure how many there were.
+
+There they sat, however, on the fence, looking at the cow. She looked
+at them with large eyes.
+
+"She won't eat," they cried, "while we are looking at her!"
+
+So they turned about, and pretended to look into the street, and
+seated themselves that way, turning their heads back, from time to
+time, to see the cow.
+
+"Now she is nibbling a clover."
+
+"No, that is a bit of sorrel."
+
+"It's a whole handful of grass."
+
+"What kind of grass?" they exclaimed.
+
+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 prevent
+the cow from jumping into the garden or street.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Suddenly, looking out into the hazy twilight, Elizabeth Eliza saw six
+legs and six india-rubber boots in the air, and the little boys
+disappeared!
+
+"They are tossed by the cow! The little boys are tossed by the cow!"
+
+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
+supreme effort, and sent them out to the rescue.
+
+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 wood-shed and cow-shed, the little boys might be
+gored through and through!
+
+Elizabeth Eliza ran to the neighbors, Solomon John to the druggist's
+for plasters, while Agamemnon made his way through the dining-room to
+the wood-shed and outer-shed door. Mr. Peterkin mounted the outside of
+the fence, while Mrs. Peterkin begged him not to put himself in
+danger. He climbed high enough to view the scene. He held to the
+corner post and reported what he saw.
+
+They were not gored. The cow was at the other end of the lot. One of
+the little boys was lying in a bunch of dark leaves. He was moving.
+
+The cow glared, but did not stir. Another little boy was pulling his
+india-rubber boots out of the mud. The cow still looked at him.
+
+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 shed door. 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 of their mother!
+
+"This is too dangerous a form of education," she cried; "I had rather
+they went to school."
+
+"No!" they bravely cried. They were still willing to try the other
+way.
+
+
+
+
+THE EDUCATIONAL BREAKFAST.
+
+
+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 was
+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 curtain-cords, and Solomon John frequently
+amused himself by pulling one of the little boys up or letting him
+down.
+
+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 questions,--the 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 you can't understand them when they
+do tell them!"
+
+"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 times. It would be so useful if they would tell."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mrs. Peterkin thought this was carried too far in the horse-cars 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 breakfast on educational principles.
+
+A breakfast indeed, when it appeared! Mrs. Peterkin had mistaken the
+alphabetical suggestion, and had grasped the idea that the whole
+alphabet must be represented in one breakfast.
+
+This, therefore, was the bill of fare: Apple-sauce, Bread, Butter,
+Coffee, Cream, Doughnuts, Eggs, Fish-balls, Griddles, Ham, Ice (on
+butter), Jam, Krout (sour), Lamb-chops, Morning Newspapers, Oatmeal,
+Pepper, Quince-marmalade, Rolls, Salt, Tea Urn, Veal-pie, Waffles,
+Yeast-biscuit.
+
+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
+X-cellent 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 breakfast; what a zest,
+indeed, it would give to the study of their letters!
+
+It was decided to begin with Apple-sauce.
+
+"How happy," exclaimed Mr. Peterkin, "that this should come first of
+all! A child might be brought up on apple-sauce till he had mastered
+the first letter of the alphabet, and could go on to the more involved
+subjects hidden in bread, butter, baked beans, etc."
+
+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 was afraid of the arrows. Mr. Peterkin proposed they should
+begin by eating the apple-sauce, 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 sitting-room 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 the whole day to stew them,
+and then you might as well set them on again.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mr. Peterkin was glad to be reminded of the old place at
+grandfather's. In order to know thoroughly about apples they ought to
+understand the making of cider. 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 breakfast?
+
+"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 cider-mill. In this way they could widen the field of study, even
+to follow in time the cup of coffee to Java.
+
+It was suggested, too, that at grandfather's they might study the
+processes of maple syrup as involved in the griddle-cakes.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Agamemnon pointed out the connection between the two subjects: they
+were both the products of trees,--the apple-tree and the maple. Mr.
+Peterkin proposed that the lesson for the day should be considered the
+study of trees, and on the way they could look at other trees.
+
+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.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin could put up the remains of the breakfast for luncheon.
+
+But how should they go? The carryall, in spite of its name, could
+hardly take the whole family, though they might squeeze in six, as the
+little boys did not take up much room.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza suggested that she could spend the night at
+grandfather's. 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.
+
+Why not "Ride and Tie"?
+
+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 stopping-place.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Then came up another question,--of Elizabeth Eliza's trunk. If she
+stayed a few days she would need to carry something. It might be hot,
+and it might be cold. Just as soon as she carried her thin things she
+would need her heaviest wraps. You never could depend upon the
+weather. Even "Probabilities" got you no farther than to-day.
+
+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 Encyclopædia. But it was hard to decide, all by
+herself, whether to take G for griddle-cakes, or M for maple-syrup, or
+T for tree. She would take as many as she could make room for. She put
+up her work-box and two extra work-baskets, 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 over-full; 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
+it, and, leaning over, found she could lock it! Yes, it was really
+locked.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 hold of the key
+in the right way to turn it back.
+
+She tried to pull her dress away. No, it was caught too firmly. She
+called for help to her mother or Amanda, to come and open the trunk.
+But her door was shut. 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 travelling dress, 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 listened, she heard the sound of wheels.
+
+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 nothing 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 so,--that 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 two-mile 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, and she might not be
+missed till they should reach her grandfather's!
+
+Horrible thought! She would be left here alone all day. The expressman
+would come, but the expressman would go, for he would not be able to
+get into the house!
+
+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 side-scenes how the bride had laughingly stepped into the
+trunk. But the trunk then was only a make-believe of some boards in
+front of a sofa, and this was a stern reality.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 trunk toward the door. In vain. All was still.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 carriage,--a basket of lunch, a change of shoes for Mr.
+Peterkin, some extra wraps,--everything that 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 with her."
+
+But they did not come up with Elizabeth Eliza. At the turn beyond the
+village they found an envelope stuck 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 oak-tree 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
+stopping-place 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 nap
+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 walk,
+with a perplexing question:--
+
+"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 have expected that she--Mrs. Peterkin--would walk on to the
+next stopping-place!"
+
+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 her knitting
+cheerfully. It was a little joggly in the carriage, she had already
+found, for the horse was restless from the flies, and she did not like
+being left alone.
+
+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 hay-field she proposed going in to rest upon one of the
+hay-cocks. 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 their greetings; but they were too far apart to hear
+each other.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin and Agamemnon slowly resumed their walk.
+
+"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 glass of water. 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 together.
+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 were far in
+advance and reached the stopping-place before them. The little boys
+were all rowed out on the stone fence, awaiting them, full of delight
+at having reached grandfather's. Mr. 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 been seen approaching.
+There was great questioning, but no Elizabeth Eliza!
+
+It was sunset; the view was wide and fine. Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin stood
+and looked out from the north to the south. Was it too late to send
+back for Elizabeth Eliza? Where was she?
+
+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
+other the details of their journeys, they had discovered some facts.
+
+"We shall have to go back," they exclaimed. "We are too late! The
+maple-syrup 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
+maple-syrup nor cider, and Elizabeth Eliza was lost, perhaps forever!
+The sun went down, and Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin still stood to look up
+and down the road.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Elizabeth Eliza, meanwhile, had sat upon her trunk as it seemed, for
+ages. She recalled all the terrible stories of prisoners,--how 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 door-bell. But who could go to the door to
+answer it? In vain did she make another effort to escape; it was
+impossible!
+
+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 fate--to be gagged by burglars, and the neighbors
+informed--than to be forever locked on her trunk. The steps approached
+the door. It opened, and Amanda ushered in the expressman.
+
+Amanda had not gone. She had gathered, while waiting at the
+breakfast-table, that there was to be an expressman whom she must
+receive.
+
+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 her. But how could she reach
+them?
+
+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 were on their return.
+
+She mounted the seat with the expressman, and slowly they took their
+way, stopping for occasional parcels as they left the village.
+
+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 express-carts spend the night? She thought of herself in a lone
+wood, in an express-wagon! She could scarcely bring herself to ask,
+before assenting, when he should arrive.
+
+"He guessed he could bring up before night."
+
+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 sat upon the front seat.
+
+"She has decided to come by express," said Mrs. Peterkin. "It is--it
+is--Elizabeth Eliza!"
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS AT THE "CARNIVAL OF
+AUTHORS" IN BOSTON.
+
+
+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
+character.
+
+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 written before the
+day came.
+
+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
+"_garçon_," 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 horse-car.
+
+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 to be behindhand. Mrs. Peterkin approved of this.
+It would be excellent if they could raise funds enough to pay for
+their own tickets to the carnival; then they could go every night.
+
+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 comfortably. 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 nothing had occurred to him yet.
+
+Mr. Peterkin urged him to make one more effort. If his book could come
+out before the carnival he could go as an author, and might have a
+booth of his own, and take his family.
+
+But Agamemnon declared it would take years to become an author. You
+might indeed publish something, but you had to make sure that it would
+be read. Mrs. 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 was to be a Carnival of Authors, that
+she might know, who they were.
+
+Mr. Peterkin did not understand why they called them a "Carnival"; but
+he supposed they should find out when they went to it.
+
+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, and
+why should not her mother wear it?
+
+Mrs. Peterkin supposed that she should then go as her own grandmother.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Agamemnon did not approve of this. Turbans are now worn in the East,
+and Mrs. 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. Elizabeth Eliza decided upon the largest of these.
+
+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 sea-sickness, as he had arranged to be a great while finding
+the shore.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Solomon John had been led to take this character by discovering a
+coal-hod 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 his teacher.
+
+As the day approached the family had their costumes prepared.
+
+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 Encyclopædia,
+and decided to take the costume of a ship-builder. He visited the
+navy-yard and some of the docks; but none of them gave him the true
+idea of dress for ship-building in Holland or St. Petersburg. But he
+found a picture of Peter the Great, representing him in a
+broad-brimmed hat. So he assumed one that he found at a costumer's,
+and with Elizabeth Eliza's black water-proof 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 might wear her own muff.
+
+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 great-grandmother. But doubtless Cleopatra
+resembled this picture, as it was all so long ago, so the rest of the
+family decided.
+
+Agamemnon determined to go as Noah. The costume, as represented in one
+of the little boys' arks, was simple. His father's red-lined 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 find the little boys.
+For the little boys were to represent two doves and a raven. There
+were feather-dusters enough in the family for their costumes, which
+would be then complete with their india-rubber boots.
+
+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 motion of
+landing by stepping up on a chair.
+
+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 as Solomon John's boat.
+
+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 cloak-room, to leave their wraps, they found themselves
+entangled with a number of people in costume coming out from a
+dressing-room 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 feather-dusters ready.
+
+Some words from one of the managers made Mr. Peterkin understand the
+situation.
+
+"We are going to be introduced to Mr. Dickens," he said.
+
+"I thought he was dead!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, trembling.
+
+"Authors live forever!" said Agamemnon in her ear.
+
+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 unannounced,--a 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,
+old-fashioned 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, in among the audience,
+they went; but into an audience not dressed in costume!
+
+There were Ann Maria Bromwick and the Osbornes,--all the
+neighbors,--all as natural as though they were walking the streets at
+home, though Ann Maria did wear white gloves.
+
+"I had no idea you were to appear in character," said Ann Maria to
+Elizabeth Eliza; "to what booth do you belong?"
+
+"We are no particular author," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Ah, I see, a sort of varieties' booth," said Mr. Osborne.
+
+"What is your character?" asked Ann Maria of Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"I have not quite decided," said Elizabeth Eliza. "I thought I should
+find out after I came here. The marshal called us? 'Great
+Expectations.'"
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was at the summit of bliss. "I have shaken hands with
+Dickens!" she exclaimed.
+
+But she looked round to ask the little boys if they, too, had shaken
+hands with the great man, but not a little boy could she find.
+
+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 feather-dusters gayly waving in the air.
+
+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
+its committee for the larger stage.
+
+Agamemnon frequently stood in the background of scenes in the Arabian
+Nights.
+
+It was with difficulty that the family could be repressed from going
+on the stage whenever the bugle sounded for the different groups
+represented there.
+
+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 upon her character.
+
+Mr. Peterkin came and took Cleopatra from the Whittier Booth.
+
+"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 one."
+
+The strains of the minuet began. Mrs. Peterkin was anxious to join the
+performers. It was the dance of her youth.
+
+But she was delayed by one of the managers on the steps that led to
+the stage.
+
+"I cannot understand this company," he said, distractedly.
+
+"They cannot find their booth," said another.
+
+"That is the case," said Mr. Peterkin, relieved to have it stated.
+
+"Perhaps you had better pass into the corridor," said a polite
+marshal.
+
+They did this, and, walking across, found themselves in the
+refreshment-room. "This is the booth for us," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Indeed it is," said Mrs. Peterkin, sinking into a chair, exhausted.
+
+At this moment two doves and a raven appeared,--the little boys, who
+had been dancing eagerly in Mother Goose's establishment, and now came
+down for ice-cream.
+
+"I hardly know how to sit down," said Elizabeth Eliza, "for I am sure
+Mrs. Shem never could. Still, as I do not know if I am Mrs. Shem, I
+will venture it."
+
+Happily, seats were to be found for all, and they were soon arranged
+in a row, calmly eating ice-cream.
+
+"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 she is, and
+going round and round in this way."
+
+"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 cloak-room!"
+
+"Spend the night in a booth, in Cleopatra's turban!" exclaimed Mrs.
+Peterkin.
+
+"We should like to come every night," cried the little boys.
+
+"But to spend the night," repeated Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"I conclude the Carnival keeps up all night," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"But never to recover our cloaks," said Mrs. Peterkin; "could not the
+little boys look round for the checks on the floors?"
+
+She began to enumerate the many valuable things that they might never
+see again. She had worn her large fur cape of stone-marten,--her
+grandmother's,--that Elizabeth Eliza had been urging her to have made
+into a foot-rug. 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 india-rubber 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.
+Peterkin was not sure as they would have time to reach the train.
+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 preparing to go.
+
+"All can go home, but we must stay," said Mrs. Peterkin, gloomily, as
+the well-known strains floated in from the larger hall.
+
+A number of marshals came to the refreshment-room, looked at them,
+whispered to each other, as the Peterkins sat in a row.
+
+"Can we do anything for you?" asked one at last. "Would you not like
+to go?" He seemed eager they should leave the room.
+
+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, as there was barely time to reach it.
+
+Then, indeed, was Mrs. Peterkin ready to leave. If they should miss
+the 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 themselves much repaid for
+their exertions.
+
+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 pass-key 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 office-key; he had taken it by
+mistake, or he might have dropped the house-key in the cloak-room of
+the Carnival.
+
+"Must we go back?" sighed Mrs. Peterkin, in an exhausted voice. More
+than ever did Elizabeth Eliza regret that Agamemnon's invention in
+keys had failed to secure a patent!
+
+It was impossible to get into the house, for Amanda had been allowed
+to go and spend the night with a friend, so there was no use in
+ringing, though the little boys had tried it.
+
+"We can return to the station," said Mr. Peterkin; "the rooms will be
+warm, on account of the midnight train. We can, at least, think what
+we shall do next."
+
+At the station was one of their neighbors, proposing to take the New
+York midnight train, for it was now after eleven, and the train went
+through at half-past.
+
+"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, hoping to find
+him there. 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 station-master
+had to leave, for a short rest. He felt obliged to lock up the
+station, but he promised to return at an early hour to release them.
+
+"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 have gone in, and helped
+himself to spoons, and left. 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 still was nodding in the corner of the
+long bench.
+
+Morning did come at last. The family decided to go to their home;
+perhaps by some effort in the early daylight they might make an
+entrance.
+
+On the way they met with the night-policeman, returning from his beat.
+He stopped when he saw the family.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 interrupt--to explain--
+
+"Where is he?" exclaimed Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Safe in the lock-up," answered the policeman.
+
+"But he is the locksmith!" interrupted Solomon John.
+
+"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 well, I will go and let him out,
+that he may let you in!" and he hurried away, surprising the Peterkin
+family with what seemed like insulting screams of laughter.
+
+"It seems to me a more serious case than it appears to him," said Mr.
+Peterkin.
+
+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 family could go in. Amanda arrived at the same moment. There was
+hope of breakfast. Mrs. Peterkin staggered towards the stairs. "I
+shall never go to another Carnival!" she exclaimed.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS AT THE FARM.
+
+
+Yes, at last they had reached the seaside, after much talking and
+deliberation, and summer after summer the journey had been constantly
+postponed.
+
+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 Maria to join them
+till the very next day.
+
+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 to tell, they had all their hand-baggage safe.
+
+Agamemnon had brought his Portable Electrical Machine and Apparatus,
+and the volumes of the Encyclopædia that might tell him how to manage
+it, and Solomon John had his photograph camera. The little boys had
+used their india-rubber boots as portmanteaux, filling them to the
+brim, and carrying one in each hand,--a 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 allotted to them.
+
+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 out-house was found for them, where Agamemnon and
+Solomon John could arrange them.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was much pleased with the old-fashioned porch and
+low-studded rooms, though the sleeping-rooms seemed a little stuffy at
+first.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 well-stocked 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 sea-bathing would be exceedingly
+convenient; which was hardly the case if it took you an hour and a
+half to walk to it.
+
+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 them, Agamemnon driving the one
+horse.
+
+Solomon John had depended upon taking the photographs of the family in
+a row on the beach; but he decided not to take his camera out the
+first afternoon.
+
+This was well, as the sun was already setting when they reached the
+beach.
+
+"If this wagon were not so shaky," said Mrs. Peterkin, "we might drive
+over every morning for our bath. The road is very straight, and I
+suppose Agamemnon can turn on the beach."
+
+"We should have to spend the whole day about it," said Solomon John,
+in a discouraged tone, "unless we can have a quicker horse."
+
+"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 fashionable-looking 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
+to-night.
+
+She had been busy all the early summer in preparing her dresses for
+this very watering-place, 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 gentleman among them.
+
+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 return.
+
+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 under either name; but Mr. and Mrs Peterkin were well pleased.
+
+"I had no idea we should have really farm-fare," Mrs. Peterkin said.
+"I have not drunk such a tumbler of milk since I was young."
+
+Elizabeth Eliza concluded they ought not to judge from a first meal,
+as evidently their arrival had not been fully prepared for, in spite
+of the numerous letters that had been exchanged.
+
+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
+mullein-stalks, 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.
+
+They wanted to stay longer on the beach, when they finally reached it;
+but Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza insisted upon turning directly
+back, as it was not fair to be late to dinner the very first night.
+
+On the whole the party came back cheerful, yet hungry. They found the
+same old men, in the same costume, standing against the porch.
+
+"A little seedy, I should say," said Solomon John.
+
+"Smoking pipes," said Agamemnon; "I believe that is the latest style."
+
+"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 sitting-room. 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 their rooms, too much of
+invalids to appear.
+
+"Regular bed-ridden," 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 tour of the farm, and found it
+in admirable order.
+
+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 "tea."
+
+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!"
+
+This was an unexpected courtesy.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza asked when the others had their supper.
+
+"Oh, they took it a long time ago," Martha answered. "If the lady will
+go out into the kitchen she can tell what she wants."
+
+"Bring us in what you have," said Mr. Peterkin, himself quite hungry.
+"If you could cook us a fresh slice of beefsteak that would be well."
+
+"Perhaps some eggs," murmured Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"Scrambled," cried one of the little boys.
+
+"Fried potatoes would not be bad," suggested Agamemnon.
+
+"Couldn't we have some onions?" asked the little boy who had stayed at
+home, and had noticed the odor of onions when the others had their
+supper.
+
+"A pie would come in well," said Solomon John.
+
+"And some stewed cherries," said the other little boy.
+
+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 same with Ann
+Maria. 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 they--the
+Peterkins--had 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 post-office, as she had already
+learned it was at quite a distance, and in a different direction from
+the station, where they were to send the next day for their trunks.
+
+She went over and over these same questions, kept awake by the
+coughing and talking of her neighbors, the other side of the thin
+partition.
+
+She was scarcely sorry to be aroused from her uncomfortable sleep by
+the morning sounds of guinea-hens, peacocks, and every other kind of
+fowl.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin expressed her satisfaction at the early breakfast, and
+declared she was delighted with such genuine farm sounds.
+
+They passed the day much as the afternoon before, reaching the beach
+only in time to turn round to come back for their dinner, which was
+appointed at noon. 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 cream-colored 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 travelling-dress would be quite appropriate. "I am a little
+tired," she added, "of going back and forward over the same road; but
+when the rest come we can vary it."
+
+The plan was agreed to, but Mr. Peterkin and the little boys remained
+to go over the farm again.
+
+They had an excellent picnic on the beach, under the shadow of a ledge
+of sand. They were just putting up their things when they saw a party
+of people approaching from the other end of the beach.
+
+"I am glad to see some pleasant-looking people at last," said
+Elizabeth Eliza, and they all turned to walk toward them.
+
+As the other party drew near she recognized Ann Maria Bromwick! And
+with her were the Sylvesters,--so they proved to be, for she had never
+seen them before.
+
+"What! you have come in our absence!" exclaimed Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"And we have been wondering what had become of you!" cried Ann Maria.
+
+"I thought you would be at the farm before us," said Elizabeth Eliza
+to Mr. Sylvester, to whom she was introduced.
+
+"We have been looking for you at the farm," he was saying to her.
+
+"But we are at the farm," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"And so are we!" said Ann Maria.
+
+"We have been there two days," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"And so have we, at the 'Old Farm,' just at the end of the beach,"
+said Ann Maria.
+
+"Our farm is old enough," said Solomon John.
+
+"Whereabouts are you?" asked Mr. Sylvester.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza pointed to the road they had come.
+
+A smile came over Mr. Sylvester's face; he knew the country well.
+
+"You mean the farm-house behind the hill, at the end of the road?" he
+asked.
+
+The Peterkins all nodded affirmatively.
+
+Ann Maria could not restrain herself, as broad smiles came over the
+faces of all the party.
+
+"Why, that is the Poor-house!" she exclaimed.
+
+"The town farm," Mr. Sylvester explained, deprecatingly.
+
+The Peterkins were silent for a while. The Sylvesters tried not to
+laugh.
+
+"There certainly were some disagreeable old men and women there!" said
+Elizabeth Eliza, at last.
+
+"But we have surely been made very comfortable," Mrs. Peterkin
+declared.
+
+"A very simple mistake," said Mr. Sylvester, continuing his amusement.
+"Your trunks arrived all right at the 'Old Farm,' two days ago."
+
+"Let us go back directly," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"As directly as our horse will allow," said Agamemnon.
+
+Mr. Sylvester helped them into the wagon. "Your rooms are awaiting
+you," he said. "Why not come with us?"
+
+"We want to find Mr. Peterkin before we do anything else," said Mrs.
+Peterkin.
+
+They rode back in silence, till Elizabeth Eliza said, "Do you suppose
+they took us for paupers?"
+
+"We have not seen any 'they,'" said Solomon John, "except Mr. Atwood."
+
+At the entrance of the farm-yard Mr. Peterkin met them.
+
+"I have been looking for you," he said. "I have just made a
+discovery."
+
+"We have made it, too," said Elizabeth Eliza; "we are in the
+poor-house."
+
+"How did you find it out?" Mrs. Peterkin asked of Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Mr. Atwood came to me, puzzled with a telegram that had been brought
+to him from the station, which he ought to have got two days ago. It
+came from a Mr. Peters, whom they were expecting here this week, with
+his wife and boys, to take charge of the establishment. He
+telegraphed to say he cannot come till Friday. Now, Mr. Atwood had
+supposed we were the Peterses, whom he had sent for the day we
+arrived, not having received this telegram."
+
+"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 shall be glad to have you stay
+till Mr. Peters' family comes."
+
+At this moment wheels were heard. Mr. Sylvester had arrived, with an
+open wagon, to take the Peterkins to the "Old Farm."
+
+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 with the other gentlemen, that looked so wandering."
+
+Elizabeth Eliza did not know whether to laugh or to cry.
+
+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. Peterkin.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was tempted to stay another night, to be wakened once
+more by the guinea-hens. But Elizabeth Eliza bore her off. There was
+not much packing to be done. She shouted good-by 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 against the porch.
+
+"This time," she said, "it is not our trunks that were lost"--
+
+"But we, as a family," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
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+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img class="img1" src="images/image_004.jpg" width="600" height="409" alt="Mrs. Peterkin puts Salt into her Coffee."  />
+<span class="caption">Mrs. Peterkin puts Salt into her Coffee.</span>
+</div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+
+<h1>THE<br />
+
+<span class="smcap">Peterkin Papers</span></h1>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>BY</h3>
+
+<h2>LUCRETIA P. HALE</h2>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>With Illustrations</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h4>SEVENTH EDITION.</h4>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_005.jpg" width="100" height="128" alt="Seal"  />
+</div>
+
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>BOSTON AND NEW YORK</h3>
+<h3>HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY</h3>
+<h4>The Riverside Press, Cambridge.</h4>
+<h3>1893</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p class="center">Copyright, 1880<br />
+
+By JAMES R. OSGOOD &amp; COMPANY<br />
+
+and 1886<br />
+
+By TICKNOR &amp; COMPANY
+</p>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2>THE PETERKIN PAPERS</h2>
+
+<h3>Dedicated</h3>
+<h2>TO MEGGIE</h2>
+<h4>(THE DAUGHTER OF THE LADY FROM PHILADELPHIA)</h4>
+<h3><i>TO WHOM THESE STORIES WERE FIRST TOLD</i></h3>
+
+
+
+    <hr style="width: 65%;" />
+	<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p>
+<h2>PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION OF THE <br />
+PETERKIN PAPERS.</h2>
+
+
+<p>The first of these stories was accepted by Mr. Howard M. Ticknor for
+the "Young Folks." They were afterwards continued in numbers of the
+"St. Nicholas."</p>
+
+<p>A second edition is now printed, containing a new paper, which has
+never before been published, "The Peterkins at the Farm."</p>
+
+<p>It may be remembered that the Peterkins originally hesitated about
+publishing their Family Papers, and were decided by referring the
+matter to the lady from Philadelphia. A little uncertain whether she
+might happen to be at Philadelphia, they determined to write and ask
+her.</p>
+
+<p>Solomon John suggested a postal-card. Everybody reads a postal, and
+everybody would read it as it came along, and see its importance, and
+help it on. If the lady from Philadelphia were away, her family and
+all her servants would read it, and send it after her, for answer.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza thought the postal a bright idea. It would not take so
+long to write as a letter, and would not be so expensive. But could
+they get the whole subject on a postal?</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin believed there could be no difficulty, there was but one
+question:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>Shall the adventures of the Peterkin family be published?</p>
+
+<p>This was decided upon, and there was room for each of the family to
+sign, the little boys contenting themselves with rough sketches of
+their india-rubber boots.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin, Agamemnon, and Solomon John took the postal-card to the
+post-office early one morning, and by the afternoon of that very day,
+and all the next day, and for many days, came streaming in answers on
+postals and in letters. Their card had been addressed to the lady from
+Philadelphia, with the number of her street. But it must have been
+read by their neighbors in their own town post-office before leaving;
+it must have been read along its way: for by each mail came piles of
+postals and letters from town after town, in answer to the question,
+and all in the same tone: "Yes, yes; publish the adventures of the
+Peterkin family."</p>
+
+<p>"Publish them, of course."</p>
+
+<p>And in time came the answer of the lady from Philadelphia:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, of course; publish them."</p>
+
+<p>This is why they were published.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span></p>
+<h2>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+<table summary="Contents">
+<tr><td></td><td class="tocpg"><span class="smcap">Page</span></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_LADY_WHO_PUT_SALT_IN_HER_COFFEE">The Lady Who Put Salt in Her Coffee</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#ABOUT_ELIZABETH_ELIZAS_PIANO">About Elizabeth Eliza's Piano</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_TRY_TO_BECOME_WISE">The Peterkins Try to Become Wise</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#MRS_PETERKIN_WISHES_TO_GO_TO_DRIVE">Mrs. Peterkin Wishes to go to Drive</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_AT_HOME">The Peterkins at Home</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#WHY_THE_PETERKINS_HAD_A_LATE_DINNER">Why the Peterkins Had a Late Dinner</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_SUMMER_JOURNEY">The Peterkins' Summer Journey</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_SNOWED-UP">The Peterkins Snowed-up</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_DECIDE_TO_KEEP_A_COW">The Peterkins Decide to Keep a Cow</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_CHRISTMAS-TREE">The Peterkins' Christmas-tree</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#MRS_PETERKINS_TEA-PARTY">Mrs. Peterkin's Tea-party</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_TOO_LATE_FOR_THE_EXHIBITION">The Peterkins Too Late for the Exhibition</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_82">82</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_CELEBRATE_THE_FOURTH_OF_JULY">The Peterkins Celebrate the "Fourth"</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_90">90</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_PICNIC">The Peterkins' Picnic</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_104">104</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_CHARADES">The Peterkins' Charades</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_ARE_OBLIGED_TO_MOVE">The Peterkins are Obliged to Move</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_124">124</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_DECIDE_TO_LEARN_THE_LANGUAGES">The Peterkins Decide to Learn the Languages</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_136">136</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#MODERN_IMPROVEMENTS_AT_THE_PETERKINS">Modern Improvements at the Peterkins'</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#AGAMEMNONS_CAREER">Agamemnon's Career</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_160">160</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_EDUCATIONAL_BREAKFAST">The Educational Breakfast</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_172">172</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_AT_THE_CARNIVAL_OF_AUTHORS_IN_BOSTON">The Peterkins at the "Carnival of Authors" in Boston</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_188">188</a></td></tr>
+<tr><td><span class="smcap"><a href="#THE_PETERKINS_AT_THE_FARM">The Peterkins at the Farm</a></span></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_206">206</a></td></tr>
+</table>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<h2>THE PETERKIN PAPERS.</h2>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_LADY_WHO_PUT_SALT_IN_HER_COFFEE" id="THE_LADY_WHO_PUT_SALT_IN_HER_COFFEE"></a>THE LADY WHO PUT SALT IN HER COFFEE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_013.jpg" width="100" height="121" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p><br />
+his 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 to think.</p>
+
+<p>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.)<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_014a.jpg" width="250" height="135" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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
+india-rubber boots, and over they went.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_014b.jpg" width="250" height="236" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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
+great-grandfather's gold-bowed spectacles; and he had melted up the
+gold head of his great-great-grandfather'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 wedding-ring to melt up with all 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
+wedding-ring of diamonds, all set in emeralds and rubies and topazes,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span>
+and all the furniture could be turned into the finest of gold.</p>
+
+<p>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
+crucible&mdash;that was the name of his melting-pot&mdash;at 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.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_015.jpg" width="250" height="153" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>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,&mdash;"a little ammonia is just
+the thing!" No, it wasn't the thing at all.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_017a.jpg" width="250" height="233" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> 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; but still Mrs. 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 with a little pure carbon. But still Mrs. Peterkin was
+not satisfied.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_017b.jpg" width="250" height="259" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 herb-woman?"
+Elizabeth Eliza was the only daughter. She was named after her two
+aunts,&mdash;Elizabeth, from the sister of her father; Eliza, from her
+mother's sister. Now, the herb-woman 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 herb-woman lived<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> down at the very end of
+the street; so the boys put on their india-rubber boots again, and
+they set off. It was a long walk through the village, but they came at
+last to the herb-woman'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 sweet-smelling herbs,
+so that the air was full of tansy-tea and elder-blow. Over the porch
+grew a hop-vine, and a brandy-cherry tree shaded the door, and a
+luxuriant cranberry-vine 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.</p>
+
+<p>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
+her,&mdash;Elizabeth Eliza,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> Solomon John, and the little boys. They had to
+climb up over high rocks, and in among huckleberry-bushes and
+blackberry-vines. But the little boys had their india-rubber boots. At
+last they discovered the little old woman. They knew her by her hat.
+It was steeple-crowned, without any vane. They saw her digging with
+her trowel round a sassafras bush. They told her their story,&mdash;how
+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 pennyroyal, and went back to her house.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_018.jpg" width="250" height="271" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>There she stopped, and stuffed her huge pockets with some of all the
+kinds of herbs. She took some tansy and peppermint, and caraway-seed
+and dill, spearmint and cloves, pennyroyal and sweet marjoram, basil
+and rosemary, wild thyme and some of the other time,&mdash;such as you have
+in clocks,&mdash;sappermint 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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> Dutch-oven. She packed these all up, and
+then went back with the children, taking her stick.</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile Mrs. Peterkin was getting quite impatient for her coffee.</p>
+
+<p>As soon as the little old woman came she had it set over the fire, and
+began to stir in the different herbs. First she put in a little hop
+for the bitter. Mrs. Peterkin said it tasted like hop-tea, and not at
+all like coffee. Then she tried a little flag-root 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.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_019.jpg" width="250" height="63" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 was five cents in
+currency.</p>
+
+<p>Then the family were in despair, and all sat and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span> 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 they all agreed, it
+was a great thought, and off Elizabeth Eliza went.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_020.jpg" width="250" height="151" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>She told the lady from Philadelphia the whole story,&mdash;how 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 herb-woman, 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?" Elizabeth Eliza started with surprise. 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 mother,
+and she had her cup of coffee.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="ABOUT_ELIZABETH_ELIZAS_PIANO" id="ABOUT_ELIZABETH_ELIZAS_PIANO"></a>ABOUT ELIZABETH ELIZA'S PIANO.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_021a.jpg" width="100" height="145" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>lizabeth Eliza had a present of a piano, and she was to take lessons
+of the postmaster's daughter.</p>
+
+<p>They decided to have the piano set across the window in the parlor,
+and the carters brought it in, and went away.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>How could Elizabeth Eliza open it? How could she reach the keys to
+play upon it?</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_021b.jpg" width="250" height="240" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> her
+music-stool on the piazza, and play upon the piano there.</p>
+
+<p>So they tried this; and they all thought it was a very pretty sight to
+see Elizabeth Eliza playing on the piano, while she sat on the piazza,
+with the honeysuckle vines behind her.</p>
+
+<p>It was very pleasant, too, moonlight evenings. Mr. Peterkin liked to
+take a doze on his sofa in the room; but the rest of the family liked
+to sit on the piazza. So did Elizabeth Eliza, only she had to have her
+back to the moon.</p>
+
+<p>All this did very well through the summer; but, when the fall came,
+Mr. Peterkin thought the air was too cold from the open window, and
+the family did not want to sit out on the piazza.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza practised in the mornings with her cloak on; but she
+was obliged to give up her music in the evenings the family shivered
+so.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_022.jpg" width="250" height="161" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>One day, when she was talking with the lady from Philadelphia, she
+spoke of this trouble.</p>
+
+<p>The lady from Philadelphia looked surprised, and then said, "But why
+don't you turn the piano round?"</p>
+
+<p>One of the little boys pertly said, "It is a square piano."</p>
+
+<p>But Elizabeth Eliza went home directly, and, with the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> help of
+Agamemnon and Solomon John, turned the piano round.</p>
+
+<p>"Why did we not think of that before?" said Mrs. Peterkin. "What shall
+we do when the lady from Philadelphia goes home again?"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_TRY_TO_BECOME_WISE" id="THE_PETERKINS_TRY_TO_BECOME_WISE"></a>THE PETERKINS TRY TO BECOME WISE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_024a.jpg" width="100" height="112" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>hey were sitting round the breakfast-table, 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 house,&mdash;a few school-books and Mrs. Peterkin's cook-book
+were all.</p>
+
+<p>"That's the thing!" said Agamemnon. "We want a library."</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_024b.jpg" width="250" height="241" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"We want a library!" said Solomon John. And all of them exclaimed, "We
+want a library!"</p>
+
+<p>"Let us think how we shall<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> get one," said Mrs. Peterkin. "I have
+observed that other people think a great deal of thinking."</p>
+
+<p>So they all sat and thought a great while.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_025.jpg" width="250" height="214" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Then said Agamemnon, "I will make a library. There are some boards in
+the wood-shed, and I have a hammer and some nails, and perhaps we can
+borrow some hinges, and there we have our library!"</p>
+
+<p>They were all very much pleased at the idea.</p>
+
+<p>"That's the bookcase part," said Elizabeth Eliza; "but where are the
+books?"</p>
+
+<p>So they sat and thought a little while, when Solomon John exclaimed,
+"I will make a book!"</p>
+
+<p>They all looked at him in wonder.</p>
+
+
+
+<p>"Yes," said Solomon John, "books will make us wise; but first I must
+make a book."</p>
+
+<p>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. Peterkin
+put on her cape-bonnet, and the little boys got into their
+india-rubber boots, and off they went.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_026.jpg" width="200" height="112" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>The nutgalls were hard to find. There was almost everything else in
+the woods,&mdash;chestnuts and walnuts, and small hazel-nuts, 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.</p>
+
+<p>So they stirred in the nutgalls, and by the time evening came they had
+very good ink.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img class="img1" src="images/image_027.jpg" width="600" height="402" alt="Solomon John&#39;s Book&mdash;Page 26."  />
+<span class="caption">Solomon John&#39;s Book&mdash;Page 26.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>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 poultry-yard 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
+poultry-yard. When they got there the fowls were all at roost, <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span>so
+they could look at them quietly. But there were no geese! There were
+Shanghais, and Cochin-Chinas, and Guinea hens, and Barbary hens, and
+speckled hens, and Poland roosters, and bantams, and ducks, and
+turkeys, but not one goose! "No geese but ourselves," said Mrs.
+Peterkin, wittily, as they returned to the house. The sight of this
+procession roused up the village. "A torch-light 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 them that it was
+only his family visiting his hens.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_029.jpg" width="250" height="263" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 book-seller was just shutting
+up his shop. However, he agreed to go in and get a quill, which he
+did, and they hurried home.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> to write upon. So they all went to the post-office, and the
+little boys had their india-rubber 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 book. And they all went
+back rejoicing.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_030.jpg" width="250" height="111" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 I haven't got anything to say."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="MRS_PETERKIN_WISHES_TO_GO_TO_DRIVE" id="MRS_PETERKIN_WISHES_TO_GO_TO_DRIVE"></a>MRS. PETERKIN WISHES TO GO TO DRIVE.</h2>
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_031.jpg" width="100" height="113" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p><br />
+ne morning Mrs. Peterkin was feeling very tired, as she had been
+having a great many things to think of, and she said to Mr. Peterkin,
+"I believe I shall take a ride this morning!"</p>
+
+<p>And the little boys cried out, "Oh, may we go too?"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin said that Elizabeth Eliza and the little boys might go.</p>
+
+<p>So Mr. Peterkin had the horse put into the carryall, and he and
+Agamemnon went off to their business, and Solomon John to school; and
+Mrs. Peterkin began to get ready for her ride.</p>
+
+<p>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 prepare.</p>
+
+<p>The little boys went out to pick the currants and the gooseberries,
+and Elizabeth Eliza went out for her<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> flowers, and Mrs. Peterkin put
+on her cape-bonnet, and in time they were all ready. The little boys
+were in their india-rubber boots, and they got into the carriage.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza was to drive; so she sat on the front seat, and took
+up the reins, and the horse started off merrily, and then suddenly
+stopped, and would not go any farther.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_032.jpg" width="250" height="231" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>"We shall have to whip him," said Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>Now Mrs. Peterkin never liked to use the whip; but, as the horse would
+not go, she said she would get out and turn his head the other way,
+while Elizabeth Eliza whipped the horse, and when he began to go she
+would hurry and get in.</p>
+
+<p>So they tried this, but the horse would not stir.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps we have too heavy a load," said Mrs. Peterkin, as she got in.</p>
+
+<p>So they took out the currants and the gooseberries and the flowers,
+but still the horse would not go.</p>
+
+<p>One of the neighbors, from the opposite house, looking out just then,
+called out to them to try the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> whip. There was a high wind, and they
+could not hear exactly what she said.</p>
+
+<p>"I have tried the whip," said Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"She says 'whips,' such as you eat," said one of the little boys.</p>
+
+<p>"We might make those," said Mrs. Peterkin, thoughtfully.</p>
+
+<p>"We have got plenty of cream," said Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, let us have some whips," cried the little boys, getting out.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_033.jpg" width="250" height="118" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>And the opposite neighbor cried out something about whips; and the
+wind was very high.</p>
+
+<p>So they went into the kitchen, and whipped up the cream, and made some
+very delicious whips; and the little boys tasted all round, and they
+all thought they were very nice.</p>
+
+<p>They carried some out to the horse, who swallowed it down very
+quickly.</p>
+
+<p>"That is just what he wanted," said Mrs. Peterkin; "now he will
+certainly go!"</p>
+
+<p>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!</p>
+
+<p>"We must either give up our ride," said Mrs.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> Peterkin, mournfully,
+"or else send over to the lady from Philadelphia, and see what she
+will say."</p>
+
+<p>The little boys jumped out as quickly as they could; they were eager
+to go and ask the lady from Philadelphia. Elizabeth Eliza went with
+them, while her mother took the reins.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_034.jpg" width="250" height="123" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 opera-glass, and looked through it, across the way, up the street,
+to Mrs. Peterkin's door.</p>
+
+<p>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 horse-post?"</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza and the little boys looked at one another, and then
+hurried back to the house and told their mother. The horse was untied,
+and they all went to ride.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_AT_HOME" id="THE_PETERKINS_AT_HOME"></a>THE PETERKINS AT HOME.</h2>
+
+
+<h3>AT DINNER.</h3>
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_035a.jpg" width="100" height="107" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>nother little incident occurred in the Peterkin family. This was at
+dinner-time.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_035b.jpg" width="250" height="151" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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
+slices,&mdash;first one of lean, then 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.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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 apple-sauce, 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.</p>
+
+<p>"What is the matter now?" said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_037.jpg" width="250" height="293" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>"What shall be done now?" said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>They all sat and thought for a little while.</p>
+
+<p>At last said Mrs. Peterkin, rather uncertainly, "Suppose we ask the
+lady from Philadelphia what is best to be done."</p>
+
+<p>But Mr. Peterkin said he didn't like to go to her for everything; let
+the children try and eat their dinner as it was.</p>
+
+<p>And they all tried, but they couldn't. "Very well, then," said Mr.
+Peterkin, "let them go and ask the lady from Philadelphia."</p>
+
+<p>"All of us?" cried one of the little boys, in the excitement of the
+moment.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said, Mrs. Peterkin, "only put on your india-rubber boots." And
+they hurried out of the house.</p>
+
+<p>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 like the lean?"</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="WHY_THE_PETERKINS_HAD_A_LATE_DINNER" id="WHY_THE_PETERKINS_HAD_A_LATE_DINNER"></a>WHY THE PETERKINS HAD A LATE DINNER.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_038.jpg" width="100" height="113" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><br />
+he trouble was in the dumb-waiter. All had seated themselves at the
+dinner-table, and Amanda had gone to take out the dinner she had sent
+up from the kitchen on the dumb-waiter. 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 tried; all pulled together
+in vain; the dinner could not be stirred.</p>
+
+<p>"No dinner!" exclaimed Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>"I am quite hungry," said Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>At last Mr. Peterkin said, "I am not proud. I am willing to dine in
+the kitchen."</p>
+
+<p>This room was below the dining-room. All consented to this. Each one
+went down, taking a napkin.</p>
+
+<p>The cook laid the kitchen table, put on it her best table-cloth, and
+the family sat down. Amanda went to the dumb-waiter for the dinner,
+but she could not move it down.</p>
+
+<p>The family were all in dismay. There was the dinner,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> half-way between
+the kitchen and dining-room, and there were they all hungry to eat it!</p>
+
+<p>"What is there for dinner?" asked Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_039.jpg" width="250" height="119" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Roast turkey," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin lifted his eyes to the ceiling.</p>
+
+<p>"Squash, tomato, potato, and sweet potato," Mrs. Peterkin continued.</p>
+
+<p>"Sweet potato!" exclaimed both the little boys.</p>
+
+<p>"I am very glad now that I did not have cranberry," said Mrs.
+Peterkin, anxious to find a bright point.</p>
+
+<p>"Let us sit down and think about it," said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"I have an idea," said Agamemnon, after a while.</p>
+
+<p>"Let us hear it," said Mr. Peterkin. "Let each one speak his mind."</p>
+
+<p>"The turkey," said Agamemnon, "must be just above the kitchen door. If
+I had a ladder and an axe, I could cut away the plastering and reach
+it."</p>
+
+<p>"That is a great idea," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"If you think you could do it," said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Would it not be better to have a carpenter?" asked Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"A carpenter might have a ladder and an axe, and I think we have
+neither," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"A carpenter! A carpenter!" exclaimed the rest.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It was decided that Mr. Peterkin, Solomon John, and the little boys
+should go in search of a carpenter.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon proposed that, meanwhile, he should go and borrow a book,
+for he had another idea.</p>
+
+<p>"This affair of the turkey," he said, "reminds me of those buried
+cities that have been dug out,&mdash;Herculaneum, for instance."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes," interrupted Elizabeth Eliza, "and Pompeii."</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_040.jpg" width="250" height="85" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Agamemnon. "They found there pots and kettles. Now, I
+should like to know how they did it; and I mean to borrow a book and
+read. I think it was done with a pickaxe."</p>
+
+<p>So the party set out. But when Mr. Peterkin reached the carpenter's
+shop there was no carpenter to be found there.</p>
+
+<p>"He must be at his house, eating his dinner," suggested Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>"Happy man," exclaimed Mr. Peterkin, "he has a dinner to eat!"</p>
+
+<p>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 that he always came back at
+night to ring the nine-o'clock bell.</p>
+
+<p>"We must wait till then," said Mr. Peterkin, with an effort at
+cheerfulness.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>At home he found Agamemnon reading his book, and all sat down to hear
+of Herculaneum and Pompeii.</p>
+
+<p>Time passed on, and the question arose about tea. Would it do to have
+tea when they had had no dinner? A part of the family thought it would
+not do; the rest wanted tea.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose you remember the wise lady of Philadelphia, who was here
+not long ago?" said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Let us try to think what she would advise us," said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"I wish she were here," said Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"I think," said Mr. Peterkin, "she would say, let them that want tea
+have it; the rest can go without."</p>
+
+<p>So they had tea, and, as it proved, all sat down to it. But not much
+was eaten, as there had been no dinner.</p>
+
+<p>When the nine-o'clock bell was heard, Agamemnon, Solomon John, and the
+little boys rushed to the church and found the carpenter.</p>
+
+<p>They asked him to bring a ladder, axe, and pickaxe. As he felt it
+might be a case of fire he brought also his fire-buckets.</p>
+
+<p>When the matter was explained to him he went into the dining-room,
+looked into the dumb-waiter, untwisted a cord, and arranged the
+weight, and pulled up the dinner.</p>
+
+<p>There was a family shout.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"The trouble was in the weight," said the carpenter.</p>
+
+<p>"That is why it is called a dumb-waiter," Solomon John explained to
+the little boys.</p>
+
+<p>The dinner was put upon the table.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin frugally suggested that they might now keep it for next
+day, as to-day was almost gone, and they had had tea.</p>
+
+<p>But nobody listened. All sat down to the roast turkey, and Amanda
+warmed over the vegetables.</p>
+
+<p>"Patient waiters are no losers," said Agamemnon.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_SUMMER_JOURNEY" id="THE_PETERKINS_SUMMER_JOURNEY"></a>THE PETERKINS' SUMMER JOURNEY.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 110px;">
+<img src="images/image_043.jpg" width="110" height="112" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;fact, it was their last summer's journey,&mdash;for it had been planned
+then; but there had been so many difficulties it had been delayed.</p>
+
+<p>The first trouble had been about trunks. The family did not own a
+trunk suitable for travelling.</p>
+
+<p>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 patent-leather hand-bag. But all these were too small for the
+family. And the little boys wanted to carry their kite.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin suggested her grandmother's trunk. This was a
+hair-trunk, 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 bags.</p>
+
+<p>Everybody was delighted at this idea. It was agreed that the next day
+the things should be brought into Mrs. Peterkin's room for her to see
+if they could all be packed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"If we can get along," said Elizabeth Eliza, "without having to ask
+advice I shall be glad!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "it is time now for people to be coming to
+ask advice of us."</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_044.jpg" width="250" height="168" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 away,&mdash;Mrs.
+Peterkin's wedding-dress; the skirts the little boys used to wear
+before they put on jackets and trousers.</p>
+
+<p>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 weather you will have.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon fetched his books, and Solomon John his spy-glass. 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 hat for fishing, with a very wide brim and deep crown; all of
+heavy straw.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon brought down a large heavy dictionary, and an atlas still
+larger. This contained maps of all the countries in the world.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I have never had a chance to look at them," he said; "but when one
+travels, then is the time to study geography."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin wanted to take his turning-lathe. So Mrs. Peterkin packed
+his tool-chest. 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 india-rubber boots, in case it
+should not rain when they started. They each had a hoe and shovel, and
+some baskets, that were packed.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_045.jpg" width="250" height="194" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin called in all the family on the evening of the second
+day to see how she had succeeded. Everything was packed, even the
+little boys' kite lay smoothly on the top.</p>
+
+<p>"I like to see a thing so nicely done," said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>The next thing was to cord up the trunk, and Mr. Peterkin tried to
+move it. But neither he, nor Agamemnon,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> nor Solomon John could lift
+it alone, or all together.</p>
+
+<p>Here was a serious difficulty. Solomon John tried to make light of it.</p>
+
+<p>"Expressmen could lift it. Expressmen were used to such things."</p>
+
+<p>"But we did not plan expressing it," said Mrs. Peterkin, in a
+discouraged tone.</p>
+
+<p>"We can take a carriage," said Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>"I am afraid the trunk would not go on the back of a carriage," said
+Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/image_046.jpg" width="300" height="69" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"The hackman could not lift it, either," said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"People do travel with a great deal of baggage," said Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"And with very large trunks," said Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>"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."</p>
+
+<p>"We would not mind if we got it to the place," said Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"But how to get it there?" Mr. Peterkin asked, with a sigh.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"This is our first obstacle," said Agamemnon; "we must do our best to
+conquer it."</p>
+
+<p>"What is an obstacle?" asked the little boys.</p>
+
+<p>"It is the trunk," said Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>"Suppose we look out the word in the dictionary," said Agamemnon,
+taking the large volume from the trunk. "Ah, here it is"&mdash;And he
+read:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Obstacle</span>, <i>an impediment</i>."</p>
+
+<p>"That is a worse word than the other," said one of the little boys.</p>
+
+<p>"But listen to this," and Agamemnon continued: "<i>Impediment</i> is
+something that entangles the feet; <i>obstacle</i> something that stands in
+the way; obstruction, something that blocks up the passage;
+<i>hinderance</i>, something that holds back."</p>
+
+<p>"The trunk is all these," said Mr. Peterkin, gloomily.</p>
+
+<p>"It does not entangle the feet," said Solomon John, "for it can't
+move."</p>
+
+<p>"I wish it could," said the little boys together.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin spent a day or two in taking the things out of the trunk
+and putting them away.</p>
+
+<p>"At least," she said, "this has given me some experience in packing."</p>
+
+<p>And the little boys felt as if they had quite been a journey.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> could go and come with the things. But
+Elizabeth Eliza thought the place too public.</p>
+
+<p>Gradually the old contents of the great trunk went back again to it.</p>
+
+<p>At length a friend unexpectedly offered to lend Mr. Peterkin a
+good-sized family trunk. But it was late in the season, and so the
+journey was put off from that summer.</p>
+
+<p>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
+hair-trunk. 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
+turning-lathe at home, and his tool-chest.</p>
+
+<p>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 except
+the little boys' kite. What should they do about that?</p>
+
+<p>The little boys proposed carrying it in their hands; but Solomon John
+and Elizabeth Eliza would not consent to this.</p>
+
+<p>"I do think it is one of the cases where we might ask the advice of
+the lady from Philadelphia," said Mrs. Peterkin, at last.</p>
+
+<p>"She has come on here," said Agamemnon, "and we have not been to see
+her this summer."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"She may think we have been neglecting her," suggested Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>The little boys begged to be allowed to go and ask her opinion about
+the kite. They came back in high spirits.</p>
+
+<p>"She says we might leave this one at home, and make a new kite when we
+get there," they cried.</p>
+
+<p>"What a sensible idea!" exclaimed Mr. Peterkin; "and I may have
+leisure to help you."</p>
+
+<p>"We'll take plenty of newspapers," said Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>"And twine," said the little boys. And this matter was settled.</p>
+
+<p>The question then was, "When should they go?"</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_049.jpg" width="500" height="240" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_SNOWED-UP" id="THE_PETERKINS_SNOWED-UP"></a>THE PETERKINS SNOWED-UP.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 110px;">
+<img src="images/image_050a.jpg" width="110" height="103" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>rs. Peterkin awoke one morning to find a heavy snow-storm 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,
+covering hedges and fences.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_050b.jpg" width="250" height="248" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 swift-falling flakes.</p>
+
+<p>"What shall I do about it?" thought Mrs. Peterkin. "No roads cleared
+out! Of course there'll be no butcher and no milkman!"</p>
+
+<p>The first thing to be done was to wake up all the family early; for
+there was enough in the house for breakfast, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> there was no knowing
+when they would have anything more to eat.</p>
+
+<p>It was best to secure the breakfast first.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_051a.jpg" width="250" height="214" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>So she went from one room to the other, as soon as it was light,
+waking the family, and before long all were dressed and downstairs.</p>
+
+<p>And then all went round the house to see what had happened.</p>
+
+<p>All the water-pipes that there were were frozen. The milk was frozen.
+They could open the door into the wood-house; but the wood-house door
+into the yard was banked up with snow; and the front door, and the
+piazza door, and the side door stuck. Nobody could get in or out!</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_051b.jpg" width="250" height="219" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Meanwhile, Amanda, the cook, had succeeded in making the kitchen fire,
+but had discovered there was no furnace coal.</p>
+
+<p>"The furnace coal was to have come to-day," said Mrs. Peterkin,
+apologetically.</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing will come to-day," said Mr. Peterkin, shivering.</p>
+
+<p>But a fire could be made in a stove in the dining-room.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>All were glad to sit down to breakfast and hot coffee. The little boys
+were much pleased to have "ice-cream" for breakfast.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 75px;">
+<img src="images/image_052.jpg" width="75" height="174" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"When we get a little warm," said Mr. Peterkin, "we will consider what
+is to be done."</p>
+
+<p>"I am thankful I ordered the sausages yesterday," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+"I was to have had a leg of mutton to-day."</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing will come to-day," said Agamemnon, gloomily.</p>
+
+<p>"Are these sausages the last meat in the house?" asked Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>The potatoes also were gone, the barrel of apples empty, and she had
+meant to order more flour that very day.</p>
+
+<p>"Then we are eating our last provisions," said Solomon John, helping
+himself to another sausage.</p>
+
+<p>"I almost wish we had stayed in bed," said Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought it best to make sure of our breakfast first," repeated Mrs.
+Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Shall we literally have nothing left to eat?" asked Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"There's the pig!" suggested Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>Yes, happily, the pigsty was at the end of the wood-house, and could
+be reached under cover.</p>
+
+<p>But some of the family could not eat fresh pork.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"We should have to 'corn' part of him," said Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>"My butcher has always told me," said Mrs. Peterkin, "that if I wanted
+a ham I must keep a pig. Now we have the pig, but have not the ham!"</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps we could 'corn' one or two of his legs," suggested one of the
+little boys.</p>
+
+<p>"We need not settle that now," said Mr. Peterkin. "At least the pig
+will keep us from starving."</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 75px;">
+<img src="images/image_053.jpg" width="75" height="203" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>The little boys looked serious; they were fond of their pig.</p>
+
+<p>"If we had only decided to keep a cow," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Alas! yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "one learns a great many things too
+late!"</p>
+
+<p>"Then we might have had ice-cream all the time!" exclaimed the little
+boys.</p>
+
+<p>Indeed, the little boys, in spite of the prospect of starving, were
+quite pleasantly excited at the idea of being snowed-up, and hurried
+through their breakfasts that they might go and try to shovel out a
+path from one of the doors.</p>
+
+<p>"I ought to know more about the water-pipes," said Mr. Peterkin. "Now,
+I shut off the water last night in the bath-room, or else I forgot to;
+and I ought to have shut it off in the cellar."</p>
+
+<p>The little boys came back. Such a wind at the front door, they were
+going to try the side door.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Another thing I have learned to-day," said Mr. Peterkin, "is not to
+have all the doors on one side of the house, because the storm blows
+the snow against <i>all</i> the doors."</p>
+
+<p>Solomon John started up.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;">
+<img src="images/image_054.jpg" width="150" height="153" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Let us see if we are blocked up on the east side of the house!" he
+exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"Of what use," asked Mr. Peterkin, "since we have no door on the east
+side?"</p>
+
+<p>"We could cut one," said Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, we could cut a door," exclaimed Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>"But how can we tell whether there is any snow there?" asked Elizabeth
+Eliza,&mdash;"for there is no window."</p>
+
+<p>In fact, the east side of the Peterkins' house formed a blank wall.
+The owner had originally planned a little block of semi-detached
+houses. He had completed only one, very semi and very detached.</p>
+
+<p>"It is not necessary to see," said Agamemnon, profoundly; "of course,
+if the storm blows against this side of the house, the house itself
+must keep the snow from the other side."</p>
+
+<p>"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"&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"We could open a way to the butcher," said Mr. Peterkin, promptly.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon went for his pickaxe.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> He had kept one in the house ever
+since the adventure of the dumb-waiter.</p>
+
+<p>"What part of the wall had we better attack?" asked Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 75px;">
+<img src="images/image_055a.jpg" width="75" height="253" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin was alarmed.</p>
+
+<p>"What will Mr. Mudge, the owner of the house, think of it?" she
+exclaimed. "Have we a right to injure the wall of the house?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is right to preserve ourselves from starving," said Mr. Peterkin.
+"The drowning man must snatch at a straw!"</p>
+
+<p>"It is better that he should find his house chopped a little when the
+thaw comes," said Elizabeth Eliza, "than that he should find us lying
+about the house, dead of hunger, upon the floor."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin was partially convinced.</p>
+
+<p>The little boys came in to warm their hands. They had not succeeded in
+opening the side door, and were planning trying to open the door from
+the wood-house to the garden.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_055b.jpg" width="250" height="132" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"That would be of no use," said Mrs. Peterkin, "the butcher cannot get
+into the garden."</p>
+
+<p>"But we might shovel off the snow," suggested one of the little boys,
+"and dig down to some of last year's onions."</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile, Mr. Peterkin, Agamemnon, and Solomon<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> 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.</p>
+
+<p>The little boys were delighted with the plan, and hastened to
+find,&mdash;one, a little hatchet, and the other a gimlet. Even Amanda
+armed herself with a poker.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 80px;">
+<img src="images/image_056a.jpg" width="80" height="167" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"It would be better to begin on the ground floor," said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Except that we may meet with a stone foundation," said Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>"If the wall is thinner upstairs," said Agamemnon, "it will do as well
+to cut a window as a door, and haul up anything the butcher may bring
+below in his cart."</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 75px;">
+<img src="images/image_056b.jpg" width="75" height="215" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 days and
+days of secret labor.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin, even, had come with a pair of tongs in her hand. She
+was interrupted by a voice behind her.</p>
+
+<p>"Here's your leg of mutton, marm!"</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 40px;">
+<img src="images/image_056c.jpg" width="40" height="179" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>It was the butcher. How had he got in?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Excuse me, marm, for coming in at the side door, but the back gate is
+kinder blocked up. You were making such a pounding I could not make
+anybody hear me knock at the side door."</p>
+
+<p>"But how did you make a path to the door?" asked Mr. Peterkin. "You
+must have been working at it a long time. It must be near noon now."</p>
+
+<p>"I'm about on regular time," answered the butcher. "The town team has
+cleared out the high road, and the wind has been down the last
+half-hour. The storm is over."</p>
+
+<p>True enough! The Peterkins had been so busy inside the house they had
+not noticed the ceasing of the storm outside.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_057.jpg" width="250" height="77" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"And we were all up an hour earlier than usual," said Mr. Peterkin,
+when the butcher left. He had not explained to the butcher why he had
+a pickaxe in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>"If we had lain abed till the usual time," said Solomon John, "we
+should have been all right."</p>
+
+<p>"For here is the milkman!" said Elizabeth Eliza, as a knock was now
+heard at the side door.</p>
+
+<p>"It is a good thing to learn," said Mr. Peterkin, "not to get up any
+earlier than is necessary."</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_DECIDE_TO_KEEP_A_COW" id="THE_PETERKINS_DECIDE_TO_KEEP_A_COW"></a>THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO KEEP A COW.</h2>
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_058.jpg" width="100" height="104" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>ot 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 healthy.</p>
+
+<p>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
+snow-storm, and the water-pipes burst, and the milk was frozen. If the
+cow-shed could open out of the wood-shed such trouble might be
+prevented.</p>
+
+<p>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 whooping-cough in the course of the
+winter. The little boys thought they knew how already.</p>
+
+<p>But if they were to have three or four pailfuls of milk every day it
+was important to know where to keep it.</p>
+
+<p>"One way will be," said Mrs. Peterkin, "to use a great deal every day.
+We will make butter."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"That will be admirable," thought Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"And custards," suggested Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>"And syllabub," said Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"And cocoa-nut cakes," exclaimed the little boys.</p>
+
+<p>"We don't need the milk for cocoa-nut cakes," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 150px;">
+<img src="images/image_059.jpg" width="150" height="273" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>The little boys thought they might have a cocoa-nut tree instead of a
+cow. You could have the milk from the cocoa-nuts, and it would be
+pleasant climbing the tree, and you would not have to feed it.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "we shall have to feed the cow."</p>
+
+<p>"Where shall we pasture her?" asked Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>"Up on the hills, up on the hills," exclaimed the little boys, "where
+there are a great many bars to take down, and huckleberry-bushes!"</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin had been thinking of their own little lot behind the
+house.</p>
+
+<p>"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 left for to-morrow, unless the
+grass grew fast enough every night."</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon said it would depend upon the season. In a rainy season the
+grass would come up very fast, in a drought it might not grow at all.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose," said Mrs. Peterkin, "that is the worst of having a
+cow,&mdash;there might be a drought."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin thought they might make some calculation from the
+quantity of grass in the lot.</p>
+
+<p>Solomon John suggested that measurements might be made by seeing how
+much grass the Bromwicks' cow, opposite them, eat up in a day.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_060.jpg" width="250" height="213" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>The little boys agreed to go over and spend the day on the Bromwicks'
+fence, and take an observation.</p>
+
+<p>"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 time; a part of the time she would be chewing."</p>
+
+<p>The little boys thought they should like nothing better than to have
+some sticks, and keep the cow in one corner of the yard till the
+calculations were made.</p>
+
+<p>But Elizabeth Eliza was afraid the Bromwicks would not like it.</p>
+
+<p>"Of course, it would bring all the boys in the school about the place,
+and very likely they would make the cow angry."</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon recalled that Mr. Bromwick once wanted to hire Mr.
+Peterkin's lot for his cow.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin started up.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"That is true; and of course Mr. Bromwick must have known there was
+feed enough for one cow."</p>
+
+<p>"And the reason you didn't let him have it," said Solomon John, "was
+that Elizabeth Eliza was afraid of cows."</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_061.jpg" width="250" height="287" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"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 her jumping over the fence into the
+flower-beds."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin declared that he should buy a cow of the quietest kind.</p>
+
+<p>"I should think something might be done about covering her horns,"
+said Mrs. Peterkin; "that seems the most dangerous part. Perhaps they
+might be padded with cotton."</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza said cows were built so large and clumsy that if they
+came at you they could not help knocking you over.</p>
+
+<p>The little boys would prefer having the pasture a great way off. Half
+the fun of having a cow would be going up on the hills after her.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon thought the feed was not so good on the hills.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"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."</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_062.jpg" width="250" height="232" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"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 yard just as I was coming
+home of an afternoon."</p>
+
+<p>"That is true," said Mr. Peterkin; "we can have the door of the
+cow-house open directly into the pasture, and save the coming and
+going."</p>
+
+<p>The little boys were quite disappointed. The cow would miss the
+exercise, and they would lose a great pleasure.</p>
+
+<p>Solomon John suggested that they might sit on the fence and watch the
+cow.</p>
+
+<p>It was decided to keep the cow in their own pasture; and, as they were
+to put on an end kitchen, it would be perfectly easy to build a dairy.</p>
+
+<p>The cow proved a quiet one. She was a little excited when all the
+family stood round at the first milking, and watched her slowly
+walking into the shed.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza bought the best kind of milk-pans,
+of every size.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_063.jpg" width="250" height="117" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>But there was a little disappointment about the taste of the milk.</p>
+
+<p>The little boys liked it, and drank large mugs of it. Elizabeth Eliza
+said she could never learn to love milk warm from the cow, though she
+would like to do her best to patronize the cow.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin was afraid Amanda did not understand about taking care
+of the milk; yet she had been down to overlook her, and she was sure
+the pans and the closet were all clean.</p>
+
+<p>"Suppose we send a pitcher of cream over to the lady from Philadelphia
+to try," said Elizabeth Eliza; "it will be a pretty attention before
+she goes."</p>
+
+<p>"It might be awkward if she didn't like it," said Solomon John.
+"Perhaps something is the matter with the grass."</p>
+
+<p>"I gave the cow an apple to eat yesterday," said one of the little
+boys, remorsefully.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza went over, and Mrs. Peterkin, too, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> explained all
+to the lady from Philadelphia, asking her to taste the milk.</p>
+
+<p>The lady from Philadelphia tasted, and said the truth was that the
+milk was sour.</p>
+
+<p>"I was afraid it was so," said Mrs. Peterkin; "but I didn't know what
+to expect from these new kinds of cows."</p>
+
+<p>The lady from Philadelphia asked where the milk was kept.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_064.jpg" width="250" height="151" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"In the new dairy," answered Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"Is that in a cool place?" asked the lady from Philadelphia.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza explained it was close by the new kitchen.</p>
+
+<p>"Is it near the chimney?" inquired the lady from Philadelphia.</p>
+
+<p>"It is directly back of the chimney and the new kitchen range,"
+replied Elizabeth Eliza. "I suppose it is too hot!"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, well!" said Mrs. Peterkin, "that is it! Last winter the milk
+froze, and now we have gone to the other extreme! Where shall we put
+our dairy?"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_CHRISTMAS-TREE" id="THE_PETERKINS_CHRISTMAS-TREE"></a>THE PETERKINS' CHRISTMAS-TREE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_065a.jpg" width="100" height="124" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><br />
+arly in the autumn the Peterkins began to prepare for their
+Christmas-tree. Everything was done in great privacy, as it was to be
+a surprise to the neighbors, as well as to the rest of the family. Mr.
+Peterkin had been up to Mr. Bromwick's wood-lot, 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.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_065b.jpg" width="250" height="323" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>At length Mr. Peterkin had it cut down and brought secretly into the
+Larkins' barn. A week or two before Christmas a measurement was made
+of it with Elizabeth Eliza's yard-measure. To Mr. Peterkin's great
+dismay it was discovered that it was too high to stand in the back
+parlor.</p>
+
+<p>This fact was brought out at a secret council of Mr. and Mrs.
+Peterkin, Elizabeth Eliza, and Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon suggested that it might be set up slanting; but Mrs.
+Peterkin was very sure it would make her dizzy, and the candles would
+drip.</p>
+
+<p>But a brilliant idea came to Mr. Peterkin. He proposed that the
+ceiling of the parlor should be raised to make room for the top of the
+tree.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza thought the space would need to be quite large. It
+must not be like a small box, or you could not see the tree.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_066.jpg" width="250" height="212" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "I should have the ceiling lifted all across
+the room; the effect would be finer."</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> was not very high now, and, if the floor were raised, perhaps
+she could not walk in it upright.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin explained that he didn't propose altering the whole
+ceiling, but to lift up a ridge across the room at the back part where
+the tree was to stand. This would make a hump, to be sure, in
+Elizabeth Eliza's room; but it would go across the whole room.</p>
+
+<p>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 sea-sickness. She thought she should
+like it, for a rarity. She might use it for a divan.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin thought it would come in the worn place of the carpet,
+and might be a convenience in making the carpet over.</p>
+
+<p>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 jobs.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_067.jpg" width="250" height="226" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 rocking-chair, 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 satisfy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> all the
+family, and the chairs were made uniformly of the same height.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>So the folding-doors 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 hole in
+her floor that might be dangerous.</p>
+
+<p>All this delighted the little boys. They could not understand what was
+going on. Perhaps they suspected a Christmas-tree, but they did not
+know why a Christmas-tree should have so many chips, and were still
+more astonished at the hump that appeared in Elizabeth Eliza's room.
+It must be a Christmas present, or else the tree in a box.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_068.jpg" width="250" height="264" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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, and under the stairs, and in the corners of the entry.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>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 inside the room.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza meanwhile went into town a number of times. She wanted
+to consult Amanda as to how much ice-cream 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 padding on the ceiling for fear of accidents.</p>
+
+<p>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 on
+a neat box.</p>
+
+<p>But what were they to put upon the tree?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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, according to the directions;
+but there was so little wax!</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_070.jpg" width="250" height="197" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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
+they were for.</p>
+
+<p>These apples, a little blunt at the end, and the candles, were all
+they had for the tree!</p>
+
+<p>After all her trips into town Elizabeth Eliza had forgotten to bring
+anything for it.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought of candies and sugar-plums," 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 had bumped it pretty badly, too."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin wished he had taken, instead of a fir-tree, an apple-tree
+he had seen in October, full of red fruit.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"But the leaves would have fallen off by this time," said Elizabeth
+Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"And the apples, too," said Solomon John.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_071.jpg" width="250" height="248" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"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 Christmas-trees; but I knew the little boys were making the
+gilt apples; there were plenty of candles in the shops, but I knew
+Solomon John was making the candles."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin thought it was quite natural.</p>
+
+<p>Solomon John wondered if it were too late for them to go into town
+now.</p>
+
+<p>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.
+Besides, they would want to try the candles to-night.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin asked if the presents everybody had been preparing would
+not answer. But Elizabeth Eliza knew they would be too heavy.</p>
+
+<p>A gloom came over the room. There was only a flickering gleam from one
+of Solomon John's candles that he had lighted by way of trial.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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 would not leave time to do anything and come back.</p>
+
+<p>"We could go in, Elizabeth Eliza and I," said Solomon John, "but we
+should not have time to buy anything."</p>
+
+<p>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
+calcium light! Solomon John's candle sputtered and went out.</p>
+
+<p>At this moment there was a loud knocking at the front door. The little
+boys, and the small cousins, and the uncles and aunts, and Mrs.
+Peterkin, hastened to see what was the matter.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>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 the small cousins were sure they had seen
+Santa Claus himself.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin lighted the gas. The box was addressed to Elizabeth
+Eliza. It was from the lady from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> Philadelphia! She had gathered a
+hint from Elizabeth Eliza's letters that there was to be a
+Christmas-tree, and had filled this box with all that would be needed.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/image_073.jpg" width="350" height="124" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>It was opened directly. There was every kind of gilt hanging-thing,
+from gilt pea-pods to butterflies on springs. There were shining flags
+and lanterns, and bird-cages, 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 Philadelphia
+bonbons!</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza and Solomon John could scarcely keep from screaming.
+The little boys and the small cousins knocked on the folding-doors to
+ask what was the matter.</p>
+
+<p>Hastily Mr. Peterkin and the rest took out the things and hung them on
+the tree, and put on the candles.</p>
+
+<p>When all was done, it looked so well that Mr. Peterkin exclaimed:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Let us light the candles now, and send to invite all the neighbors
+to-night, and have the tree on Christmas Eve!"</p>
+
+<p>And so it was that the Peterkins had their Christmas-tree the day
+before, and on Christmas night could go and visit their neighbors.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="MRS_PETERKINS_TEA-PARTY" id="MRS_PETERKINS_TEA-PARTY"></a>MRS. PETERKIN'S TEA-PARTY.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_074.jpg" width="100" height="108" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>was important to have a tea-party, as they had all been invited by
+everybody,&mdash;the 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.</p>
+
+<p>But as soon as they began to make out the list they saw there were too
+many to have at once, for there were but twelve cups and saucers in
+the best set.</p>
+
+<p>"There are seven of <i>us</i>, to begin with," said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"We need not all drink tea," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"I never do," said Solomon John. The little boys never did.</p>
+
+<p>"And we could have coffee, too," suggested Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"That would take as many cups," objected Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>"We could use the every-day set for the coffee,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> 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."</p>
+
+<p>"There are but six cups in the every-day set," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/image_075.jpg" width="350" height="150" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>The little boys said there were plenty of saucers; and Mr. Peterkin
+agreed with Elizabeth Eliza that all would not come. Old Mr. Jeffers
+never went out.</p>
+
+<p>"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."</p>
+
+<p>It really did seem safe to ask "everybody." They would be sorry, after
+it was over, that they had not asked more.</p>
+
+<p>"We have the cow," said Mrs. Peterkin, "so there will be as much cream
+and milk as we shall need."</p>
+
+<p>"And our own pig," said Agamemnon. "I am glad we had it salted; so we
+can have plenty of sandwiches."</p>
+
+<p>"I will buy a chest of tea," exclaimed Mr. Peterkin, "I have been
+thinking of a chest for some time."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin thought a whole chest would not be needed; it was as
+well to buy the tea and coffee by the pound. But Mr. Peterkin
+determined on a chest of tea and a bag of coffee.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_076a.jpg" width="250" height="147" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>So they decided to give the invitations to all. It might be a stormy
+evening, and some would be prevented.</p>
+
+<p>The lady from Philadelphia and her daughters accepted.</p>
+
+<p>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, and Mary Osborne an aunt, that they took the liberty to bring.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_076b.jpg" width="200" height="141" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 tell their mother that
+more were coming. 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.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> they all sat at the same side of the
+room on the long sofa.</p>
+
+<p>All the Jefferses came, though they had sent uncertain answers. Old
+Mr. Jeffers had to be helped in, with his cane, by Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>The Gibbons boys came, and would stand just outside the parlor door.
+And Juliana appeared afterward, with the two other sisters,
+unexpectedly home from the West.</p>
+
+<p>"Got home this morning!" they said. "And so glad to be in time to see
+everybody,&mdash;a little tired, to be sure, after forty-eight hours in a
+sleeping-car!"</p>
+
+<p>"Forty-eight!" repeated Mrs. Peterkin; and wondered if there were
+forty-eight people, and why they were all so glad to come, and whether
+all could sit down.</p>
+
+<p>Old Mr. and Mrs. Bromwick came. They thought it would not be
+neighborly to stay away. They insisted on getting into the most
+uncomfortable seats.</p>
+
+<p>Yet there seemed to be seats enough while the Gibbons boys preferred
+to stand. But they never could sit round a tea-table. Elizabeth Eliza
+had thought they all might have room at the table, and Solomon John
+and the little boys could help in the waiting.</p>
+
+<p>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:<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Four Gibbons girls and Mary Osborne's aunt,&mdash;that makes nineteen; and
+now"&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>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 introduced to the Bromwicks.</p>
+
+<p>It was delightful for the little boys. They came to Elizabeth Eliza,
+and asked:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Can't we go and ask more? Can't we fetch the Larkins?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, dear, no!" answered Elizabeth Eliza. "I can't even count them."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin found time to meet Elizabeth Eliza in the side entry, to
+ask if there were going to be cups enough.</p>
+
+<p>"I have set Agamemnon in the front entry to count,"' said Elizabeth
+Eliza, putting her hand to her head.</p>
+
+<p>The little boys came to say that the Maberlys were coming.</p>
+
+<p>"The Maberlys!" exclaimed Elizabeth Eliza. "I never asked them."</p>
+
+<p>"It is your father's doing," cried Mrs. Peterkin. "I do believe he
+asked everybody he saw!" And she hurried back to her guests.</p>
+
+<p>"What if father really has asked everybody?" Elizabeth Eliza said to
+herself, pressing her head again with her hand.</p>
+
+<p>There were the cow and the pig. But if they all took tea or coffee, or
+both, the cups could <i>not</i> go round.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon returned in the midst of her agony.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img class="img1" src="images/image_079.jpg" width="600" height="430" alt="Mrs. Peterkin&#39;s Tea-party.&mdash;Page 76."  />
+<span class="caption">Mrs. Peterkin&#39;s Tea-party.&mdash;Page 76.</span>
+</div><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>He had not been able to count the guests, they moved about so, they
+talked so; and it would not look well to appear to count.</p>
+
+<p>"What shall we do?" exclaimed Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"We are not a family for an emergency," said Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>"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 there! Could not you
+go in and ask, just as if you wanted to know?"</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon looked into the room, but there were too many talking with
+the lady from Philadelphia.</p>
+
+<p>"If we could only look into some book," he said,&mdash;"the encyclop&aelig;dia or
+the dictionary; they are such a help sometimes!"</p>
+
+<p>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
+them,&mdash;he knew they were men for emergencies.</p>
+
+<p>He ran up to his room, and met Solomon John coming down with chairs.</p>
+
+<p>"That is a good thought," said Agamemnon. "I will bring down more
+upstairs chairs."</p>
+
+<p>"No," said Solomon John, "here are all that can come<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> down; the rest
+of the bedroom chairs match bureaus, and they never will do!"</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon kept on to his own room, to consult his books. If only he
+could invent something on the spur of the moment,&mdash;a 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 came to tell him that
+Elizabeth Eliza wanted him.</p>
+
+<p>The little boys had been busy thinking. They proposed that the
+tea-table, 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.</p>
+
+<p>But Elizabeth Eliza feared it would not be safe to push so large a
+table; it might upset, and break what china they had.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon came down to find her pouring out tea, in the back room. She
+called to him:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Agamemnon, you must bring Mary Osborne to help, and perhaps one of
+the Gibbons boys would carry round some of the cups."</p>
+
+<p>And so she began to pour out, and to send round the sandwiches, and
+the tea, and the coffee. Let things go as far as they would!</p>
+
+<p>The little boys took the sugar and cream.</p>
+
+<p>"As soon as they have done drinking bring back the cups and saucers to
+be washed," she said to the Gibbons boys and the little boys.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>This was an idea of Mary Osborne's.</p>
+
+<p>But what was their surprise that the more they poured out the more
+cups they seemed to have! Elizabeth Eliza took the coffee, and Mary
+Osborne the tea. Amanda brought fresh cups from the kitchen.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't understand it," Elizabeth Eliza said to Amanda. "Do they come
+back to you round through the piazza? Surely there are more cups than
+there were!"</p>
+
+<p>Her surprise was greater when some of them proved to be coffee-cups
+that matched the set! And they never had had coffee-cups.</p>
+
+<p>Solomon John came in at this moment, breathless with triumph.</p>
+
+<p>"Solomon John!" Elizabeth Eliza exclaimed; "I cannot understand the
+cups!"</p>
+
+<p>"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 answered, as quick as she could."</p>
+
+<p>"She must have guessed," interrupted Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"That may be," said Solomon John. "But I whispered to Ann Maria
+Bromwick,&mdash;she was standing by,&mdash;and she took me straight over into
+their closet, and old Mr. Bromwick bought this set just where we
+bought ours. And they had a coffee-set, too"&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"You mean where our father and mother bought them. We were not born,"
+said Elizabeth Eliza.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"It is all the same," said Solomon John. "They match exactly."</p>
+
+<p>So they did, and more and more came in.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza exclaimed:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"And Agamemnon says we are not a family for emergencies!"</p>
+
+<p>"Ann Maria was very good about it," said Solomon John; "and quick,
+too. And old Mrs. Bromwick has kept all her set of two dozen coffee
+and tea cups!"</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>"No trouble now!"</p>
+
+<p>She thought of the cow, and she thought of the pig, and she poured on.</p>
+
+<p>No trouble, except about the chairs. She looked into the room; all
+seemed to be sitting down, even her mother. No, her father was
+standing, talking to Mr. Jeffers. But he was drinking coffee, and the
+Gibbons boys were handing things around.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_085.jpg" width="200" height="115" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 was talking and laughing, except those who were listening.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin broke away, to bring back his cup and another for more
+coffee.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"It's a great success, Elizabeth Eliza," he whispered. "The coffee is
+admirable, and plenty of cups. We asked none too many. I should not
+mind having a tea-party every week."</p>
+
+<p>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 to be done after tea?</p>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_TOO_LATE_FOR_THE_EXHIBITION" id="THE_PETERKINS_TOO_LATE_FOR_THE_EXHIBITION"></a>THE PETERKINS TOO LATE FOR THE EXHIBITION.</h2>
+
+<p class="center"><i>Dramatis Person&aelig;.</i>&mdash;Amanda (friend of Elizabeth Eliza), Amanda's
+mother, girls of the graduating class, Mrs. Peterkin, Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Amanda</span> [<i>coming in with a few graduates</i>].</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 110px;">
+<img src="images/image_086.jpg" width="110" height="117" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>other, the exhibition is over, and I have brought the whole class
+home to the collation.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;The whole class! But I only expected a few.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;The rest are coming. I brought Julie, and Clara, and Sophie
+with me. [<i>A voice is heard.</i>] Here are the rest.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;Why, no. It is Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;Too late for the exhibition. Such a shame! But in time for
+the collation.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother</span> [<i>to herself</i>].&mdash;If the ice-cream will go round.</p>
+
+<p><i>Amanda.</i>&mdash;But what made you so late? Did you miss the train? This is
+Elizabeth Eliza, girls,&mdash;you have heard me speak of her. What a pity
+you were too late!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;We tried to come; we did our best.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;Did you miss the train? Didn't you get my postal-card?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;We had nothing to do with the train.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;You don't mean you walked?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;Oh, no, indeed!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;We came in a horse and carryall.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Julia.</span>&mdash;I always wondered how anybody could come in a horse!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;You are too foolish, Julie. They came in the carryall part.
+But didn't you start in time?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;It all comes from the carryall being so hard to turn.
+I told Mr. Peterkin we should get into trouble with one of those
+carryalls that don't turn easy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;They turn easy enough in the stable, so you can't
+tell.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;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
+Boston.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;And you tipped over in turning round! Oh, what an accident!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;And the little boys,&mdash;where are they? Are they killed?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;The little boys are all safe. We left them at the
+Pringles', with Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;But what did happen?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;We started the wrong way.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;You lost your way, after all?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;No; we knew the way well enough.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;It's as plain as a pikestaff!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;No; we had the horse faced in the wrong
+direction,&mdash;toward Providence.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;And mother was afraid to have me turn, and we kept
+on and on till we should reach a wide place.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;I thought we should come to a road that would veer off
+to the right or left, and bring us back to the right direction.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;Could not you all get out and turn the thing round?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;Why, no; if it had broken down we should not have been
+in anything, and could not have gone anywhere.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;Yes, I have always heard it was best to stay in the
+carriage, whatever happens.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Julia.</span>&mdash;But nothing seemed to happen.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;Oh, yes; we met one man after another, and we asked
+the way to Boston.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;And all they would say was, "Turn right round,&mdash;you
+are on the road to Providence."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;As if we could turn right round! That was just what we
+couldn't.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;You don't mean you kept on all the way to Providence?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;Oh, dear, no! We kept on and on, till we met a man
+with a black hand-bag,&mdash;black leather, I should say.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Julia.</span>&mdash;He must have been a book-agent.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;I dare say he was; his bag seemed heavy. He set it on
+a stone.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;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 it; they bought books for the look of the thing.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;Now, that was illiterate; he never could have graduated. I
+hope, Elizabeth Eliza, you had nothing to do with that man.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;Very likely it was not the same one.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;Did he have a kind of pepper-and-salt suit, with one of the
+buttons worn?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;I noticed one of the buttons was off.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;We're off the subject. Did you buy his book?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;He never offered us his book.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;He told us the same story,&mdash;we were going to
+Providence; if we wanted to go to Boston we must turn directly round.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;I told him I couldn't; but he took the horse's head,
+and the first thing I knew&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;He had yanked you round!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;I screamed; I couldn't help it!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;I was glad when it was over!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;Well, well; it shows the disadvantage of starting wrong.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;Yes, we came straight enough when the horse was headed
+right; but we lost time.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;I am sorry enough I lost the exhibition, and seeing
+you take the diploma, Amanda. I never got the diploma myself. I came
+near it.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;Somehow, Elizabeth Eliza never succeeded. I think
+there was partiality about the promotions.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_090.jpg" width="250" height="213" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;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'
+questions.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Julia.</span>&mdash;It's odd how the other girls always have the easiest
+questions.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;I never could remember poetry. There was only one
+thing I could repeat.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;Oh, do let us have it now; and then we'll recite to you some
+of our exhibition pieces.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;I'll try.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;Yes, Elizabeth Eliza, do what you can to help
+entertain Amanda's friends.</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>All stand looking at</i> <span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza</span>, <i>who remains silent and
+thoughtful.</i>]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;I'm trying to think what it is about. You all know
+it. You remember, Amanda,&mdash;the name is rather long.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;It can't be Nebuchadnezzar, can it?&mdash;that is one of the
+longest names I know.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span> Oh, dear, no!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Julia.</span>&mdash;Perhaps it's Cleopatra.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;It does begin with a "C,"&mdash;only he was a boy.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;That's a pity, for it might be "We are seven," only that is a
+girl. Some of them were boys.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;It begins about a boy&mdash;if I could only think where
+he was. I can't remember.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;Perhaps he "stood upon the burning deck"?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;That's just it; I knew he stood somewhere.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;Casabianca! Now begin&mdash;go ahead.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The boy stood on the burning deck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When&mdash;when"&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>I can't think who stood there with him.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Julia.</span>&mdash;If the deck was burning, it must have been on fire. I guess
+the rest ran away, or jumped into boats.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;That's just it:&mdash;</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"Whence all but him had fled."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;I think I can say it now.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The boy stood on the burning deck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whence all but him had fled"&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>[<i>She hesitates.</i>] Then I think he went&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Julia.</span>&mdash;Of course, he fled after the rest.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;Dear, no! That's the point. He didn't.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The flames rolled on, he would not go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Without his father's word."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;Oh, yes. Now I can say it.</p>
+
+<div class="poem"><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">"The boy stood on the burning deck,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whence all but him had fled;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The flames rolled on, he would not go<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Without his father's word."<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p>But it used to rhyme. I don't know what has happened to it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peterkin.</span>&mdash;Elizabeth Eliza is very particular about the rhymes.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Elizabeth Eliza.</span>&mdash;It must be "without his father's <i>head</i>," or,
+perhaps, "without his father <i>said</i>" he should.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Julia.</span>&mdash;I think you must have omitted something.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;She has left out ever so much!</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mother.</span>&mdash;Perhaps it's as well to omit some, for the ice-cream has
+come, and you must all come down.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Amanda.</span>&mdash;And here are the rest of the girls; and let us all unite in a
+song!</p>
+
+<p class="center">[<i>Exeunt omnes singing.</i>]</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_CELEBRATE_THE_FOURTH_OF_JULY" id="THE_PETERKINS_CELEBRATE_THE_FOURTH_OF_JULY"></a>THE PETERKINS CELEBRATE THE FOURTH OF JULY.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 110px;">
+<img src="images/image_094a.jpg" width="110" height="160" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>he day began early.</p>
+
+<p>A compact had been made with the little boys the evening before.</p>
+
+<p>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 the family were downstairs.</p>
+
+<p>It was thought that a peace might thus be bought by a short, though
+crowded, period of noise.</p>
+
+<p>The morning came. Even before the morning, at half-past three o'clock,
+a terrible blast of the horns aroused the whole family.</p>
+
+<p>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 not well, and her doctor had prescribed quiet.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 75px;">
+<img src="images/image_094b.jpg" width="75" height="151" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And the number of the horns was most remarkable! It was as though
+every cow in the place had arisen and was blowing through both her own
+horns!</p>
+
+<p>"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 put himself to sleep. Alas! the counting could not put him to sleep
+now, in such a din.</p>
+
+<p>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 not Elizabeth Eliza stop them?</p>
+
+<p>And certainly it was long before sunrise; there was no dawn to be
+seen!</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_095.jpg" width="200" height="141" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"We will not try this plan again," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"If we live to another Fourth," added Mr. Peterkin, hastening to the
+door to inquire into the state of affairs.</p>
+
+<p>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 bed the night
+before. This accounted for the number of horns.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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 pillow-fight, that kept the family below partially awake
+until the bells and cannon made known the dawning of the glorious
+day,&mdash;the sunrise, or "the rising of the sons," as Mr. Peterkin
+jocosely called it when they heard the little boys and their friends
+clattering down the stairs to begin the outside festivities.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_096.jpg" width="250" height="139" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 "flag-root," 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.</p>
+
+<p>Poor Mrs. Peterkin! They were directly under her windows! In a few
+moments of quiet, during the boys'<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span> absence from the house on their
+visit to the swamp, she had been trying to find out whether she had a
+sick-headache, or whether it was all the noise, and she was just
+deciding it was the sick-headache, but was falling into a light
+slumber, when the fresh noise outside began.</p>
+
+<p>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 Chinese crackers also.</p>
+
+<p>And, in despair of sleep, the family came down to breakfast.</p>
+
+<p>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 sugar-plums she was sure
+some of the children would swallow them, and explode before anybody
+knew it.</p>
+
+<p>She was very timid about other things. She was not sure even about
+pea-nuts. Everybody exclaimed over this: "Surely there was no danger
+in pea-nuts!" 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 pea-nut stands, where they had machines
+to roast the pea-nuts. She did not think it was safe. They might go
+off any time, in the midst of a crowd of people, too!</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin thought there actually was no danger,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span> and he should be
+sorry to give up the pea-nut. 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.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon thought it a simple joy.</p>
+
+<p>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
+noise,&mdash;only she did not want any gunpowder brought into the house.</p>
+
+<p>The little boys had begun by firing some torpedoes a few days
+beforehand, that their mother might be used to the sound, and had
+selected their horns some weeks before.</p>
+
+<p>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 are,&mdash;saltpetre,
+charcoal, and sulphur. Charcoal, he discovered, they had in the
+wood-house; 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 materials had never yet exploded in the
+house, and she was quieted.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 75px;">
+<img src="images/image_099a.jpg" width="75" height="268" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Agamemnon, meanwhile, remembered a recipe he had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span> read somewhere for
+making a "fulminating paste" of iron-filings and powder of brimstone.
+He had written it down on a piece of paper in his pocket-book. But the
+iron filings must be finely powdered. This they began upon a day or
+two before, and the very afternoon before laid out some of the paste
+on the piazza.</p>
+
+<p>Pin-wheels and rockets were contributed by Mr. Peterkin for the
+evening. According to a programme drawn up by Agamemnon and Solomon
+John, the reading of the Declaration of Independence was to take place
+in the morning, on the piazza, under the flags.</p>
+
+<p>The Bromwicks brought over their flag to hang over the door.</p>
+
+<p>"That is what the lady from Philadelphia meant," explained Elizabeth
+Eliza.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_099b.jpg" width="200" height="201" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"She said the flags of our country," said the little boys. "We thought
+she meant 'in the country.'"</p>
+
+<p>Quite a company assembled; but it seemed nobody had a copy of the
+Declaration of Independence.</p>
+
+<p>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:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"When, in the course of&mdash;when, in the course of&mdash;when,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> in the course
+of human&mdash;when in the course of human events&mdash;when, in the course of
+human events, it becomes&mdash;when, in the course of human events, it
+becomes necessary&mdash;when, in the course of human events, it becomes
+necessary for one people"&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_100.jpg" width="200" height="208" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>And now the noon bells rang and the noon bells ceased.</p>
+
+<p>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 saltpetre, for the fireworks!</p>
+
+<p>Well, they had a pig; so she took a ham, and the boys had bought
+tamarinds and buns and a cocoa-nut. So the company stayed on, and when
+the Antiques and Horribles passed again they were treated to pea-nuts
+and lemonade.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;">
+<img src="images/image_101a.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 alley-ways
+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 went up, but you
+were never sure where they came down.</p>
+
+<p>And then came a fresh tumult! All the fire-engines in town rushed
+toward them, clanging with bells, men and boys yelling! They were out
+for a practice, and for a Fourth-of-July show.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_101b.jpg" width="250" height="295" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin thought the house was on fire, and so did some of the
+guests. There<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span> 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 looking-glasses 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 looking-glasses. But she met with a
+difficulty,&mdash;there 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 thrown out.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_102a.jpg" width="100" height="246" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span> 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 much celebrated.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza's kettles and pans had come down through the windows
+with a crash, that had only added to the festivities, the little boys
+thought.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_102b.jpg" width="250" height="232" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 sweet-marjoram pots, tin cans filled with
+crackers which were lighted, went off with great explosions.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_103a.jpg" width="250" height="200" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>At the most exciting moment, near the close of the reading, Agamemnon,
+with an expression of terror, pulled Solomon John aside.</p>
+
+<p>"I have suddenly remembered where I read about the 'fulminating paste'
+we made. 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. <span class="smcap">Read this quickly</span>! and tell me,
+<i>Where is the fulminating paste?</i>"</p>
+
+<p>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 mother had taken
+potash for a medicine.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_103b.jpg" width="250" height="124" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>He still held the parcel as he read from Agamemnon's book: "This
+paste, when it has lain together about twenty-six hours, will <i>of
+itself</i> take fire, and burn all the sulphur away with a blue flame and
+a bad smell."</p>
+
+<p>"Where is the paste?" repeated Solomon John, in terror.</p>
+
+<p>"We made it just twenty-six hours ago," said Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>"We put it on the piazza," exclaimed Solomon John, rapidly recalling
+the facts, "and it is in front of our mother's feet!"</p>
+
+<p>He hastened to snatch the paste away before it should<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> 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 flame directly in front of
+Mrs. Peterkin!</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/image_105a.jpg" width="300" height="224" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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."</p>
+
+<p>"We are all blown up, as I feared we should be," Mrs. Peterkin at
+length ventured to say, finding herself in a lilac-bush by the side of
+the piazza. She scarcely dared to open her eyes to see the scattered
+limbs about her.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_105b.jpg" width="250" height="251" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>It was so with all. Even Ann Maria Bromwick clutched a pillar of the
+piazza, with closed eyes.</p>
+
+<p>At length Mr. Peterkin said, calmly, "Is anybody killed?"</p>
+
+<p>There was no reply. Nobody could tell whether it was because everybody
+was killed, or because they were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> too wounded to answer. It was a
+great while before Mrs. Peterkin ventured to move.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 150px;">
+<img src="images/image_106.jpg" width="150" height="240" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>No greater accident had occurred than the singeing of the tip of
+Solomon John's nose. But there was an unpleasant and terrible odor
+from the "fulminating paste."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin was extricated from the lilac-bush. No one knew how she
+got there. 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 all felt
+he had done enough.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span> 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 spoonful of potash.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_PICNIC" id="THE_PETERKINS_PICNIC"></a>THE PETERKINS' PICNIC.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 110px;">
+<img src="images/image_108.jpg" width="110" height="132" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>here was some doubt about the weather. Solomon John looked at the
+"Probabilities"; there were to be "areas of rain" in the New England
+States.</p>
+
+<p>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
+met Ann Maria Bromwick, who was to go, much surprised not to find them
+ready.</p>
+
+<p>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 arrived, and so Mr. Peterkin had the horse put into the
+carryall.</p>
+
+<p>A basket had been kept on the back piazza for some days, where anybody
+could put anything that would be needed for the picnic as soon as it
+was thought of. Agamemnon had already decided to take a thermometer;
+somebody<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span> 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 could
+all come back.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_109a.jpg" width="100" height="206" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 fishing-poles; 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 new india-rubber boots, bought for the occasion.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;">
+<img src="images/image_109b.jpg" width="150" height="211" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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! Elizabeth Eliza forgot her
+water-proof, and had to go back for her veil, and Mr. Peterkin came
+near forgetting his umbrella.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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 dinner,&mdash;and there was the
+butcher's cart! But now they must think of everything.</p>
+
+<p>At last she was put into the carryall, and Mr. Peterkin in front to
+drive. Twice they started, and twice they found something was left
+behind,&mdash;the 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 shrieked, "The basket of things was left
+behind!"</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_110.jpg" width="200" height="227" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 started off and went down the street without him!</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span>
+the Bromwicks drove out of their yard, in their buggy, and took him
+in.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_111.jpg" width="250" height="278" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>The consultation went on. Should they go to Cherry Swamp, or Lonetown
+Hill? You had the view if you went to Lonetown Hill, but maybe the
+drive to Cherry Swamp was prettier.</p>
+
+<p>Somebody suggested asking the lady from Philadelphia, as the picnic
+was got up for her.</p>
+
+<p>But where was she?</p>
+
+<p>"I declare," said Mr. Peterkin, "I forgot to stop for her!" The whole
+picnic there, and no lady from Philadelphia!</p>
+
+<p>It seemed the horse had twitched his head in a threatening manner as
+they passed the house, and Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span> Peterkin had forgotten to stop, and
+Mrs. Peterkin had been so busy managing the thermometers that she had
+not noticed, and the wagon had followed on behind.</p>
+
+<p>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 not better give it all up?</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_112a.jpg" width="250" height="220" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 her
+daughters, for there was a driver in the wagon besides Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>Ann Maria Bromwick said it was so late by this time they might as well
+stop and have the picnic on the Common! But the question was put
+again, Where should they go?</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 275px;">
+<img src="images/image_112b.jpg" width="275" height="295" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>The lady from Philadelphia decided for Strawberry Nook,&mdash;it sounded
+inviting. There were no strawberries, and there was no nook, it was
+said, but there was a good place to tie the horses.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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 mistake,&mdash;to have a party for a person, and then go
+without her; but she knew they would forget something! She wished they
+had not called it their picnic.</p>
+
+<p>There was another bother! Mr. Peterkin stopped. "Was anything broke?"
+exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin. "Was something forgotten?" asked the lady
+from Philadelphia.</p>
+
+<p>No! But Mr. Peterkin didn't know the way; and here he was leading all
+the party, and a long row of carriages following.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_113.jpg" width="250" height="235" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>They all 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 direction, but they could bring the party round to it
+through the meadows.</p>
+
+<p>The lady from Philadelphia thought they might stop anywhere, such a
+pleasant day; but Mr. Peterkin said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span> they were started for Strawberry
+Nook, and had better keep on.</p>
+
+<p>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
+on 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 everything up to the rocks. The large basket of "things" was
+very heavy. 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 Mr.
+Peterkin, and old Mr. Bromwick, it was got up the hill.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 275px;">
+<img src="images/image_114.jpg" width="275" height="283" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 table-cloth
+was spread,&mdash;for they did bring a table-cloth,&mdash;and the baskets were
+opened, and the picnic really began. The pickles had tumbled into the
+butter, and the spoons had been forgotten,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> and the Tremletts' basket
+had been left on their front door-step. 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 against a rock.
+Mrs. Peterkin wondered if she forgot she had been forgotten.</p>
+
+<p>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 grass-opera!"</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza said she knew a conundrum, a very funny one, one of
+her friends in Boston had told her. It was, "Why is&mdash;&mdash;" It began,
+"Why is something like&mdash;&mdash;"&mdash;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.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span>
+rain down directly. Everybody started up, though no cloud was to be
+seen.</p>
+
+<p>There was a great looking for umbrellas and waterproofs. Then it
+appeared that Elizabeth Eliza had left hers, after all, though she had
+gone back for it twice. Mr. Peterkin knew he had not forgotten his
+umbrella, because he had put the whole umbrella-stand into the wagon,
+and it had been brought up the hill, but it proved to hold only the
+family canes!</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_116.jpg" width="250" height="116" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>There was a great cry for the "emergency basket," that had not been
+opened yet. 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 backgammon-board. "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 Encyclop&aelig;dia. 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 pea-nuts, put in by the
+little boys, and Elizabeth Eliza's book of poetry, and a change of
+boots for Mr. Peterkin; a small foot-rug in case the ground should be
+damp; some paint-boxes of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span> the little boys'; a box of fish-hooks for
+Solomon John; an ink-bottle, carefully done up in a great deal of
+newspaper, which was fortunate, as the ink was oozing out; some old
+magazines, and a blacking-bottle; and at the bottom a sun-dial. 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 Tremletts
+went down to the carriages.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_117.jpg" width="250" height="99" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>The sun was shining brighter than ever, and Ann Maria insisted on
+setting up the sun-dial. 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 sun-dial 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!"</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_CHARADES" id="THE_PETERKINS_CHARADES"></a>THE PETERKINS' CHARADES.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_118.jpg" width="100" height="126" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>ver 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.</p>
+
+<p>There was, however, a new water-trough needed on the town common, and
+the ladies of the place thought it ought to be something
+handsome,&mdash;something more than a common trough,&mdash;and they ought to
+work for it.</p>
+
+<p>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 saved
+trouble.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Still, how could they ask advice before they themselves knew what they
+wanted? 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
+water-trough, and then this idea of getting some money for it. So she
+began with writing to the lady from Philadelphia. The little boys
+believed she spent enough for it in postage-stamps before it all came
+out.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 260px;">
+<img src="images/image_119.jpg" width="260" height="278" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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
+water-trough,&mdash;tickets 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.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> would not understand it, and she did not want
+anything to frighten her mother. She had one word suggested by the
+lady from Philadelphia in her letters,&mdash;the one that had "Turk" in
+it,&mdash;but they ought to have two words.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes," Ann Maria said, "you must have two words; if the people
+paid for their tickets they would want to get their money's worth."</p>
+
+<p>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
+water-taxes for "dues," and then have the little boys for Hindoos.</p>
+
+<p>A great many other words were talked of, but nothing seemed to suit.
+There was a curtain, too, to be thought of, because the folding-doors
+stuck when you tried to open and shut them. Agamemnon said that the
+Pan-Elocutionists had a curtain they would probably lend John Osborne,
+and so it was decided to ask John Osborne to help.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 260px;">
+<img src="images/image_120.jpg" width="260" height="270" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>All this talk was the day before the charades. In<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span> 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 things,&mdash;such odd caps
+and remarkable bonnets! Solomon John said they ought to have plenty of
+bandboxes; if you only had bandboxes enough a charade was sure to go
+off well; he had seen charades in Boston. Mrs. Peterkin said there
+were plenty in their attic, and the little boys brought down piles of
+them, and the back parlor was filled with costumes.</p>
+
+<p>Ann Maria said she could bring over more things if she only knew what
+they were going to act. Elizabeth Eliza told her to bring anything she
+had,&mdash;it would all come of use.</p>
+
+<p>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 Pan-Elocutionists 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 each!"</p>
+
+<p>"Seventy tickets sold!" exclaimed Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>"Seven dollars for the water-trough!" said Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"And we do not know yet what we are going to act!" exclaimed Ann
+Maria.</p>
+
+<p>But everybody's attention had to be given to the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> scene that was going
+up in the background, borrowed from the Pan-Elocutionists. It was
+magnificent, and represented a forest.</p>
+
+<p>"Where are we going to put seventy people?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin,
+venturing, dismayed, into the heaps of shavings, and boards, and
+litter.</p>
+
+<p>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 assembled.</p>
+
+<p>"What are we going to act?" asked Ann Maria.</p>
+
+<p>"I have been so torn with one thing and another," said Elizabeth
+Eliza, "I haven't had time to think!"</p>
+
+<p>"Haven't you the word yet?" asked John Osborne, for the audience was
+flocking in, and the seats were filling up rapidly.</p>
+
+<p>"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 word."</p>
+
+<p>"You don't know the word, and the people are all here!" said John
+Osborne, impatiently.</p>
+
+<p>"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."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Elizabeth Eliza! Solomon John wants you to send him the large
+cashmere scarf!" exclaimed one of the little boys, coming in.
+"Elizabeth Eliza! you must tell us what kind of faces to make up!"
+cried another of the boys.</p>
+
+<p>And the audience were heard meanwhile taking their seats on the other
+side of the thin curtain.</p>
+
+<p>"You sit in front, Mrs. Bromwick; you are a little hard of hearing;
+sit where you can hear."</p>
+
+<p>"And let Julia Fitch come where she can see," said another voice.</p>
+
+<p>"And we have not any words for them to hear or see!" exclaimed John
+Osborne, behind the curtain.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I wish we'd never determined to have charades!" exclaimed
+Elizabeth Eliza. "Can't we return the money?"</p>
+
+<p>"They are all here; we must give them something!" said John Osborne,
+heroically.</p>
+
+<p>"And Solomon John is almost dressed," reported Ann Maria, winding a
+veil around her head.</p>
+
+<p>"Why don't we take Solomon John's word 'Hindoos' for the first?" said
+Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_123.jpg" width="250" height="187" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>John Osborne agreed to go in the first, hunting the "hin," or
+anything, and one of the little boys took the part of the hen, with
+the help of a feather duster. The bell rang, and the first scene
+began.</p>
+
+<p>It was a great success. John Osborne's Irish was<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> perfect. Nobody
+guessed the word, for the hen crowed by mistake; but it received great
+applause.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin came on in the second scene to receive the water-rates,
+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 be the effect intended, and it was loudly cheered.</p>
+
+<p>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 blankets and turbans.</p>
+
+<p>"I am thankful that is over," said Elizabeth Eliza, "for now we can
+act my word. Only I don't myself know the whole."</p>
+
+<p>"Never mind, let us act it," said John Osborne, "and the audience can
+guess the whole."</p>
+
+<p>"The first syllable must be the letter P," said Elizabeth Eliza, "and
+we must have a school."</p>
+
+<p>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 pea-nuts about, and scoffing at the master.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"They'll guess that to be 'row,'" said John Osborne, in despair;
+"they'll never guess 'P'!"</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_125.jpg" width="250" height="262" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>The next scene was gorgeous. Solomon John, as a Turk, reclined on John
+Osborne's army-blanket. He had on a turban, and a long beard, and all
+the family shawls. Ann Maria and Elizabeth Eliza were brought in to
+him, veiled, by the little boys in their Hindoo costumes.</p>
+
+<p>This was considered the great scene of the evening, though Elizabeth
+Eliza was sure she did not know what to do,&mdash;whether 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 Ann Maria
+fainted, and the scene closed.</p>
+
+<p>"What are we to do now?" asked John Osborne, warming up to the
+occasion.</p>
+
+<p>"We must have an 'inn' scene," said Elizabeth Eliza, consulting her
+letter; "two inns, if we can."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"We will have some travellers disgusted with one inn, and going to
+another," said John Osborne.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_126.jpg" width="250" height="129" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Now is the time for the bandboxes," said Solomon John, who, since his
+Turk scene was over, could give his attention to the rest of the
+charade.</p>
+
+<p>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, hand-bags, umbrellas, and
+bandboxes. Bandbox after bandbox appeared, and when Agamemnon sat down
+upon his the applause was immense. At last the curtain fell.</p>
+
+<p>"Now for the whole," said John Osborne, as he made his way off the
+stage over a heap of umbrellas.</p>
+
+<p>"I can't think why the lady from Philadelphia did not send me the
+whole," said Elizabeth Eliza, musing over the letter.</p>
+
+<p>"Listen, they are guessing," said John Osborne. "'<i>D-ice-box.</i>' I
+don't wonder they get it wrong."</p>
+
+<p>"But we know it can't be that!" exclaimed Elizabeth Eliza, in agony.
+"How can we act the whole if we don't know it ourselves?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I see it!" said Ann Maria, clapping her hands. "Get your whole
+family in for the last scene."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin were summoned to the stage, and formed the
+background, standing on stools; in front<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> were Agamemnon and Solomon
+John, leaving room for Elizabeth Eliza between; a little in advance,
+and in front of all, half kneeling, were the little boys, in their
+india-rubber boots.</p>
+
+<p>The audience rose to an exclamation of delight, "The Peterkins!"
+"P-Turk-Inns!"</p>
+
+<p>It was not until this moment that Elizabeth Eliza guessed the whole.</p>
+
+<p>"What a tableau!" exclaimed Mr. Bromwick; "the Peterkin family
+guessing their own charade."</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_127.jpg" width="250" height="248" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_ARE_OBLIGED_TO_MOVE" id="THE_PETERKINS_ARE_OBLIGED_TO_MOVE"></a>THE PETERKINS ARE OBLIGED TO MOVE.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 100px;">
+<img src="images/image_128.jpg" width="100" height="128" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>gamemnon had long felt it an impropriety to live in a house that was
+called a "semi-detached" house, when there was no other "semi" to it.
+It had always remained wholly detached, as the owner had never built
+the other half. Mrs. Peterkin felt this was not a sufficient reason
+for undertaking the terrible process of a move to another house, when
+they were fully satisfied with the one they were in.</p>
+
+<p>But a more powerful reason forced them to go. The track of a new
+railroad had to be carried directly through the place, and a station
+was to be built on that very spot.</p>
+
+<p>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 of the direction.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_130a.jpg" width="250" height="161" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>But when the track was actually laid by the side of the house, and the
+steam-engine of the construction train puffed and screamed under the
+dining-room windows, and the engineer calmly looked in to see what the
+family had for dinner, she felt, indeed, that they must move.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_130b.jpg" width="200" height="257" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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
+tan-pit; another was too much in the middle of the town, next door to
+a machine-shop. 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 there was more danger of burglars with so
+many doors. Agamemnon wanted an observatory, and Solomon John a shed
+for a workshop. If he could have carpenters' tools and a workbench he
+could build an observatory, if it were wanted.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;">
+<img src="images/image_130c.jpg" width="150" height="220" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 doors,&mdash;too many to please
+Mr. Peterkin, and not enough for the little boys. There<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> 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 consoled 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 every day.</p>
+
+<p>And everybody was glad a selection was made, and the little boys
+carried their india-rubber boots the very first afternoon.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img class="img1" src="images/image_131.jpg" width="600" height="400" alt="The Peterkins are Moved.&mdash;Page 126."  />
+<span class="caption">The Peterkins are Moved.&mdash;Page 126.</span>
+</div>
+
+<p>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
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span>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 dining-room 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
+dining-room furniture should be moved the third day, by which time one
+of the old parlor carpets would be down in the new dining-room, 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,&mdash;"Misplace nothing." And Agamemnon made a copy of the
+programme for each member of the family.</p>
+
+<p>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 her father, Agamemnon, and Solomon John,
+to decide upon them.</p>
+
+<p>They got home about eleven o'clock, and when they reached the house
+were dismayed to find two furniture<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> 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 if they could have
+read it if they had looked at it.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_134a.jpg" width="200" height="253" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin had ordered the carters to come; but he had no idea they
+would come so early, and supposed it would take them a long time to
+fill the carts.</p>
+
+<p>But they had taken the dining-room sideboard first,&mdash;a heavy piece of
+furniture,&mdash;and all its contents were now on the dining-room 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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span> 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 Encyclop&aelig;dia, 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 the
+end of a sofa.</p>
+
+<p>"It would have been better to buy the red and blue carpet," said
+Solomon John.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_134b.jpg" width="200" height="213" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Is not the carpet bought?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin. And then they
+were obliged to confess they had been unable to decide upon one, and
+had come back to consult Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"What shall we do?" asked Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza rose from the sofa and went to the door, saying, "I
+shall be back in a moment."</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon slowly passed round the room, collecting the scattered
+volumes of his Encyclop&aelig;dia. Mr. Peterkin offered a helping hand to a
+man lifting a wardrobe.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza soon returned. "I did not like to go<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span> 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."</p>
+
+<p>"Makillan's" was a store in the village, and the carpet was the only
+one all the family had liked without any doubt; but they had supposed
+they might prefer one from Boston.</p>
+
+<p>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. Peterkin's "quiet hour"? Elizabeth Eliza was frantic; the
+dining-room floor and table were covered with things.</p>
+
+<p>It was decided that Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin should dine at the
+Bromwicks, who had been most neighborly in their offers, and the rest
+should get something to eat at the baker's.</p>
+
+<p>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, and across the piazza,
+and to the door. But it was locked, and she had no keys!</p>
+
+<p>"Agamemnon, did you bring the keys?" she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>No, he had not seen them since the morning,&mdash;when&mdash;ah!&mdash;yes, the
+little boys were allowed to go to the house<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span> for their india-rubber
+boots, as there was a threatening of rain. Perhaps they had left some
+door unfastened&mdash;perhaps they had put the keys under the door-mat. No,
+each door, each window, was solidly closed, and there was no mat!</p>
+
+<p>"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.</p>
+
+<p>"That will be the only way," said Elizabeth Eliza; for it had been
+arranged that the little boys should take their lunch to school, and
+not come home at noon.</p>
+
+<p>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 with, had come down from
+the attic, and stood against the front door.</p>
+
+<p>And Solomon John appeared with the carpet woman,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span> 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.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 275px;">
+<img src="images/image_138.jpg" width="275" height="171" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 carpet-woman 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 carpet-woman went off in dudgeon,
+for she was sure there would not be time enough to do anything.</p>
+
+<p>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 dining-room, 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 upstairs.</p>
+
+<p>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 oil-cloth. 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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span> 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 oil-cloth and carrying it off on top of his wagon.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza felt she must hurry back to the new house. But what
+should they do?&mdash;no beds here, no carpets there! The dining-room 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?</p>
+
+<p>Meanwhile the man with the first cart had returned. They fell to
+packing the dining-room china.</p>
+
+<p>They were up in the attic, they were down in the cellar. Even one
+suggested to take the tacks out of the parlor carpets, as they should
+want to take them next. Mrs. Peterkin sunk upon a kitchen chair.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I wish we had decided to stay and be moved in the house!" she
+exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>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,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span> "There is nothing left," and meekly consented to be led
+away.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_140.jpg" width="250" height="304" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>They reached the new house to find Mr. Peterkin sitting calmly in a
+rocking chair 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 horse-chestnut tree, at
+the side of the house.</p>
+
+<p>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 table,&mdash;there
+was nothing to lay upon it; for the knives and plates and spoons had
+not come, and although the tables were there they were covered with
+chairs and boxes.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>"The last load is coming! We are all moved!" he exclaimed; and the
+little boys joined in a chorus, "We are moved! we are moved!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin looked sadly round; the kitchen utensils were lying on
+the parlor lounge, and an old family gun on Elizabeth Eliza's hat-box.
+The parlor clock stood on a barrel; some coal-scuttles had been placed
+on the parlor table, a bust of Washington stood in the door-way, and
+the looking-glasses leaned against the pillars of the piazza. But they
+were moved! Mrs. Peterkin felt, indeed, that they were very much
+moved.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_DECIDE_TO_LEARN_THE_LANGUAGES" id="THE_PETERKINS_DECIDE_TO_LEARN_THE_LANGUAGES"></a>THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO LEARN THE LANGUAGES.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 120px;">
+<img src="images/image_142.jpg" width="120" height="97" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>ertainly 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
+course they would then have more time.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza recalled the troubles of the old house; how for a long
+time she was obliged to sit outside of the window upon the piazza,
+when she wanted to play on her piano.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin reminded them of the difficulty about the table-cloths.
+The upper table-cloth was kept in a trunk that had to stand in front
+of the door to the closet under the stairs. But the under table-cloth
+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 closet-<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></span>door (as the under table-cloth
+must be taken out first), then the trunk was pushed back to make room
+for it to be opened for the upper table-cloth, and, after all, it was
+necessary to push the trunk away again to open the closet-door for the
+knife-tray. This always consumed a great deal of time.</p>
+
+<p>Now that the china-closet was large enough, everything could find a
+place in it.</p>
+
+<p>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 Encyclop&aelig;dia 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 it downstairs, or else it
+was the other way."</p>
+
+<p>Of course, now there were more conveniences for study. With the books
+all in one room there would be no time wasted in looking for them.</p>
+
+<p>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,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></span>
+Spanish in Spain; and perhaps he could himself master all the Eastern
+languages and Russian.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>Still she had quite an objection to going abroad. She had always said
+she would not go till a bridge was made across the Atlantic, and she
+was sure it did not look like it now.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>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 little on the way out and in.</p>
+
+<p>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 branch out into the other languages afterward.</p>
+
+<p>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
+side-stands. But she<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span> 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
+was afraid it would be like the Tower of Babel, and hoped it was all
+right.</p>
+
+<p>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, because he could
+not even tell him what he wanted.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza thought a great deal might be done by signs and
+pantomime. Solomon John and the little boys began to show how it might
+be done. Elizabeth Eliza explained how "<i>langues</i>" 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.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin thought their success was admirable, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></span> 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 as well to wait and cultivate the languages.</p>
+
+<p>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 lessons, and not lunch.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin was not sure but she ought to prepare a lunch for them,
+if they had come all that way; but she certainly did not know what
+they were accustomed to eat.</p>
+
+<p>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 beer-soup 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
+cheered by the odor.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>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
+"brand-new foreigners."</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_148a.jpg" width="200" height="258" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin had his card-case, 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.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin was obliged to content himself with the Russian instead
+of one who could teach Sanscrit, as there was no new teacher of that
+language lately arrived.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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 mistake to
+have invited the Turk!</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_148b.jpg" width="200" height="291" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></span> could not be
+put together, and more crowd collected!</p>
+
+<p>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
+behind did not utter a word.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_149a.jpg" width="200" height="194" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 the
+Frenchman and Russian apart.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_149b.jpg" width="200" height="220" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 polite.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza, meanwhile, was trying her grammar phrases with the
+Parisian. 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, "<i>J'ai le livre.</i>" "<i>As-tu le pain?</i>"
+"<i>L'enfant a une poire.</i>" 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! <i>He</i> has
+just been thanking me for our politeness in inviting them to
+<i>d&eacute;je&ucirc;ner</i>,&mdash;that means breakfast!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_150.jpg" width="200" height="290" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"They have not had their breakfast!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, looking
+at her Spaniard; "he does look hungry! What shall we do?"</p>
+
+<p>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 "<i>apprendre</i>" 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 the Parisian?</p>
+
+<p>"We must give them something to eat," said Mr. Peterkin, in a low
+tone. "It would calm them."</p>
+
+<p>"If I only knew what they were used to eating," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_151.jpg" width="200" height="236" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Solomon John suggested that none of them knew what the others were
+used to eating, and they might bring in anything.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin hastened out with hospitable intents. Amanda could make
+good coffee. Mr. Peterkin had suggested some American dish. Solomon
+John sent a little boy for some olives.</p>
+
+<p>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
+tongue, and fluently. Mrs. 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 "<i>les m&oelig;urs Am&eacute;ricaines</i>."
+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?"&mdash;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.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span> 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 the
+<i>d&eacute;je&ucirc;ner</i>. Yes, gladly would they give lessons. The Turk smiled at
+the idea. The first step was taken. The teachers knew they were
+expected to teach.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="MODERN_IMPROVEMENTS_AT_THE_PETERKINS" id="MODERN_IMPROVEMENTS_AT_THE_PETERKINS"></a>MODERN IMPROVEMENTS AT THE PETERKINS'.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 110px;">
+<img src="images/image_154.jpg" width="110" height="121" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>gamemnon 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.</p>
+
+<p>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
+education.</p>
+
+<p>Solomon John was almost determined to become a doctor. From earliest
+childhood he had practised 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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span> 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 making
+calls.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 275px;">
+<img src="images/image_155.jpg" width="275" height="164" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 convenient to
+have a sign of "Not a Night Doctor."</p>
+
+<p>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
+well,&mdash;not too well to do without a doctor, but needing his recipes.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span> 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.</p>
+
+<p>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 Encyclop&aelig;dia, and had spent a day or two in the Public
+Library, in reading about Chubb's Lock and other patent locks.</p>
+
+<p>But his plan was more simple. It was this: that all keys should be
+made alike! 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
+medium-sized 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
+lose!</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_156.jpg" width="200" height="72" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin thought it would be inconvenient if their father were
+out, and she wanted to open the jam-closet for the little boys. But
+Agamemnon explained that he did not mean there should be but one key
+in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span> the family, or an a town,&mdash;you might have as many as you pleased,
+only they should all be alike.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_157.jpg" width="200" height="149" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza felt it would be a great convenience,&mdash;they 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.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin studied all the papers and advertisements, to decide
+about the lawyer whom they should consult, and at last, one morning,
+they went into town to visit a patent-agent.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza took the occasion to make a call upon the lady from
+Philadelphia, but she came back hurriedly to her mother.</p>
+
+<p>"I have had a delightful call," she said; "but&mdash;perhaps I was wrong&mdash;I
+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."</p>
+
+<p>"But where is the harm?" asked Mrs. Peterkin. "I'm sure you can trust
+the lady from Philadelphia."</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span> the same key there would be no particular use
+in a lock."</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 125px;">
+<img src="images/image_158a.jpg" width="125" height="176" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Did you explain to her," said Mrs. Peterkin, "that we were not all to
+have the same keys?"</p>
+
+<p>"I couldn't quite understand her," said Elizabeth Eliza, "but she
+seemed to think that burglars and other people might come in if the
+keys were the same."</p>
+
+<p>"Agamemnon would not sell his patent to burglars!" said Mrs. Peterkin,
+indignantly.</p>
+
+<p>"But about other people," said Elizabeth Eliza; "there is my upper
+drawer; the little boys might open it at Christmas-time,&mdash;and their
+presents in it!"</p>
+
+<p>"And I am not sure that I could trust Amanda," said Mrs. Peterkin,
+considering.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_158b.jpg" width="250" height="280" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span> Peterkin, for she was afraid of them, since
+their experience the last winter, when their water-pipes 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 the house.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 275px;">
+<img src="images/image_159.jpg" width="275" height="300" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>There was an old well, with a picturesque well-sweep, in a corner by
+the barn. 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 feather-bed, for safety, and the old well was
+a favorite place of amusement.</p>
+
+<p>The house, it had proved, was well furnished with bath-rooms, and
+"set-waters" everywhere. Water-pipes and gas-pipes all over the house;
+and a hack-, telegraph-, and fire-alarm, with a little knob for each.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span> 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 some to the original knobs. Mrs. Peterkin felt
+more secure, and Agamemnon thought of taking out a patent for this
+invention.</p>
+
+<p>It was, therefore, with some doubt that Elizabeth Eliza proposed
+sending a telegram to her father. Mrs. Peterkin, however, was pleased
+with the idea. Solomon John was out, and the little boys were at
+school, and she herself would touch the knob, while Elizabeth Eliza
+should write the telegram.</p>
+
+<p>"I think it is the fourth knob from the beginning," she said, looking
+at one of the rows of knobs.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza was sure of this. Agamemnon, she believed, had put
+three extra knobs at each end.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 325px;">
+<img src="images/image_160.jpg" width="325" height="251" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"But which is the end, and which is the beginning,&mdash;the top or the
+bottom?" Mrs. Peterkin asked hopelessly.</p>
+
+<p>Still she bravely selected a knob, and Elizabeth Eliza hastened with
+her to look out for the messenger. How soon should they see the
+telegraph boy?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>They seemed to have scarcely reached the window, when a terrible noise
+was heard, and down the shady street the white horses of the
+fire-brigade were seen rushing at a fatal speed!</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 175px;">
+<img src="images/image_161.jpg" width="175" height="253" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>It was a terrific moment!</p>
+
+<p>"I have touched the fire-alarm," Mrs. Peterkin exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>Both rushed to open the front door in agony. By this time the
+fire-engines were approaching.</p>
+
+<p>"Do not be alarmed," said the chief engineer; "the furniture shall be
+carefully covered, and we will move all that is necessary."</p>
+
+<p>"Move again!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, in agony.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza strove to explain that she was only sending a telegram
+to her father, who was in Boston.</p>
+
+<p>"It is not important," said the head engineer; "the fire will all be
+out before it could reach him."</p>
+
+<p>And he ran upstairs, for the engines were beginning to play upon the
+roof.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin rushed to the knobs again hurriedly; there was more
+necessity for summoning Mr. Peterkin home.</p>
+
+<p>"Write a telegram to your father," she said to Elizabeth Eliza, "to
+'come home directly.'"</p>
+
+<p>"That will take but three words," said Elizabeth Eliza, with presence
+of mind, "and we need ten. I was just trying to make them out."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"What has come now?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, and they hurried again
+to the window, to see a row of carriages coming down the street.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/image_162a.jpg" width="400" height="260" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"I must have touched the carriage-knob," cried Mrs. Peterkin, "and I
+pushed it half-a-dozen times I felt so anxious!"</p>
+
+<p>Six hacks stood before the door. All the village boys were assembling.
+Even their own little boys had returned from school, and were showing
+the firemen the way to the well.</p>
+
+<p>Again Mrs. Peterkin rushed to the knobs, and a fearful sound arose.
+She had touched the burglar-alarm!</p>
+
+<p>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 of watchmen's rattles, hidden under the eaves of the piazza.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 150px;">
+<img src="images/image_162b.jpg" width="150" height="149" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>All these were now set a-going, 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.</p>
+
+<p>"You need not send for more help," he said; "we<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span> 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 water pouring all over the house."</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza waved her telegram in the air.</p>
+
+<p>"We are only trying to send a telegram to my father and brother, who
+are in town," she endeavored to explain.</p>
+
+<p>"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 might fill the carriages with smaller things."</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin was ready to fall into hysterics. She controlled herself
+with a supreme power, and hastened to touch another knob.</p>
+
+<p>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!</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_163.jpg" width="200" height="277" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>She went out to meet the boy, when, to her joy, she saw behind him her
+father and Agamemnon. She clutched her telegram, and hurried toward
+them.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin was bewildered. Was the house on fire? If so, where were
+the flames?</p>
+
+<p>He saw the row of carriages. Was there a funeral, or a wedding? Who
+was dead? Who was to be married?</p>
+
+<p>He seized the telegram that Elizabeth Eliza reached to him, and read
+it aloud.</p>
+
+<p>"Come to us directly&mdash;the house is NOT on fire!"</p>
+
+<p>The chief engineer was standing on the steps.</p>
+
+<p>"The house not on fire!" he exclaimed. "What are we all summoned for?"</p>
+
+<p>"It is a mistake," cried Elizabeth Eliza, wringing her hands. "We
+touched the wrong knob; we wanted the telegraph boy!"</p>
+
+<p>"We touched all the wrong knobs," exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, from the
+house.</p>
+
+<p>The chief engineer turned directly to give counter-directions, with a
+few exclamations of disgust, as the bells of distant fire-engines were
+heard approaching.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>The crisis of the commotion had reached its height. The beds of
+flowers, bordered with dark-colored leaves,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span> were trodden down by the
+feet of the crowd that had assembled.</p>
+
+<p>The chief engineer grew more and more indignant, as he sent his men to
+order back the fire-engines from the neighboring towns. The collection
+of boys followed the procession as it went away. The fire-brigade
+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.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza took an opportunity to question her father, before he
+went in, as to the success of their visit to town.</p>
+
+<p>"We saw all the patent-agents," answered Mr. Peterkin, in a hollow
+whisper. "Not one of them will touch the patent, or have anything to
+do with it."</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza looked at Agamemnon reverently, and followed him
+silently into the house.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_160" id="Page_160">[160]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="AGAMEMNONS_CAREER" id="AGAMEMNONS_CAREER"></a>AGAMEMNON'S CAREER.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 120px;">
+<img src="images/image_166.jpg" width="120" height="146" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>here had apparently been some mistake in Agamemnon's education. He
+had been to a number of colleges, indeed, but he had never completed
+his course in any one. 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.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>"And how was a feller to tell," Solomon John had asked, "whether he
+wanted to study a thing before he tried it? It might turn out awful
+hard!"</p>
+
+<p>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
+books.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_161" id="Page_161">[161]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>And so it was in his colleges; he was always to be found in the
+library, reading and reading. But they were always the wrong books.</p>
+
+<p>For instance: the class were required to prepare themselves on the
+Spartan war. 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 came. In
+consequence he was requested to leave.</p>
+
+<p>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
+had only asked something else! But they always hit upon the very
+things he had not studied up.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose these professors could not have known a great deal," she
+added, "or they would not have asked you so many questions; they would
+have told you something."</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon had left another college on account of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_162" id="Page_162">[162]</a></span> 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 wood-pile to make a bonfire
+with, under one of the professors' windows. Agamemnon had felt it
+would be a compliment to the professor.</p>
+
+<p>It was with bonfires that heroes had been greeted on their return from
+successful wars. In this way beacon-lights 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
+now taking it up in the midst of his French course. He fancied, even,
+that some future Plutarch was growing up in Lynn, perhaps, who would
+write of this night of suffering, and glorify its heroes.</p>
+
+<p>For himself he took a severe cold and suffered from chilblains, in
+consequence of going back and forward through the snow, carrying the
+wood.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>The result for Agamemnon was that he was requested to leave, after
+having been in the institution but a few months.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_163" id="Page_163">[163]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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 half-past 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 have been obliged to go to
+the expense of candles.</p>
+
+<p>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
+gave it up.</p>
+
+<p>He determined to lay out the money that would have been expended in a
+collegiate education in buying an Encyclop&aelig;dia, 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 Encyclop&aelig;dia he should
+have embraced all knowledge, and have experienced much of it.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 30px;">
+<img src="images/image_169.jpg" width="30" height="290" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>The family were much interested in this plan of making practice of
+every subject that came up.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_164" id="Page_164">[164]</a></span> attempted to accompany Elizabeth Eliza on the piano.
+This, of course, distracted him from his work on the Encyclop&aelig;dia. But
+he did not wish to return to A until he felt perfect in music. This
+required a long time.</p>
+
+<p>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
+master-minds, so that he was drawn aside from his regular study.</p>
+
+<p>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 Encyclop&aelig;dia in a thorough way.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin agreed it would in the end be not as expensive as a
+college course, even if Agamemnon should buy all the different
+Encyclop&aelig;dias that appeared. 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 leaving he had sold out
+favorably to other occupants.</p>
+
+<p>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 hom&oelig;opathic,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_165" id="Page_165">[165]</a></span> or whether he could not better invent
+his own pills. And he could not understand how to obtain his doctor's
+degree.</p>
+
+<p>For a few weeks he acted as clerk in a druggist's store. But he could
+serve only in the tooth-brush 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 dismissed for
+treating the little boys too frequently to soda.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_171.jpg" width="250" height="100" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>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 blurred over.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_166" id="Page_166">[166]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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 walking-club. 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 instructive, such as putting on
+and taking off their india-rubber boots.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/image_172.jpg" width="300" height="49" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza proposed that they should be taken from school and
+taught by Agamemnon from the Encyclop&aelig;dia. The rest of the family
+might help in the education at all hours of the day. Solomon John
+could take up the Latin grammar; and she could give lessons in French.</p>
+
+<p>The little boys were enchanted with the plan, only they did not want
+to have the study-hours all the time.</p>
+
+<p>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 table,&mdash;the material of which it was
+made, and where it came from. In the study of the letter A, Agamemnon
+had embraced the study of music, and from one meal they might gain
+instruction enough for a day.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_167" id="Page_167">[167]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"We shall have the assistance," said Mr. Peterkin, "of Agamemnon, with
+his Encyclop&aelig;dia."</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon modestly suggested that he had not yet got out of A, and in
+their first breakfast everything would therefore have to begin with A.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_173.jpg" width="250" height="143" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"That would not be impossible," said Mr. Peterkin. "There is Amanda,
+who will wait on table, to start with"&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"We could have 'am-and-eggs," suggested Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza thought it would not be necessary. All they were to do
+was to ask questions, as in examination papers, and find their answers
+as they could. They could still apply to the Encyclop&aelig;dia, even if it
+were not in Agamemnon's alphabetical course.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin suggested a great variety. One day they would study the
+botany of the breakfast-table; another day, its natural history. The
+study of butter would include that of the cow. Even that of the
+butter-dish would bring in geology. The little boys were charmed at
+the idea of learning pottery from the cream-jug, and they were
+promised a potter's wheel directly.</p>
+
+<p>"You see, my dear," said Mr. Peterkin to his wife,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_168" id="Page_168">[168]</a></span> "before many weeks
+we shall be drinking our milk from jugs made by our children."</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_174.jpg" width="250" height="234" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza hoped for a thorough study.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "we might begin with botany. That would be
+near to Agamemnon alphabetically. We ought to find out the botany of
+butter. On what does the cow feed?"</p>
+
+<p>The little boys were eager to go out and see.</p>
+
+<p>"If she eats clover," said Mr. Peterkin, "we shall expect the botany
+of clover."</p>
+
+<p>The little boys insisted that they were to begin the next day; that
+very evening they should go out and study the cow.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin sighed, and decided she would order a simple breakfast.
+The little boys took their note-books and pencils, and clambered upon
+the fence, where they seated themselves in a row.</p>
+
+<p>For there were three little boys. So it was now supposed. They were
+always coming in or going out, and it had been difficult to count
+them, and nobody was very sure how many there were.</p>
+
+<p>There they sat, however, on the fence, looking at the cow. She looked
+at them with large eyes.</p>
+
+<p>"She won't eat," they cried, "while we are looking at her!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_169" id="Page_169">[169]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>So they turned about, and pretended to look into the street, and
+seated themselves that way, turning their heads back, from time to
+time, to see the cow.</p>
+
+<p>"Now she is nibbling a clover."</p>
+
+<p>"No, that is a bit of sorrel."</p>
+
+<p>"It's a whole handful of grass."</p>
+
+<p>"What kind of grass?" they exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>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 prevent
+the cow from jumping into the garden or street.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/image_175.jpg" width="300" height="170" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Suddenly, looking out into the hazy twilight, Elizabeth Eliza saw six
+legs and six india-rubber boots in the air, and the little boys
+disappeared!</p>
+
+<p>"They are tossed by the cow! The little boys are tossed by the cow!"</p>
+
+<p>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
+supreme effort, and sent them out to the rescue.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_170" id="Page_170">[170]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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 wood-shed and cow-shed, the little boys might be
+gored through and through!</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza ran to the neighbors, Solomon John to the druggist's
+for plasters, while Agamemnon made his way through the dining-room to
+the wood-shed and outer-shed door. Mr. Peterkin mounted the outside of
+the fence, while Mrs. Peterkin begged him not to put himself in
+danger. He climbed high enough to view the scene. He held to the
+corner post and reported what he saw.</p>
+
+<p>They were not gored. The cow was at the other end of the lot. One of
+the little boys was lying in a bunch of dark leaves. He was moving.</p>
+
+<p>The cow glared, but did not stir. Another little boy was pulling his
+india-rubber boots out of the mud. The cow still looked at him.</p>
+
+<p>Another was feeling the top of his head. The cow began to crop the
+grass, still looking at him.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon had reached and opened the shed door. The little boys were
+next seen running toward it.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_171" id="Page_171">[171]</a></span> the house, the three little boys were safe in
+the arms of their mother!</p>
+
+<p>"This is too dangerous a form of education," she cried; "I had rather
+they went to school."</p>
+
+<p>"No!" they bravely cried. They were still willing to try the other
+way.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_172" id="Page_172">[172]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_EDUCATIONAL_BREAKFAST" id="THE_EDUCATIONAL_BREAKFAST"></a>THE EDUCATIONAL BREAKFAST.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 110px;">
+<img src="images/image_178.jpg" width="110" height="110" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>rs. 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.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin's spirits, however, gradually recovered. The little boys
+were allowed to watch the cow at her feed. A series of strings was
+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 curtain-cords, and Solomon John frequently
+amused himself by pulling one of the little boys up or letting him
+down.</p>
+
+<p>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 questions,&mdash;the conductors of the
+railroads, for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_173" id="Page_173">[173]</a></span> instance, who probably knew the names of all the
+stations on a road, but were seldom able to tell them.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," said Agamemnon, "one might be a conductor without even knowing
+the names of the stations, because you can't understand them when they
+do tell them!"</p>
+
+<p>"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 times. It would be so useful if they would tell."</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 325px;">
+<img src="images/image_179.jpg" width="325" height="175" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin thought this was carried too far in the horse-cars 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."</p>
+
+<p>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 breakfast on educational principles.</p>
+
+<p>A breakfast indeed, when it appeared! Mrs. Peterkin had mistaken the
+alphabetical suggestion, and had grasped the idea that the whole
+alphabet must be represented in one breakfast.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_174" id="Page_174">[174]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>This, therefore, was the bill of fare: Apple-sauce, Bread, Butter,
+Coffee, Cream, Doughnuts, Eggs, Fish-balls, Griddles, Ham, Ice (on
+butter), Jam, Krout (sour), Lamb-chops, Morning Newspapers, Oatmeal,
+Pepper, Quince-marmalade, Rolls, Salt, Tea Urn, Veal-pie, Waffles,
+Yeast-biscuit.</p>
+
+<p>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
+X-cellent for X, and she tells us," she read, "that if you come with a
+zest, you will bring the Z."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin was enchanted. He only felt that he ought to invite the
+children in the primary schools to such a breakfast; what a zest,
+indeed, it would give to the study of their letters!</p>
+
+<p>It was decided to begin with Apple-sauce.</p>
+
+<p>"How happy," exclaimed Mr. Peterkin, "that this should come first of
+all! A child might be brought up on apple-sauce till he had mastered
+the first letter of the alphabet, and could go on to the more involved
+subjects hidden in bread, butter, baked beans, etc."</p>
+
+<p>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 was afraid of the arrows. Mr. Peterkin proposed they should
+begin by eating the apple-sauce, then discussing it, first<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_175" id="Page_175">[175]</a></span>
+botanically, next historically; or perhaps first historically,
+beginning with Adam and Eve, and the first apple.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_181.jpg" width="250" height="191" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 sitting-room 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 the whole day to stew them,
+and then you might as well set them on again.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin was glad to be reminded of the old place at
+grandfather's. In order to know thoroughly about apples they ought to
+understand the making of cider. 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 breakfast?</p>
+
+<p>"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 cider-mill. In this way they could widen the field of study, even
+to follow in time the cup of coffee to Java.</p>
+
+<p>It was suggested, too, that at grandfather's they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_176" id="Page_176">[176]</a></span> might study the
+processes of maple syrup as involved in the griddle-cakes.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_182.jpg" width="250" height="285" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Agamemnon pointed out the connection between the two subjects: they
+were both the products of trees,&mdash;the apple-tree and the maple. Mr.
+Peterkin proposed that the lesson for the day should be considered the
+study of trees, and on the way they could look at other trees.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin could put up the remains of the breakfast for luncheon.</p>
+
+<p>But how should they go? The carryall, in spite of its name, could
+hardly take the whole family, though they might squeeze in six, as the
+little boys did not take up much room.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza suggested that she could spend the night at
+grandfather's. 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.</p>
+
+<p>Why not "Ride and Tie"?</p>
+
+<p>The little boys were fond of walking; so was Mr.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_177" id="Page_177">[177]</a></span> 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 stopping-place.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_183.jpg" width="250" height="171" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Then came up another question,&mdash;of Elizabeth Eliza's trunk. If she
+stayed a few days she would need to carry something. It might be hot,
+and it might be cold. Just as soon as she carried her thin things she
+would need her heaviest wraps. You never could depend upon the
+weather. Even "Probabilities" got you no farther than to-day.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_178" id="Page_178">[178]</a></span> 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 Encyclop&aelig;dia. But it was hard to decide, all by
+herself, whether to take G for griddle-cakes, or M for maple-syrup, or
+T for tree. She would take as many as she could make room for. She put
+up her work-box and two extra work-baskets, 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 over-full; 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
+it, and, leaning over, found she could lock it! Yes, it was really
+locked.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 250px;">
+<img src="images/image_184.jpg" width="250" height="333" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_179" id="Page_179">[179]</a></span> 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 hold of the key
+in the right way to turn it back.</p>
+
+<p>She tried to pull her dress away. No, it was caught too firmly. She
+called for help to her mother or Amanda, to come and open the trunk.
+But her door was shut. 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 travelling dress, 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 listened, she heard the sound of wheels.</p>
+
+<p>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 nothing of the expressman. Yes, she heard the
+wheels! She heard the front door shut!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_180" id="Page_180">[180]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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 so,&mdash;that 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 two-mile 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, and she might not be
+missed till they should reach her grandfather's!</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 150px;">
+<img src="images/image_187a.jpg" width="150" height="301" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Horrible thought! She would be left here alone all day. The expressman
+would come, but the expressman would go, for he would not be able to
+get into the house!</p>
+
+<p>She thought of the terrible story of Ginevra, of the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_181" id="Page_181">[181]</a></span> 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 side-scenes how the bride had laughingly stepped into the
+trunk. But the trunk then was only a make-believe of some boards in
+front of a sofa, and this was a stern reality.</p>
+
+
+<p>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 trunk toward the door. In vain. All was still.</p>
+
+<p>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 carriage,&mdash;a basket of lunch, a change of shoes for Mr.
+Peterkin, some extra wraps,&mdash;everything that Mrs. Peterkin could think
+of for the family comfort. Still Elizabeth Eliza did not come. "I
+think she must have<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_182" id="Page_182">[182]</a></span> 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 with her."</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/image_187b.jpg" width="300" height="122" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>But they did not come up with Elizabeth Eliza. At the turn beyond the
+village they found an envelope stuck 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 oak-tree to his
+children as they stood around a large specimen.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose he is telling them that it is some kind of a '<i>Quercus</i>,'"
+said Agamemnon, thoughtfully.</p>
+
+<p>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
+stopping-place 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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_183" id="Page_183">[183]</a></span> 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 nap
+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 walk,
+with a perplexing question:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"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 have expected that she&mdash;Mrs. Peterkin&mdash;would walk on to the
+next stopping-place!"</p>
+
+<p>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 her knitting
+cheerfully. It was a little joggly in the carriage, she had already
+found, for the horse was restless from the flies, and she did not like
+being left alone.</p>
+
+<p>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 hay-field she proposed going in to rest upon one of the
+hay-cocks. The largest and most shady was at the other end of the
+field, and they were seated there when the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_184" id="Page_184">[184]</a></span> carryall passed them in
+the road. Mrs. Peterkin waved parasol and hat, and the party in the
+carryall returned their greetings; but they were too far apart to hear
+each other.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin and Agamemnon slowly resumed their walk.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, we shall find Elizabeth Eliza in the carryall," she said, "and
+that will explain all."</p>
+
+<p>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."</p>
+
+<p>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 glass of water. 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 together.
+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 were far in
+advance and reached the stopping-place before them. The little boys
+were all rowed out on the stone fence, awaiting them, full of delight
+at having reached grandfather's. Mr. Peterkin came forward<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_185" id="Page_185">[185]</a></span> 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 been seen approaching.
+There was great questioning, but no Elizabeth Eliza!</p>
+
+<p>It was sunset; the view was wide and fine. Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin stood
+and looked out from the north to the south. Was it too late to send
+back for Elizabeth Eliza? Where was she?</p>
+
+<p>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
+other the details of their journeys, they had discovered some facts.</p>
+
+<p>"We shall have to go back," they exclaimed. "We are too late! The
+maple-syrup was all made last spring."</p>
+
+<p>"We are too early; we shall have to stay two or three months,&mdash;the
+cider is not made till October."</p>
+
+<p>The expedition was a failure! They could study the making of neither
+maple-syrup nor cider, and Elizabeth Eliza was lost, perhaps forever!
+The sun went down, and Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin still stood to look up
+and down the road.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_186" id="Page_186">[186]</a></span></p>
+
+<hr style='width: 45%;' />
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza, meanwhile, had sat upon her trunk as it seemed, for
+ages. She recalled all the terrible stories of prisoners,&mdash;how 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!</p>
+
+<p>At length she heard the door-bell. But who could go to the door to
+answer it? In vain did she make another effort to escape; it was
+impossible!</p>
+
+<p>How singular!&mdash;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 fate&mdash;to be gagged by burglars, and the neighbors
+informed&mdash;than to be forever locked on her trunk. The steps approached
+the door. It opened, and Amanda ushered in the expressman.</p>
+
+<p>Amanda had not gone. She had gathered, while waiting at the
+breakfast-table, that there was to be an expressman whom she must
+receive.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza explained the situation. The expressman turned the key
+of her trunk, and she was released!</p>
+
+<p>What should she do next? So long a time had elapsed she had given up
+all hope of her family returning for her. But how could she reach
+them?</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_187" id="Page_187">[187]</a></span> party or the carryall, or she would meet them
+if they were on their return.</p>
+
+<p>She mounted the seat with the expressman, and slowly they took their
+way, stopping for occasional parcels as they left the village.</p>
+
+<p>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 express-carts spend the night? She thought of herself in a lone
+wood, in an express-wagon! She could scarcely bring herself to ask,
+before assenting, when he should arrive.</p>
+
+<p>"He guessed he could bring up before night."</p>
+
+<p>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 sat upon the front seat.</p>
+
+<p>"She has decided to come by express," said Mrs. Peterkin. "It is&mdash;it
+is&mdash;Elizabeth Eliza!"</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_188" id="Page_188">[188]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_AT_THE_CARNIVAL_OF_AUTHORS_IN_BOSTON" id="THE_PETERKINS_AT_THE_CARNIVAL_OF_AUTHORS_IN_BOSTON"></a>THE PETERKINS AT THE "CARNIVAL OF AUTHORS" IN BOSTON.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 110px;">
+<img src="images/image_194.jpg" width="110" height="125" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>he 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.</p>
+
+<p>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
+character.</p>
+
+<p>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 written before the
+day came.</p>
+
+<p>But Elizabeth Eliza declared that she should hardly have time enough,
+as it was, to be acquainted with all the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_189" id="Page_189">[189]</a></span> 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
+"<i>gar&ccedil;on</i>," in calling for more.</p>
+
+<p>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 horse-car.</p>
+
+<p>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 to be behindhand. Mrs. Peterkin approved of this.
+It would be excellent if they could raise funds enough to pay for
+their own tickets to the carnival; then they could go every night.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_190" id="Page_190">[190]</a></span> comfortably. 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 nothing had occurred to him yet.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin urged him to make one more effort. If his book could come
+out before the carnival he could go as an author, and might have a
+booth of his own, and take his family.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_197a.jpg" width="200" height="285" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>But Agamemnon declared it would take years to become an author. You
+might indeed publish something, but you had to make sure that it would
+be read. Mrs. 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 was to be a Carnival of Authors, that
+she might know, who they were.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin did not understand why they called them a "Carnival"; but
+he supposed they should find out when they went to it.</p>
+
+<p>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, and
+why should not her mother wear it?<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_191" id="Page_191">[191]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin supposed that she should then go as her own grandmother.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon did not approve of this. Turbans are now worn in the East,
+and Mrs. 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. Elizabeth Eliza decided upon the largest of these.</p>
+
+<p>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 sea-sickness, as he had arranged to be a great while finding
+the shore.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 200px;">
+<img src="images/image_197b.jpg" width="200" height="332" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Solomon John had been led to take this character by discovering a
+coal-hod 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 his teacher.</p>
+
+<p>As the day approached the family had their costumes prepared.</p>
+
+<p>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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_192" id="Page_192">[192]</a></span> that his own family name made him kin to
+that of the great Czar. He studied up the life in the Encyclop&aelig;dia,
+and decided to take the costume of a ship-builder. He visited the
+navy-yard and some of the docks; but none of them gave him the true
+idea of dress for ship-building in Holland or St. Petersburg. But he
+found a picture of Peter the Great, representing him in a
+broad-brimmed hat. So he assumed one that he found at a costumer's,
+and with Elizabeth Eliza's black water-proof was satisfied with his
+own appearance.</p>
+
+<p>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 might wear her own muff.</p>
+
+<p>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 great-grandmother. But doubtless Cleopatra
+resembled this picture, as it was all so long ago, so the rest of the
+family decided.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon determined to go as Noah. The costume, as represented in one
+of the little boys' arks, was simple. His father's red-lined dressing
+gown, turned inside out, permitted it easily.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza was now anxious to be Mrs. Shem, and make a long dress
+of yellow flannel, and appear with<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_193" id="Page_193">[193]</a></span> Agamemnon find the little boys.
+For the little boys were to represent two doves and a raven. There
+were feather-dusters enough in the family for their costumes, which
+would be then complete with their india-rubber boots.</p>
+
+<p>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 motion of
+landing by stepping up on a chair.</p>
+
+<p>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 as Solomon John's boat.</p>
+
+<p>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 cloak-room, to leave their wraps, they found themselves
+entangled with a number of people in costume coming out from a
+dressing-room 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.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_194" id="Page_194">[194]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"We are just in the right time," whispered Mr. Peterkin to his family;
+"they are going upon the stage; we must fall into line."</p>
+
+<p>The little boys had their feather-dusters ready.</p>
+
+<p>Some words from one of the managers made Mr. Peterkin understand the
+situation.</p>
+
+<p>"We are going to be introduced to Mr. Dickens," he said.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought he was dead!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, trembling.</p>
+
+<p>"Authors live forever!" said Agamemnon in her ear.</p>
+
+<p>At this moment they were ushered upon the stage.</p>
+
+<p>The stage manager glared at them, as he awaited their names for
+introduction, while they came up all unannounced,&mdash;a 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,
+old-fashioned bonnet on her head as Mrs. Columbus, and the little boys
+behind as two doves and a raven.</p>
+
+<p>Across the stage, in face of all the assembled people, then following
+the rest down the stairs on the other side, in among the audience,
+they went; but into an audience not dressed in costume!<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_195" id="Page_195">[195]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>There were Ann Maria Bromwick and the Osbornes,&mdash;all the
+neighbors,&mdash;all as natural as though they were walking the streets at
+home, though Ann Maria did wear white gloves.</p>
+
+<p>"I had no idea you were to appear in character," said Ann Maria to
+Elizabeth Eliza; "to what booth do you belong?"</p>
+
+<p>"We are no particular author," said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Ah, I see, a sort of varieties' booth," said Mr. Osborne.</p>
+
+<p>"What is your character?" asked Ann Maria of Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"I have not quite decided," said Elizabeth Eliza. "I thought I should
+find out after I came here. The marshal called us? 'Great
+Expectations.'"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin was at the summit of bliss. "I have shaken hands with
+Dickens!" she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>But she looked round to ask the little boys if they, too, had shaken
+hands with the great man, but not a little boy could she find.</p>
+
+<p>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 feather-dusters gayly waving in the air.</p>
+
+<p>But Mrs. Peterkin, far below, could not see this, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_196" id="Page_196">[196]</a></span> 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.</p>
+
+<p>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
+its committee for the larger stage.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon frequently stood in the background of scenes in the Arabian
+Nights.</p>
+
+<p>It was with difficulty that the family could be repressed from going
+on the stage whenever the bugle sounded for the different groups
+represented there.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza came near appearing in the "Dream of Fair Women," at
+its most culminating point.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>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 upon her character.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_197" id="Page_197">[197]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin came and took Cleopatra from the Whittier Booth.</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot understand," he said, "why none of our friends are dressed
+in costume, and why we are."</p>
+
+<p>"I rather like it," said Elizabeth Eliza, "though I should be better
+pleased if I could form a group with some one."</p>
+
+<p>The strains of the minuet began. Mrs. Peterkin was anxious to join the
+performers. It was the dance of her youth.</p>
+
+<p>But she was delayed by one of the managers on the steps that led to
+the stage.</p>
+
+<p>"I cannot understand this company," he said, distractedly.</p>
+
+<p>"They cannot find their booth," said another.</p>
+
+<p>"That is the case," said Mr. Peterkin, relieved to have it stated.</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps you had better pass into the corridor," said a polite
+marshal.</p>
+
+<p>They did this, and, walking across, found themselves in the
+refreshment-room. "This is the booth for us," said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed it is," said Mrs. Peterkin, sinking into a chair, exhausted.</p>
+
+<p>At this moment two doves and a raven appeared,&mdash;the little boys, who
+had been dancing eagerly in Mother Goose's establishment, and now came
+down for ice-cream.</p>
+
+<p>"I hardly know how to sit down," said Elizabeth<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_198" id="Page_198">[198]</a></span> Eliza, "for I am sure
+Mrs. Shem never could. Still, as I do not know if I am Mrs. Shem, I
+will venture it."</p>
+
+<p>Happily, seats were to be found for all, and they were soon arranged
+in a row, calmly eating ice-cream.</p>
+
+<p>"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."</p>
+
+<p>"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 she is, and
+going round and round in this way."</p>
+
+<p>"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 cloak-room!"</p>
+
+<p>"Spend the night in a booth, in Cleopatra's turban!" exclaimed Mrs.
+Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"We should like to come every night," cried the little boys.</p>
+
+<p>"But to spend the night," repeated Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"I conclude the Carnival keeps up all night," said Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"But never to recover our cloaks," said Mrs. Peterkin; "could not the
+little boys look round for the checks on the floors?"</p>
+
+<p>She began to enumerate the many valuable things<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_199" id="Page_199">[199]</a></span> that they might never
+see again. She had worn her large fur cape of stone-marten,&mdash;her
+grandmother's,&mdash;that Elizabeth Eliza had been urging her to have made
+into a foot-rug. 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 india-rubber 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.
+Peterkin was not sure as they would have time to reach the train.
+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.</p>
+
+<p>At this moment the strains of "Home, Sweet Home" were heard from the
+band, and people were seen preparing to go.</p>
+
+<p>"All can go home, but we must stay," said Mrs. Peterkin, gloomily, as
+the well-known strains floated in from the larger hall.</p>
+
+<p>A number of marshals came to the refreshment-room, looked at them,
+whispered to each other, as the Peterkins sat in a row.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_200" id="Page_200">[200]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Can we do anything for you?" asked one at last. "Would you not like
+to go?" He seemed eager they should leave the room.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>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, as there was barely time to reach it.</p>
+
+<p>Then, indeed, was Mrs. Peterkin ready to leave. If they should miss
+the 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,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_201" id="Page_201">[201]</a></span> just in time to take the train as it was leaving the
+station.</p>
+
+<p>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 themselves much repaid for
+their exertions.</p>
+
+<p>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 pass-key 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 office-key; he had taken it by
+mistake, or he might have dropped the house-key in the cloak-room of
+the Carnival.</p>
+
+<p>"Must we go back?" sighed Mrs. Peterkin, in an exhausted voice. More
+than ever did Elizabeth Eliza regret that Agamemnon's invention in
+keys had failed to secure a patent!</p>
+
+<p>It was impossible to get into the house, for Amanda had been allowed
+to go and spend the night with a friend, so there was no use in
+ringing, though the little boys had tried it.</p>
+
+<p>"We can return to the station," said Mr. Peterkin; "the rooms will be
+warm, on account of the midnight<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_202" id="Page_202">[202]</a></span> train. We can, at least, think what
+we shall do next."</p>
+
+<p>At the station was one of their neighbors, proposing to take the New
+York midnight train, for it was now after eleven, and the train went
+through at half-past.</p>
+
+<p>"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."</p>
+
+<p>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, hoping to find
+him there. 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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_203" id="Page_203">[203]</a></span> 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 station-master
+had to leave, for a short rest. He felt obliged to lock up the
+station, but he promised to return at an early hour to release them.</p>
+
+<p>"Of what use," said Elizabeth Eliza, "if we cannot even then get into
+our own house?"</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin thought the matter appeared bad, if the locksmith had
+left town. He feared the young man might have gone in, and helped
+himself to spoons, and left. 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 still was nodding in the corner of the
+long bench.</p>
+
+<p>Morning did come at last. The family decided to go to their home;
+perhaps by some effort in the early daylight they might make an
+entrance.</p>
+
+<p>On the way they met with the night-policeman, returning from his beat.
+He stopped when he saw the family.</p>
+
+<div class="figright" style="width: 325px;">
+<img src="images/image_209.jpg" width="325" height="268" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"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<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_204" id="Page_204">[204]</a></span> 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"&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>The family then tried to interrupt&mdash;to explain&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Where is he?" exclaimed Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Safe in the lock-up," answered the policeman.</p>
+
+<p>"But he is the locksmith!" interrupted Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>"We have no key!" said Elizabeth Eliza; "if you have locked up the
+locksmith we can never get in."</p>
+
+<p>The policeman looked from one to the other, smiling slightly when he
+understood the case.</p>
+
+<p>"The locksmith!" he exclaimed; "he is a new fellow, and I did not
+recognize him, and arrested him! Very well, I will go and let him out,
+that he may let you in!" and he hurried away, surprising the Peterkin
+family with what seemed like insulting screams of laughter.</p>
+
+<p>"It seems to me a more serious case than it appears to him," said Mr.
+Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>The locksmith was not in very good humor, and took ill the jokes of
+the policeman. Mr. Peterkin, fearing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_205" id="Page_205">[205]</a></span> he might not consent to open the
+door, pressed into his hand a large sum of money. The door flew open;
+the family could go in. Amanda arrived at the same moment. There was
+hope of breakfast. Mrs. Peterkin staggered towards the stairs. "I
+shall never go to another Carnival!" she exclaimed.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_206" id="Page_206">[206]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PETERKINS_AT_THE_FARM" id="THE_PETERKINS_AT_THE_FARM"></a>THE PETERKINS AT THE FARM.</h2>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 110px;">
+<img src="images/image_212.jpg" width="110" height="144" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>es, at last they had reached the seaside, after much talking and
+deliberation, and summer after summer the journey had been constantly
+postponed.</p>
+
+<p>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 Maria to join them
+till the very next day.</p>
+
+<p>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 to tell, they had all their hand-baggage safe.</p>
+
+<p>Agamemnon had brought his Portable Electrical Machine and Apparatus,
+and the volumes of the Encyclop&aelig;dia that might tell him how to manage
+it, and Solomon John had his photograph camera. The little boys<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_207" id="Page_207">[207]</a></span> had
+used their india-rubber boots as portmanteaux, filling them to the
+brim, and carrying one in each hand,&mdash;a 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 allotted to them.</p>
+
+<p>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 out-house was found for them, where Agamemnon and
+Solomon John could arrange them.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin was much pleased with the old-fashioned porch and
+low-studded rooms, though the sleeping-rooms seemed a little stuffy at
+first.</p>
+
+<div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;">
+<img src="images/image_213.jpg" width="300" height="167" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>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 well-stocked stables and barns, and the fields and
+vegetable gardens, which were shown<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_208" id="Page_208">[208]</a></span> 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.</p>
+
+<p>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 sea-bathing would be exceedingly
+convenient; which was hardly the case if it took you an hour and a
+half to walk to it.</p>
+
+<p>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 them, Agamemnon driving the one
+horse.</p>
+
+<p>Solomon John had depended upon taking the photographs of the family in
+a row on the beach; but he decided not to take his camera out the
+first afternoon.</p>
+
+<p>This was well, as the sun was already setting when they reached the
+beach.</p>
+
+<p>"If this wagon were not so shaky," said Mrs. Peterkin, "we might drive
+over every morning for our bath. The road is very straight, and I
+suppose Agamemnon can turn on the beach."</p>
+
+<p>"We should have to spend the whole day about it,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_209" id="Page_209">[209]</a></span> said Solomon John,
+in a discouraged tone, "unless we can have a quicker horse."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps we should prefer that," said Elizabeth Eliza, a little
+gloomily, "to staying at the house."</p>
+
+<p>She had been a little disturbed to find there were not more elegant
+and fashionable-looking 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
+to-night.</p>
+
+<p>She had been busy all the early summer in preparing her dresses for
+this very watering-place, 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 gentleman among them.</p>
+
+<p>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 return.</p>
+
+<p>On their arrival they had been shown to a room to have their meals by
+themselves, and could not decide<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_210" id="Page_210">[210]</a></span> whether they were eating dinner or
+lunch. There was a variety of meat, vegetables, and pie, that might
+come under either name; but Mr. and Mrs Peterkin were well pleased.</p>
+
+<p>"I had no idea we should have really farm-fare," Mrs. Peterkin said.
+"I have not drunk such a tumbler of milk since I was young."</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza concluded they ought not to judge from a first meal,
+as evidently their arrival had not been fully prepared for, in spite
+of the numerous letters that had been exchanged.</p>
+
+<p>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
+mullein-stalks, 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.</p>
+
+<p>They wanted to stay longer on the beach, when they finally reached it;
+but Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza insisted upon turning directly
+back, as it was not fair to be late to dinner the very first night.</p>
+
+<p>On the whole the party came back cheerful, yet hungry. They found the
+same old men, in the same costume, standing against the porch.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_211" id="Page_211">[211]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"A little seedy, I should say," said Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>"Smoking pipes," said Agamemnon; "I believe that is the latest style."</p>
+
+<p>"The smell of their tobacco is not very agreeable," Mrs. Peterkin was
+forced to say.</p>
+
+<p>There seemed the same uncertainty on their arrival as to where they
+were to be put, and as to their meals.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza tried to get into conversation with the old ladies,
+who were wandering in and out of a small sitting-room. 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 their rooms, too much of
+invalids to appear.</p>
+
+<p>"Regular bed-ridden," Martha had described them, which Elizabeth Eliza
+did not consider respectful.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Peterkin appeared coming down the slope of the hill behind the
+house, very cheerful. He had made the tour of the farm, and found it
+in admirable order.</p>
+
+<p>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 "tea."</p>
+
+<p>So she asked what was the usual hour for supper, and was surprised
+when Martha replied, "The lady must<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_212" id="Page_212">[212]</a></span> say," nodding to Mrs. Peterkin.
+"She can have it just when she wants, and just what she wants!"</p>
+
+<p>This was an unexpected courtesy.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza asked when the others had their supper.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, they took it a long time ago," Martha answered. "If the lady will
+go out into the kitchen she can tell what she wants."</p>
+
+<p>"Bring us in what you have," said Mr. Peterkin, himself quite hungry.
+"If you could cook us a fresh slice of beefsteak that would be well."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps some eggs," murmured Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Scrambled," cried one of the little boys.</p>
+
+<p>"Fried potatoes would not be bad," suggested Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>"Couldn't we have some onions?" asked the little boy who had stayed at
+home, and had noticed the odor of onions when the others had their
+supper.</p>
+
+<p>"A pie would come in well," said Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>"And some stewed cherries," said the other little boy.</p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>"This is true Arab hospitality," said Mr. Peterkin, as he cut his
+juicy beefsteak.</p>
+
+<p>"I know it," said Elizabeth Eliza, whose spirits began to rise. "We
+have not even seen the host and hostess."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_213" id="Page_213">[213]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>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.</p>
+
+<p>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 same with Ann
+Maria. 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 they&mdash;the
+Peterkins&mdash;had 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 post-office, as she had already
+learned it was at quite a distance, and in a different direction from<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_214" id="Page_214">[214]</a></span>
+the station, where they were to send the next day for their trunks.</p>
+
+<p>She went over and over these same questions, kept awake by the
+coughing and talking of her neighbors, the other side of the thin
+partition.</p>
+
+<p>She was scarcely sorry to be aroused from her uncomfortable sleep by
+the morning sounds of guinea-hens, peacocks, and every other kind of
+fowl.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin expressed her satisfaction at the early breakfast, and
+declared she was delighted with such genuine farm sounds.</p>
+
+<p>They passed the day much as the afternoon before, reaching the beach
+only in time to turn round to come back for their dinner, which was
+appointed at noon. Mrs. Peterkin was quite satisfied. "Such a straight
+road, and the beach such a safe place to turn round upon!"</p>
+
+<p>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 cream-colored surah if the Sylvesters did not come,
+and if their time<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_215" id="Page_215">[215]</a></span> 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:&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"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 travelling-dress would be quite appropriate. "I am a little
+tired," she added, "of going back and forward over the same road; but
+when the rest come we can vary it."</p>
+
+<p>The plan was agreed to, but Mr. Peterkin and the little boys remained
+to go over the farm again.</p>
+
+<p>They had an excellent picnic on the beach, under the shadow of a ledge
+of sand. They were just putting up their things when they saw a party
+of people approaching from the other end of the beach.</p>
+
+<p>"I am glad to see some pleasant-looking people at last," said
+Elizabeth Eliza, and they all turned to walk toward them.</p>
+
+<p>As the other party drew near she recognized Ann Maria Bromwick! And
+with her were the Sylvesters,&mdash;so they proved to be, for she had never
+seen them before.</p>
+
+<p>"What! you have come in our absence!" exclaimed Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"And we have been wondering what had become of you!" cried Ann Maria.</p>
+
+<p>"I thought you would be at the farm before us,"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_216" id="Page_216">[216]</a></span> said Elizabeth Eliza
+to Mr. Sylvester, to whom she was introduced.</p>
+
+<p>"We have been looking for you at the farm," he was saying to her.</p>
+
+<p>"But we are at the farm," said Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"And so are we!" said Ann Maria.</p>
+
+<p>"We have been there two days," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"And so have we, at the 'Old Farm,' just at the end of the beach,"
+said Ann Maria.</p>
+
+<p>"Our farm is old enough," said Solomon John.</p>
+
+<p>"Whereabouts are you?" asked Mr. Sylvester.</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza pointed to the road they had come.</p>
+
+<p>A smile came over Mr. Sylvester's face; he knew the country well.</p>
+
+<p>"You mean the farm-house behind the hill, at the end of the road?" he
+asked.</p>
+
+<p>The Peterkins all nodded affirmatively.</p>
+
+<p>Ann Maria could not restrain herself, as broad smiles came over the
+faces of all the party.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, that is the Poor-house!" she exclaimed.</p>
+
+<p>"The town farm," Mr. Sylvester explained, deprecatingly.</p>
+
+<p>The Peterkins were silent for a while. The Sylvesters tried not to
+laugh.</p>
+
+<p>"There certainly were some disagreeable old men and women there!" said
+Elizabeth Eliza, at last.</p>
+
+<p>"But we have surely been made very comfortable," Mrs. Peterkin
+declared.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_217" id="Page_217">[217]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"A very simple mistake," said Mr. Sylvester, continuing his amusement.
+"Your trunks arrived all right at the 'Old Farm,' two days ago."</p>
+
+<p>"Let us go back directly," said Elizabeth Eliza.</p>
+
+<p>"As directly as our horse will allow," said Agamemnon.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Sylvester helped them into the wagon. "Your rooms are awaiting
+you," he said. "Why not come with us?"</p>
+
+<p>"We want to find Mr. Peterkin before we do anything else," said Mrs.
+Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>They rode back in silence, till Elizabeth Eliza said, "Do you suppose
+they took us for paupers?"</p>
+
+<p>"We have not seen any 'they,'" said Solomon John, "except Mr. Atwood."</p>
+
+<p>At the entrance of the farm-yard Mr. Peterkin met them.</p>
+
+<p>"I have been looking for you," he said. "I have just made a
+discovery."</p>
+
+<p>"We have made it, too," said Elizabeth Eliza; "we are in the
+poor-house."</p>
+
+<p>"How did you find it out?" Mrs. Peterkin asked of Mr. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Atwood came to me, puzzled with a telegram that had been brought
+to him from the station, which he ought to have got two days ago. It
+came from a Mr. Peters, whom they were expecting here this week, with
+his wife and boys, to take charge of the establishment.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_218" id="Page_218">[218]</a></span> He
+telegraphed to say he cannot come till Friday. Now, Mr. Atwood had
+supposed we were the Peterses, whom he had sent for the day we
+arrived, not having received this telegram."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I see, I see!" said Mrs. Peterkin; "and we did get into a muddle
+at the station!"</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Atwood met them at the porch. "I beg pardon," he said. "I hope you
+have found it comfortable here, and shall be glad to have you stay
+till Mr. Peters' family comes."</p>
+
+<p>At this moment wheels were heard. Mr. Sylvester had arrived, with an
+open wagon, to take the Peterkins to the "Old Farm."</p>
+
+<p>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 with the other gentlemen, that looked so wandering."</p>
+
+<p>Elizabeth Eliza did not know whether to laugh or to cry.</p>
+
+<p>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. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Peterkin was tempted to stay another night, to be wakened once
+more by the guinea-hens. But Elizabeth Eliza bore her off. There was
+not much packing to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_219" id="Page_219">[219]</a></span> be done. She shouted good-by 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 against the porch.</p>
+
+<p>"This time," she said, "it is not our trunks that were lost"&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"But we, as a family," said Mrs. Peterkin.</p>
+
+<hr style='width: 65%;' />
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Peterkin Papers, by Lucretia P  Hale
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: The Peterkin Papers
+
+Author: Lucretia P  Hale
+
+Release Date: May 30, 2008 [EBook #25648]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE PETERKIN PAPERS ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by Sankar Viswanathan, Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper,
+and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at
+http://www.pgdp.net
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+       [Illustration: MRS. PETERKIN PUTS SALT INTO HER COFFEE.]
+
+
+                                 THE
+
+                           PETERKIN PAPERS
+
+
+
+                                  BY
+
+
+                           LUCRETIA P. HALE
+
+
+                          With Illustrations
+
+
+                           SEVENTH EDITION.
+
+
+
+
+
+                         BOSTON AND NEW YORK
+
+                    HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
+
+                   The Riverside Press, Cambridge.
+
+                                 1893
+
+
+
+                           Copyright, 1880
+
+                     By JAMES R. OSGOOD & COMPANY
+
+                               and 1886
+
+                         By TICKNOR & COMPANY
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKIN PAPERS
+
+Dedicated
+
+TO MEGGIE
+
+(THE DAUGHTER OF THE LADY FROM PHILADELPHIA)
+
+_TO WHOM THESE STORIES WERE FIRST TOLD_
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+
+
+PREFACE TO THE SECOND EDITION OF
+THE PETERKIN PAPERS.
+
+
+The first of these stories was accepted by Mr. Howard M. Ticknor for
+the "Young Folks." They were afterwards continued in numbers of the
+"St. Nicholas."
+
+A second edition is now printed, containing a new paper, which has
+never before been published, "The Peterkins at the Farm."
+
+It may be remembered that the Peterkins originally hesitated about
+publishing their Family Papers, and were decided by referring the
+matter to the lady from Philadelphia. A little uncertain whether she
+might happen to be at Philadelphia, they determined to write and ask
+her.
+
+Solomon John suggested a postal-card. Everybody reads a postal, and
+everybody would read it as it came along, and see its importance, and
+help it on. If the lady from Philadelphia were away, her family and
+all her servants would read it, and send it after her, for answer.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza thought the postal a bright idea. It would not take so
+long to write as a letter, and would not be so expensive. But could
+they get the whole subject on a postal?
+
+Mr. Peterkin believed there could be no difficulty, there was but one
+question:--
+
+Shall the adventures of the Peterkin family be published?
+
+This was decided upon, and there was room for each of the family to
+sign, the little boys contenting themselves with rough sketches of
+their india-rubber boots.
+
+Mr. Peterkin, Agamemnon, and Solomon John took the postal-card to the
+post-office early one morning, and by the afternoon of that very day,
+and all the next day, and for many days, came streaming in answers on
+postals and in letters. Their card had been addressed to the lady from
+Philadelphia, with the number of her street. But it must have been
+read by their neighbors in their own town post-office before leaving;
+it must have been read along its way: for by each mail came piles of
+postals and letters from town after town, in answer to the question,
+and all in the same tone: "Yes, yes; publish the adventures of the
+Peterkin family."
+
+"Publish them, of course."
+
+And in time came the answer of the lady from Philadelphia:--
+
+"Yes, of course; publish them."
+
+This is why they were published.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+THE LADY WHO PUT SALT IN HER COFFEE
+
+ABOUT ELIZABETH ELIZA'S PIANO
+
+THE PETERKINS TRY TO BECOME WISE
+
+MRS. PETERKIN WISHES TO GO TO DRIVE
+
+THE PETERKINS AT HOME
+
+WHY THE PETERKINS HAD A LATE DINNER
+
+THE PETERKINS' SUMMER JOURNEY
+
+THE PETERKINS SNOWED-UP
+
+THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO KEEP A COW
+
+THE PETERKINS' CHRISTMAS-TREE
+
+MRS. PETERKIN'S TEA-PARTY
+
+THE PETERKINS TOO LATE FOR THE EXHIBITION
+
+THE PETERKINS CELEBRATE THE "FOURTH"
+
+THE PETERKINS' PICNIC
+
+THE PETERKINS' CHARADES
+
+THE PETERKINS ARE OBLIGED TO MOVE
+
+THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO LEARN THE LANGUAGES
+
+MODERN IMPROVEMENTS AT THE PETERKINS'
+
+AGAMEMNON'S CAREER
+
+THE EDUCATIONAL BREAKFAST
+
+THE PETERKINS AT THE "CARNIVAL OF AUTHORS" IN BOSTON
+
+THE PETERKINS AT THE FARM
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKIN PAPERS.
+
+THE LADY WHO PUT SALT IN HER COFFEE.
+
+
+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 to think.
+
+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
+india-rubber boots, and over they went.
+
+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
+great-grandfather's gold-bowed spectacles; and he had melted up the
+gold head of his great-great-grandfather'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 wedding-ring to melt up with all 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
+wedding-ring of diamonds, all set in emeralds and rubies and topazes,
+and all the furniture could be turned into the finest of gold.
+
+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
+crucible--that was the name of his melting-pot--at 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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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; but still Mrs. 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 with a little pure carbon. But still Mrs. Peterkin was
+not satisfied.
+
+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 herb-woman?"
+Elizabeth Eliza was the only daughter. She was named after her two
+aunts,--Elizabeth, from the sister of her father; Eliza, from her
+mother's sister. Now, the herb-woman 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 herb-woman lived down at the very end of
+the street; so the boys put on their india-rubber boots again, and
+they set off. It was a long walk through the village, but they came at
+last to the herb-woman'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 sweet-smelling herbs,
+so that the air was full of tansy-tea and elder-blow. Over the porch
+grew a hop-vine, and a brandy-cherry tree shaded the door, and a
+luxuriant cranberry-vine 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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+her,--Elizabeth Eliza, Solomon John, and the little boys. They had to
+climb up over high rocks, and in among huckleberry-bushes and
+blackberry-vines. But the little boys had their india-rubber boots. At
+last they discovered the little old woman. They knew her by her hat.
+It was steeple-crowned, without any vane. They saw her digging with
+her trowel round a sassafras bush. They told her their story,--how
+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 pennyroyal, and went back to her house.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There she stopped, and stuffed her huge pockets with some of all the
+kinds of herbs. She took some tansy and peppermint, and caraway-seed
+and dill, spearmint and cloves, pennyroyal and sweet marjoram, basil
+and rosemary, wild thyme and some of the other time,--such as you have
+in clocks,--sappermint 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 Dutch-oven. She packed these all up, and
+then went back with the children, taking her stick.
+
+Meanwhile Mrs. Peterkin was getting quite impatient for her coffee.
+
+As soon as the little old woman came she had it set over the fire, and
+began to stir in the different herbs. First she put in a little hop
+for the bitter. Mrs. Peterkin said it tasted like hop-tea, and not at
+all like coffee. Then she tried a little flag-root 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 was five cents in
+currency.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 they all agreed, it
+was a great thought, and off Elizabeth Eliza went.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+She told the lady from Philadelphia the whole story,--how 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 herb-woman, 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?" Elizabeth Eliza started with surprise. 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 mother,
+and she had her cup of coffee.
+
+
+
+
+ABOUT ELIZABETH ELIZA'S PIANO.
+
+
+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 away.
+
+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?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+music-stool on the piazza, and play upon the piano there.
+
+So they tried this; and they all thought it was a very pretty sight to
+see Elizabeth Eliza playing on the piano, while she sat on the piazza,
+with the honeysuckle vines behind her.
+
+It was very pleasant, too, moonlight evenings. Mr. Peterkin liked to
+take a doze on his sofa in the room; but the rest of the family liked
+to sit on the piazza. So did Elizabeth Eliza, only she had to have her
+back to the moon.
+
+All this did very well through the summer; but, when the fall came,
+Mr. Peterkin thought the air was too cold from the open window, and
+the family did not want to sit out on the piazza.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza practised in the mornings with her cloak on; but she
+was obliged to give up her music in the evenings the family shivered
+so.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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?"
+
+One of the little boys pertly said, "It is a square piano."
+
+But Elizabeth Eliza went home directly, and, with the help of
+Agamemnon and Solomon John, turned the piano round.
+
+"Why did we not think of that before?" said Mrs. Peterkin. "What shall
+we do when the lady from Philadelphia goes home again?"
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS TRY TO BECOME WISE.
+
+
+They were sitting round the breakfast-table, 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 house,--a few school-books and Mrs. Peterkin's cook-book
+were all.
+
+"That's the thing!" said Agamemnon. "We want a library."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 of thinking."
+
+So they all sat and thought a great while.
+
+Then said Agamemnon, "I will make a library. There are some boards in
+the wood-shed, and I have a hammer and some nails, and perhaps we can
+borrow some hinges, and there we have our library!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They were all very much pleased at the idea.
+
+"That's the bookcase part," said Elizabeth Eliza; "but where are the
+books?"
+
+So they sat and thought a little while, when Solomon John exclaimed,
+"I will make a book!"
+
+They all looked at him in wonder.
+
+"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. Peterkin
+put on her cape-bonnet, and the little boys got into their
+india-rubber boots, and off they went.
+
+The nutgalls were hard to find. There was almost everything else in
+the woods,--chestnuts and walnuts, and small hazel-nuts, 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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration: SOLOMON JOHN'S BOOK--Page 26.]
+
+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 poultry-yard 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
+poultry-yard. When they got there the fowls were all at roost, so
+they could look at them quietly. But there were no geese! There were
+Shanghais, and Cochin-Chinas, and Guinea hens, and Barbary hens, and
+speckled hens, and Poland roosters, and bantams, and ducks, and
+turkeys, but not one goose! "No geese but ourselves," said Mrs.
+Peterkin, wittily, as they returned to the house. The sight of this
+procession roused up the village. "A torch-light 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 them that it was
+only his family visiting his hens.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 book-seller 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 post-office, and the
+little boys had their india-rubber 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 book. And they all went
+back rejoicing.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 I haven't got anything to say."
+
+
+
+
+MRS. PETERKIN WISHES TO GO TO DRIVE.
+
+
+One morning Mrs. Peterkin was feeling very tired, as she had been
+having a great many things to think of, and she said to Mr. Peterkin,
+"I believe I shall take a ride this morning!"
+
+And the little boys cried out, "Oh, may we go too?"
+
+Mrs. Peterkin said that Elizabeth Eliza and the little boys might go.
+
+So Mr. Peterkin had the horse put into the carryall, and he and
+Agamemnon went off to their business, and Solomon John to school; and
+Mrs. Peterkin began to get ready for her ride.
+
+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 prepare.
+
+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 cape-bonnet, and in time they were all ready. The little boys
+were in their india-rubber boots, and they got into the carriage.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza was to drive; so she sat on the front seat, and took
+up the reins, and the horse started off merrily, and then suddenly
+stopped, and would not go any farther.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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.
+
+"We shall have to whip him," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+Now Mrs. Peterkin never liked to use the whip; but, as the horse would
+not go, she said she would get out and turn his head the other way,
+while Elizabeth Eliza whipped the horse, and when he began to go she
+would hurry and get in.
+
+So they tried this, but the horse would not stir.
+
+"Perhaps we have too heavy a load," said Mrs. Peterkin, as she got in.
+
+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 was a high wind, and they
+could not hear exactly what she said.
+
+"I have tried the whip," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"She says 'whips,' such as you eat," said one of the little boys.
+
+"We might make those," said Mrs. Peterkin, thoughtfully.
+
+"We have got plenty of cream," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"Yes, let us have some whips," cried the little boys, getting out.
+
+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 boys tasted all round, and they
+all thought they were very nice.
+
+They carried some out to the horse, who swallowed it down very
+quickly.
+
+"That is just what he wanted," said Mrs. Peterkin; "now he will
+certainly go!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 Philadelphia, and see what she
+will say."
+
+The little boys jumped out as quickly as they could; they were eager
+to go and ask the lady from Philadelphia. Elizabeth Eliza went with
+them, while her mother took the reins.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 opera-glass, and looked through it, across the way, up the street,
+to Mrs. Peterkin's door.
+
+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 horse-post?"
+
+Elizabeth Eliza and the little boys looked at one another, and then
+hurried back to the house and told their mother. The horse was untied,
+and they all went to ride.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS AT HOME.
+
+
+AT DINNER.
+
+Another little incident occurred in the Peterkin family. This was at
+dinner-time.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+slices,--first one of lean, then 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 apple-sauce, 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.
+
+"What is the matter now?" said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+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.
+
+"What shall be done now?" said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+They all sat and thought for a little while.
+
+At last said Mrs. Peterkin, rather uncertainly, "Suppose we ask the
+lady from Philadelphia what is best to be done."
+
+But Mr. Peterkin said he didn't like to go to her for everything; let
+the children try and eat their dinner as it was.
+
+And they all tried, but they couldn't. "Very well, then," said Mr.
+Peterkin, "let them go and ask the lady from Philadelphia."
+
+"All of us?" cried one of the little boys, in the excitement of the
+moment.
+
+"Yes," said, Mrs. Peterkin, "only put on your india-rubber boots." And
+they hurried out of the house.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 like the lean?"
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+WHY THE PETERKINS HAD A LATE DINNER.
+
+
+The trouble was in the dumb-waiter. All had seated themselves at the
+dinner-table, and Amanda had gone to take out the dinner she had sent
+up from the kitchen on the dumb-waiter. 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 tried; all pulled together
+in vain; the dinner could not be stirred.
+
+"No dinner!" exclaimed Agamemnon.
+
+"I am quite hungry," said Solomon John.
+
+At last Mr. Peterkin said, "I am not proud. I am willing to dine in
+the kitchen."
+
+This room was below the dining-room. All consented to this. Each one
+went down, taking a napkin.
+
+The cook laid the kitchen table, put on it her best table-cloth, and
+the family sat down. Amanda went to the dumb-waiter for the dinner,
+but she could not move it down.
+
+The family were all in dismay. There was the dinner, half-way between
+the kitchen and dining-room, and there were they all hungry to eat it!
+
+"What is there for dinner?" asked Mr. Peterkin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Roast turkey," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+Mr. Peterkin lifted his eyes to the ceiling.
+
+"Squash, tomato, potato, and sweet potato," Mrs. Peterkin continued.
+
+"Sweet potato!" exclaimed both the little boys.
+
+"I am very glad now that I did not have cranberry," said Mrs.
+Peterkin, anxious to find a bright point.
+
+"Let us sit down and think about it," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"I have an idea," said Agamemnon, after a while.
+
+"Let us hear it," said Mr. Peterkin. "Let each one speak his mind."
+
+"The turkey," said Agamemnon, "must be just above the kitchen door. If
+I had a ladder and an axe, I could cut away the plastering and reach
+it."
+
+"That is a great idea," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"If you think you could do it," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Would it not be better to have a carpenter?" asked Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"A carpenter might have a ladder and an axe, and I think we have
+neither," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"A carpenter! A carpenter!" exclaimed the rest.
+
+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 out,--Herculaneum, for instance."
+
+"Oh, yes," interrupted Elizabeth Eliza, "and Pompeii."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Yes," said Agamemnon. "They found there pots and kettles. Now, I
+should like to know how they did it; and I mean to borrow a book and
+read. I think it was done with a pickaxe."
+
+So the party set out. But when Mr. Peterkin reached the carpenter's
+shop there was no carpenter to be found there.
+
+"He must be at his house, eating his dinner," suggested Solomon John.
+
+"Happy man," exclaimed Mr. Peterkin, "he has a dinner to eat!"
+
+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 that he always came back at
+night to ring the nine-o'clock bell.
+
+"We must wait till then," said Mr. Peterkin, with an effort at
+cheerfulness.
+
+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 part of the family thought it would
+not do; the rest wanted tea.
+
+"I suppose you remember the wise lady of Philadelphia, who was here
+not long ago?" said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Oh, yes," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"Let us try to think what she would advise us," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"I wish she were here," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"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 nine-o'clock bell was heard, Agamemnon, Solomon John, and the
+little boys rushed to the church and found the carpenter.
+
+They asked him to bring a ladder, axe, and pickaxe. As he felt it
+might be a case of fire he brought also his fire-buckets.
+
+When the matter was explained to him he went into the dining-room,
+looked into the dumb-waiter, untwisted a cord, and arranged the
+weight, and pulled up the dinner.
+
+There was a family shout.
+
+"The trouble was in the weight," said the carpenter.
+
+"That is why it is called a dumb-waiter," Solomon John explained to
+the little boys.
+
+The dinner was put upon the table.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin frugally suggested that they might now keep it for next
+day, as to-day was almost gone, and they had had tea.
+
+But nobody listened. All sat down to the roast turkey, and Amanda
+warmed over the vegetables.
+
+"Patient waiters are no losers," said Agamemnon.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS' SUMMER JOURNEY.
+
+
+In fact, it was their last summer's journey,--for it had been planned
+then; but there had been so many difficulties it had been delayed.
+
+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 patent-leather hand-bag. But all these were too small for the
+family. And the little boys wanted to carry their kite.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin suggested her grandmother's trunk. This was a
+hair-trunk, 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 bags.
+
+Everybody was delighted at this idea. It was agreed that the next day
+the things should be brought into Mrs. Peterkin's room for her to see
+if they could all be packed.
+
+"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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 away,--Mrs.
+Peterkin's wedding-dress; 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 weather you will have.
+
+Agamemnon fetched his books, and Solomon John his spy-glass. 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 hat for fishing, with a very wide brim and deep crown; all of
+heavy straw.
+
+Agamemnon brought down a large heavy dictionary, and an atlas still
+larger. This contained maps of all the countries in the world.
+
+"I have never had a chance to look at them," he said; "but when one
+travels, then is the time to study geography."
+
+Mr. Peterkin wanted to take his turning-lathe. So Mrs. Peterkin packed
+his tool-chest. 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 india-rubber boots, in case it
+should not rain when they started. They each had a hoe and shovel, and
+some baskets, that were packed.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mrs. Peterkin called in all the family on the evening of the second
+day to see how she had succeeded. Everything was packed, even the
+little boys' kite lay smoothly on the top.
+
+"I like to see a thing so nicely done," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+The next thing was to cord up the trunk, and Mr. Peterkin tried to
+move it. But neither he, nor Agamemnon, nor Solomon John could lift
+it alone, or all together.
+
+Here was a serious difficulty. Solomon John tried to make light of it.
+
+"Expressmen could lift it. Expressmen were used to such things."
+
+"But we did not plan expressing it," said Mrs. Peterkin, in a
+discouraged tone.
+
+"We can take a carriage," said Solomon John.
+
+"I am afraid the trunk would not go on the back of a carriage," said
+Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"The hackman could not lift it, either," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"People do travel with a great deal of baggage," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"And with very large trunks," said 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."
+
+"We would not mind if we got it to the place," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"But how to get it there?" Mr. Peterkin asked, with a sigh.
+
+"This is our first obstacle," said Agamemnon; "we must do our best to
+conquer it."
+
+"What is an obstacle?" asked the little boys.
+
+"It is the trunk," said Solomon John.
+
+"Suppose we look out the word in the dictionary," said Agamemnon,
+taking the large volume from the trunk. "Ah, here it is"--And he
+read:--
+
+"OBSTACLE, _an impediment_."
+
+"That is a worse word than the other," said one of the little boys.
+
+"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 that holds back."
+
+"The trunk is all these," said Mr. Peterkin, gloomily.
+
+"It does not entangle the feet," said Solomon John, "for it can't
+move."
+
+"I wish it could," said the little boys together.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin spent a day or two in taking the things out of the trunk
+and putting them away.
+
+"At least," she said, "this has given me some experience in packing."
+
+And the little boys felt as if they had quite been a journey.
+
+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 the place too public.
+
+Gradually the old contents of the great trunk went back again to it.
+
+At length a friend unexpectedly offered to lend Mr. Peterkin a
+good-sized family trunk. But it was late in the season, and so the
+journey was put off from that summer.
+
+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
+hair-trunk. 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
+turning-lathe at home, and his tool-chest.
+
+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 except
+the little boys' kite. What should they do about that?
+
+The little boys proposed carrying it in their hands; but Solomon John
+and Elizabeth Eliza would not consent to this.
+
+"I do think it is one of the cases where we might ask the advice of
+the lady from Philadelphia," said Mrs. Peterkin, at last.
+
+"She has come on here," said Agamemnon, "and we have not been to see
+her this summer."
+
+"She may think we have been neglecting her," suggested Mr. Peterkin.
+
+The little boys begged to be allowed to go and ask her opinion about
+the kite. They came back in high spirits.
+
+"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."
+
+"We'll take plenty of newspapers," said Solomon John.
+
+"And twine," said the little boys. And this matter was settled.
+
+The question then was, "When should they go?"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS SNOWED-UP.
+
+
+Mrs. Peterkin awoke one morning to find a heavy snow-storm 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,
+covering hedges and fences.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 swift-falling flakes.
+
+"What shall I do about it?" thought Mrs. Peterkin. "No roads cleared
+out! Of course there'll be no butcher and no milkman!"
+
+The first thing to be done was to wake up all the family early; for
+there was enough in the house for breakfast, and there was no knowing
+when they would have anything more to eat.
+
+It was best to secure the breakfast first.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So she went from one room to the other, as soon as it was light,
+waking the family, and before long all were dressed and downstairs.
+
+And then all went round the house to see what had happened.
+
+All the water-pipes that there were were frozen. The milk was frozen.
+They could open the door into the wood-house; but the wood-house door
+into the yard was banked up with snow; and the front door, and the
+piazza door, and the side door stuck. Nobody could get in or out!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Meanwhile, Amanda, the cook, had succeeded in making the kitchen fire,
+but had discovered there was no furnace coal.
+
+"The furnace coal was to have come to-day," said Mrs. Peterkin,
+apologetically.
+
+"Nothing will come to-day," said Mr. Peterkin, shivering.
+
+But a fire could be made in a stove in the dining-room.
+
+All were glad to sit down to breakfast and hot coffee. The little boys
+were much pleased to have "ice-cream" for breakfast.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 to-day."
+
+"Nothing will come to-day," said Agamemnon, gloomily.
+
+"Are these sausages the last meat in the house?" asked Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Yes," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+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 almost wish we had stayed in bed," said Agamemnon.
+
+"I thought it best to make sure of our breakfast first," repeated Mrs.
+Peterkin.
+
+"Shall we literally have nothing left to eat?" asked Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"There's the pig!" suggested Solomon John.
+
+Yes, happily, the pigsty was at the end of the wood-house, and could
+be reached under cover.
+
+But some of the family could not eat fresh pork.
+
+"We should have to 'corn' part of him," said Agamemnon.
+
+"My butcher has always told me," said Mrs. Peterkin, "that if I wanted
+a ham I must keep a pig. Now we have the pig, but have not the ham!"
+
+"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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The little boys looked serious; they were fond of their pig.
+
+"If we had only decided to keep a cow," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"Alas! yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "one learns a great many things too
+late!"
+
+"Then we might have had ice-cream all the time!" exclaimed the little
+boys.
+
+Indeed, the little boys, in spite of the prospect of starving, were
+quite pleasantly excited at the idea of being snowed-up, and hurried
+through their breakfasts that they might go and try to shovel out a
+path from one of the doors.
+
+"I ought to know more about the water-pipes," said Mr. Peterkin. "Now,
+I shut off the water last night in the bath-room, or else I forgot to;
+and I ought to have shut it off in the cellar."
+
+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 to-day," said Mr. Peterkin, "is not to
+have all the doors on one side of the house, because the storm blows
+the snow against _all_ the doors."
+
+Solomon John started up.
+
+"Let us see if we are blocked up on the east side of the house!" he
+exclaimed.
+
+"Of what use," asked Mr. Peterkin, "since we have no door on the east
+side?"
+
+"We could cut one," said Solomon John.
+
+"Yes, we could cut a door," exclaimed Agamemnon.
+
+"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 semi-detached
+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 the house, the house itself
+must keep the snow from the other side."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 dumb-waiter.
+
+"What part of the wall had we better attack?" asked Mr. Peterkin.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was alarmed.
+
+"What will Mr. Mudge, the owner of the house, think of it?" she
+exclaimed. "Have we a right to injure the wall of the house?"
+
+"It is right to preserve ourselves from starving," said Mr. Peterkin.
+"The drowning man must snatch at a straw!"
+
+"It is better that he should find his house chopped a little when the
+thaw comes," said Elizabeth Eliza, "than that he should find us lying
+about the house, dead of hunger, upon the floor."
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was partially convinced.
+
+The little boys came in to warm their hands. They had not succeeded in
+opening the side door, and were planning trying to open the door from
+the wood-house to the garden.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 onions."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The little boys were delighted with the plan, and hastened to
+find,--one, a little hatchet, and the other a gimlet. Even Amanda
+armed herself with a poker.
+
+"It would be better to begin on the ground floor," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Except that we may meet with a stone foundation," said Solomon John.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"If the wall is thinner upstairs," said Agamemnon, "it will do as well
+to cut a window as a door, and haul up anything the butcher may bring
+below in his cart."
+
+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 days and
+days of secret labor.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mrs. Peterkin, even, had come with a pair of tongs in her hand. She
+was interrupted by a voice behind her.
+
+"Here's your leg of mutton, marm!"
+
+It was the butcher. How had he got in?
+
+"Excuse me, marm, for coming in at the side door, but the back gate is
+kinder blocked up. You were making such a pounding I could not make
+anybody hear me knock at the side door."
+
+"But how did you make a path to the door?" asked Mr. Peterkin. "You
+must have been working at it a long time. It must be near noon now."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"I'm about on regular time," answered the butcher. "The town team has
+cleared out the high road, and the wind has been down the last
+half-hour. The storm is over."
+
+True enough! The Peterkins had been so busy inside the house they had
+not noticed the ceasing of the storm outside.
+
+"And we were all up an hour earlier than usual," said Mr. Peterkin,
+when the butcher left. He had not explained to the butcher why he had
+a pickaxe in his hand.
+
+"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."
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO KEEP A COW.
+
+
+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 healthy.
+
+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
+snow-storm, and the water-pipes burst, and the milk was frozen. If the
+cow-shed could open out of the wood-shed such trouble might be
+prevented.
+
+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 whooping-cough in the course of the
+winter. The little boys thought they knew how already.
+
+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."
+
+"That will be admirable," thought Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"And custards," suggested Solomon John.
+
+"And syllabub," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"And cocoa-nut cakes," exclaimed the little boys.
+
+"We don't need the milk for cocoa-nut cakes," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The little boys thought they might have a cocoa-nut tree instead of a
+cow. You could have the milk from the cocoa-nuts, and it would be
+pleasant climbing the tree, and you would not have to feed it.
+
+"Yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "we shall have to feed the cow."
+
+"Where shall we pasture her?" asked Agamemnon.
+
+"Up on the hills, up on the hills," exclaimed the little boys, "where
+there are a great many bars to take down, and huckleberry-bushes!"
+
+Mr. Peterkin had been thinking of their own little lot behind the
+house.
+
+"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 left for to-morrow, unless the
+grass grew fast enough every night."
+
+Agamemnon said it would depend upon the season. In a rainy season the
+grass would come up very fast, in a drought it might not grow at all.
+
+"I suppose," said Mrs. Peterkin, "that is the worst of having a
+cow,--there 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, opposite them, eat up in a day.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 time; a part of the time she would be chewing."
+
+The little boys thought they should like nothing better than to have
+some sticks, and keep the cow in one corner of the yard till the
+calculations were made.
+
+But Elizabeth Eliza was afraid the Bromwicks would not like it.
+
+"Of course, it would bring all the boys in the school about the place,
+and very likely they would make the cow angry."
+
+Agamemnon recalled that Mr. Bromwick once wanted to hire Mr.
+Peterkin's lot for his cow.
+
+Mr. Peterkin started up.
+
+"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 cows."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 her jumping over the fence into the
+flower-beds."
+
+Mr. Peterkin declared that he should buy a cow of the quietest kind.
+
+"I should think something might be done about covering her horns,"
+said Mrs. 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 knocking you over.
+
+The little boys would prefer having the pasture a great way off. Half
+the fun of having a cow would be going up on the hills after her.
+
+Agamemnon thought the feed was not so good on the hills.
+
+"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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 yard just as I was coming
+home of an afternoon."
+
+"That is true," said Mr. Peterkin; "we can have the door of the
+cow-house open directly into the pasture, and save the coming and
+going."
+
+The little boys were quite disappointed. The cow would miss the
+exercise, and they would lose a great pleasure.
+
+Solomon John suggested that they might sit on the fence and watch the
+cow.
+
+It was decided to keep the cow in their own pasture; and, as they were
+to put on an end kitchen, it would be perfectly easy to build a dairy.
+
+The cow proved a quiet one. She was a little excited when all the
+family stood round at the first milking, and watched her slowly
+walking into the shed.
+
+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 milk-pans,
+of every size.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But there was a little disappointment about the taste of the milk.
+
+The little boys liked it, and drank large mugs of it. Elizabeth Eliza
+said she could never learn to love milk warm from the cow, though she
+would like to do her best to patronize the cow.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was afraid Amanda did not understand about taking care
+of the milk; yet she had been down to overlook her, and she was sure
+the pans and the closet were all clean.
+
+"Suppose we send a pitcher of cream over to the lady from Philadelphia
+to try," said Elizabeth Eliza; "it will be a pretty attention before
+she goes."
+
+"It might be awkward if she didn't like it," said Solomon John.
+"Perhaps something is the matter with the grass."
+
+"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 to taste the milk.
+
+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."
+
+The lady from Philadelphia asked where the milk was kept.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"In the new dairy," answered Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"Is that in a cool place?" asked the lady from Philadelphia.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza explained it was close by the new kitchen.
+
+"Is it near the chimney?" inquired the lady from Philadelphia.
+
+"It is directly back of the chimney and the new kitchen range,"
+replied Elizabeth Eliza. "I suppose it is too hot!"
+
+"Well, well!" said Mrs. Peterkin, "that is it! Last winter the milk
+froze, and now we have gone to the other extreme! Where shall we put
+our dairy?"
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS' CHRISTMAS-TREE.
+
+
+Early in the autumn the Peterkins began to prepare for their
+Christmas-tree. Everything was done in great privacy, as it was to be
+a surprise to the neighbors, as well as to the rest of the family. Mr.
+Peterkin had been up to Mr. Bromwick's wood-lot, 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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+At length Mr. Peterkin had it cut down and brought secretly into the
+Larkins' barn. A week or two before Christmas a measurement was made
+of it with Elizabeth Eliza's yard-measure. To Mr. Peterkin's great
+dismay it was discovered that it was too high to stand in the back
+parlor.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 dizzy, and the candles would
+drip.
+
+But a brilliant idea came to Mr. Peterkin. He proposed that the
+ceiling of the parlor should be raised to make room for the top of the
+tree.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza thought the space would need to be quite large. It
+must not be like a small box, or you could not see the tree.
+
+"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 lift up a ridge across the room at the back part where
+the tree was to stand. 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 sea-sickness. She thought she should
+like it, for a rarity. She might use it for a divan.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin thought it would come in the worn place of the carpet,
+and might be a convenience in making the carpet over.
+
+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 jobs.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 rocking-chair, 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 satisfy all the
+family, and the chairs were made uniformly of the same height.
+
+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 folding-doors 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 hole in
+her floor that might be dangerous.
+
+All this delighted the little boys. They could not understand what was
+going on. Perhaps they suspected a Christmas-tree, but they did not
+know why a Christmas-tree should have so many chips, and were still
+more astonished at the hump that appeared in Elizabeth Eliza's room.
+It must be a Christmas present, or else the tree in a box.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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, and under the stairs, and in the corners of the entry.
+
+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 inside the room.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza meanwhile went into town a number of times. She wanted
+to consult Amanda as to how much ice-cream 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 padding on the ceiling for fear of accidents.
+
+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 on
+a neat box.
+
+But what were they to put upon the tree?
+
+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, according to the directions;
+but there was so little wax!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+they were for.
+
+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 sugar-plums," 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 had bumped it pretty badly, too."
+
+Mr. Peterkin wished he had taken, instead of a fir-tree, an apple-tree
+he had seen in October, full of red fruit.
+
+"But the leaves would have fallen off by this time," said Elizabeth
+Eliza.
+
+"And the apples, too," said Solomon John.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 Christmas-trees; but I knew the little boys were making the
+gilt apples; there were plenty of candles in the shops, but I knew
+Solomon John was making the candles."
+
+Mr. Peterkin thought it was quite natural.
+
+Solomon John wondered if it were too late for them to go into town
+now.
+
+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.
+Besides, they would want to try the candles to-night.
+
+Mr. Peterkin asked if the presents everybody had been preparing would
+not answer. But Elizabeth Eliza knew they would be too heavy.
+
+A gloom came over the room. There was only a flickering gleam from one
+of Solomon John's candles that he had lighted by way of trial.
+
+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 would not leave time to do anything and come back.
+
+"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
+calcium light! Solomon John's candle sputtered and went out.
+
+At this moment there was a loud knocking at the front door. The little
+boys, and the small cousins, and the uncles and aunts, and Mrs.
+Peterkin, hastened to see what was the matter.
+
+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 the small cousins were sure they had seen
+Santa Claus himself.
+
+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
+Christmas-tree, and had filled this box with all that would be needed.
+
+It was opened directly. There was every kind of gilt hanging-thing,
+from gilt pea-pods to butterflies on springs. There were shining flags
+and lanterns, and bird-cages, 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 Philadelphia
+bonbons!
+
+Elizabeth Eliza and Solomon John could scarcely keep from screaming.
+The little boys and the small cousins knocked on the folding-doors to
+ask what was the matter.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 to invite all the neighbors
+to-night, and have the tree on Christmas Eve!"
+
+And so it was that the Peterkins had their Christmas-tree the day
+before, and on Christmas night could go and visit their neighbors.
+
+
+
+
+MRS. PETERKIN'S TEA-PARTY.
+
+
+Twas important to have a tea-party, as they had all been invited by
+everybody,--the 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 but twelve cups and saucers in
+the best set.
+
+"There are seven of _us_, to begin with," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"We need not all drink tea," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"I never do," said Solomon John. The little boys never did.
+
+"And we could have coffee, too," suggested Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"That would take as many cups," objected Agamemnon.
+
+"We could use the every-day 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."
+
+"There are but six cups in the every-day set," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The little boys said there were plenty of saucers; and Mr. Peterkin
+agreed with Elizabeth Eliza that all would not come. Old Mr. Jeffers
+never went out.
+
+"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 more.
+
+"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 pound. But Mr. Peterkin
+determined on a chest of tea and a bag of coffee.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+So they decided to give the invitations to all. It might be a stormy
+evening, and some would be prevented.
+
+The lady from Philadelphia and her daughters accepted.
+
+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, and Mary Osborne an aunt, that they took the liberty to bring.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 tell their mother that
+more were coming. 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 the long sofa.
+
+All the Jefferses came, though they had sent uncertain answers. Old
+Mr. Jeffers had to be helped in, with his cane, by Mr. Peterkin.
+
+The Gibbons boys came, and would stand just outside the parlor door.
+And Juliana appeared afterward, with the two other sisters,
+unexpectedly home from the West.
+
+"Got home this morning!" they said. "And so glad to be in time to see
+everybody,--a little tired, to be sure, after forty-eight hours in a
+sleeping-car!"
+
+"Forty-eight!" repeated Mrs. Peterkin; and wondered if there were
+forty-eight people, and why they were all so glad to come, and whether
+all could sit down.
+
+Old Mr. and Mrs. Bromwick came. They thought it would not be
+neighborly to stay away. They insisted on getting into the most
+uncomfortable seats.
+
+Yet there seemed to be seats enough while the Gibbons boys preferred
+to stand. But they never could sit round a tea-table. Elizabeth Eliza
+had thought they all might have room at the table, and Solomon John
+and the little boys could help in the waiting.
+
+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 aunt,--that 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 introduced to the Bromwicks.
+
+It was delightful for the little boys. They came to Elizabeth Eliza,
+and asked:--
+
+"Can't we go and ask more? Can't we fetch the Larkins?"
+
+"Oh, dear, no!" answered Elizabeth Eliza. "I can't even count them."
+
+Mrs. Peterkin found time to meet Elizabeth Eliza in the side entry, to
+ask if there were going to be cups enough.
+
+"I have set Agamemnon in the front entry to count,"' said Elizabeth
+Eliza, putting her hand to her head.
+
+The little boys came to say that the Maberlys were coming.
+
+"The Maberlys!" exclaimed Elizabeth Eliza. "I never asked them."
+
+"It is your father's doing," cried Mrs. Peterkin. "I do believe he
+asked everybody he saw!" And she hurried back to her guests.
+
+"What if father really has asked everybody?" Elizabeth Eliza said to
+herself, pressing her head again with her hand.
+
+There were the cow and the pig. But if they all took tea or coffee, or
+both, the cups could _not_ go round.
+
+Agamemnon returned in the midst of her agony.
+
+[Illustration: MRS. PETERKIN'S TEA-PARTY.--Page 76.]
+
+He had not been able to count the guests, they moved about so, they
+talked so; and it would not look well to appear to count.
+
+"What shall we do?" exclaimed Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"We are not a family for an emergency," said Agamemnon.
+
+"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 there! Could not you
+go in and ask, just as if you wanted to know?"
+
+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 sometimes!"
+
+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
+them,--he knew they were men for emergencies.
+
+He ran up to his room, and met Solomon John coming down with chairs.
+
+"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, and they never will do!"
+
+Agamemnon kept on to his own room, to consult his books. If only he
+could invent something on the spur of the moment,--a 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 came to tell him that
+Elizabeth Eliza wanted him.
+
+The little boys had been busy thinking. They proposed that the
+tea-table, 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 they had.
+
+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 cups."
+
+And so she began to pour out, and to send round the sandwiches, and
+the tea, and the coffee. Let things go as far as they would!
+
+The little boys took the sugar and cream.
+
+"As soon as they have done drinking bring back the cups and saucers to
+be washed," she said to the Gibbons boys and the little boys.
+
+This was an idea of Mary Osborne's.
+
+But what was their surprise that the more they poured out the more
+cups they seemed to have! Elizabeth Eliza took the coffee, and Mary
+Osborne the tea. Amanda brought fresh cups from the kitchen.
+
+"I can't understand it," Elizabeth Eliza said to Amanda. "Do they come
+back to you round through the piazza? Surely there are more cups than
+there were!"
+
+Her surprise was greater when some of them proved to be coffee-cups
+that matched the set! And they never had had coffee-cups.
+
+Solomon John came in at this moment, breathless with triumph.
+
+"Solomon John!" Elizabeth Eliza exclaimed; "I cannot understand the
+cups!"
+
+"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 answered, as quick as she could."
+
+"She must have guessed," interrupted Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"That may be," said Solomon John. "But I whispered to Ann Maria
+Bromwick,--she was standing by,--and she took me straight over into
+their closet, and old Mr. Bromwick bought this set just where we
+bought ours. And they had a coffee-set, too"--
+
+"You mean where our father and mother bought them. We were not born,"
+said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"It is all the same," said Solomon John. "They match exactly."
+
+So they did, and more and more came in.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza exclaimed:--
+
+"And Agamemnon says we are not a family for emergencies!"
+
+"Ann Maria was very good about it," said Solomon John; "and quick,
+too. And old Mrs. Bromwick has kept all her set of two dozen coffee
+and tea cups!"
+
+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 now!"
+
+She thought of the cow, and she thought of the pig, and she poured on.
+
+No trouble, except about the chairs. She looked into the room; all
+seemed to be sitting down, even her mother. No, her father was
+standing, talking to Mr. 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 was talking and laughing, except those who were listening.
+
+Mr. Peterkin broke away, to bring back his cup and another for more
+coffee.
+
+"It's a great success, Elizabeth Eliza," he whispered. "The coffee is
+admirable, and plenty of cups. We asked none too many. I should not
+mind having a tea-party every week."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 to be done after tea?
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS TOO LATE FOR THE EXHIBITION.
+
+
+_Dramatis Personae._--Amanda (friend of Elizabeth Eliza), Amanda's
+mother, girls of the graduating class, Mrs. Peterkin, Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+AMANDA [_coming in with a few graduates_].
+
+Mother, the exhibition is over, and I have brought the whole class
+home to the collation.
+
+MOTHER.--The whole class! But I only expected a few.
+
+AMANDA.--The rest are coming. I brought Julie, and Clara, and Sophie
+with me. [_A voice is heard._] Here are the rest.
+
+MOTHER.--Why, no. It is Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza!
+
+AMANDA.--Too late for the exhibition. Such a shame! But in time for
+the collation.
+
+MOTHER [_to herself_].--If the ice-cream will go round.
+
+_Amanda._--But what made you so late? Did you miss the train? This is
+Elizabeth Eliza, girls,--you have heard me speak of her. What a pity
+you were too late!
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--We tried to come; we did our best.
+
+MOTHER.--Did you miss the train? Didn't you get my postal-card?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--We had nothing to do with the train.
+
+AMANDA.--You don't mean you walked?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--Oh, no, indeed!
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--We came in a horse and carryall.
+
+JULIA.--I always wondered how anybody could come in a horse!
+
+AMANDA.--You are too foolish, Julie. They came in the carryall part.
+But didn't you start in time?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--It all comes from the carryall being so hard to turn.
+I told Mr. Peterkin we should get into trouble with one of those
+carryalls that don't turn easy.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--They turn easy enough in the stable, so you can't
+tell.
+
+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
+Boston.
+
+MOTHER.--And you tipped over in turning round! Oh, what an accident!
+
+AMANDA.--And the little boys,--where are they? Are they killed?
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--The little boys are all safe. We left them at the
+Pringles', with Solomon John.
+
+MOTHER.--But what did happen?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--We started the wrong way.
+
+MOTHER.--You lost your way, after all?
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--No; we knew the way well enough.
+
+AMANDA.--It's as plain as a pikestaff!
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--No; we had the horse faced in the wrong
+direction,--toward Providence.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--And mother was afraid to have me turn, and we kept
+on and on till we should reach a wide place.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--I thought we should come to a road that would veer off
+to the right or left, and bring us back to the right direction.
+
+MOTHER.--Could not you all get out and turn the thing round?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--Why, no; if it had broken down we should not have been
+in anything, and could not have gone anywhere.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--Yes, I have always heard it was best to stay in the
+carriage, whatever happens.
+
+JULIA.--But nothing seemed to happen.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--Oh, yes; we met one man after another, and we asked
+the way to Boston.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--And all they would say was, "Turn right round,--you
+are on the road to Providence."
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--As if we could turn right round! That was just what we
+couldn't.
+
+MOTHER.--You don't mean you kept on all the way to Providence?
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--Oh, dear, no! We kept on and on, till we met a man
+with a black hand-bag,--black leather, I should say.
+
+JULIA.--He must have been a book-agent.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--I dare say he was; his bag seemed heavy. He set it on
+a stone.
+
+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 it; they bought books for the look of the thing.
+
+AMANDA.--Now, that was illiterate; he never could have graduated. I
+hope, Elizabeth Eliza, you had nothing to do with that man.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--Very likely it was not the same one.
+
+MOTHER.--Did he have a kind of pepper-and-salt suit, with one of the
+buttons worn?
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--I noticed one of the buttons was off.
+
+AMANDA.--We're off the subject. Did you buy his book?
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--He never offered us his book.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--He told us the same story,--we were going to
+Providence; if we wanted to go to Boston we must turn directly round.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--I told him I couldn't; but he took the horse's head,
+and the first thing I knew--
+
+AMANDA.--He had yanked you round!
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--I screamed; I couldn't help it!
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--I was glad when it was over!
+
+MOTHER.--Well, well; it shows the disadvantage of starting wrong.
+
+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 never got the diploma myself. I came
+near it.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--Somehow, Elizabeth Eliza never succeeded. I think
+there was partiality about the promotions.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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'
+questions.
+
+JULIA.--It's odd how the other girls always have the easiest
+questions.
+
+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.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--I'll try.
+
+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, Amanda,--the name is rather long.
+
+AMANDA.--It can't be Nebuchadnezzar, can it?--that is one of the
+longest names I know.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA. Oh, dear, no!
+
+JULIA.--Perhaps it's Cleopatra.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--It does begin with a "C,"--only he was a boy.
+
+AMANDA.--That's a pity, for it might be "We are seven," only that is a
+girl. Some of them were boys.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--It begins about a boy--if I could only think where
+he was. I can't remember.
+
+AMANDA.--Perhaps he "stood upon the burning deck"?
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--That's just it; I knew he stood somewhere.
+
+AMANDA.--Casabianca! Now begin--go ahead.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--
+
+    "The boy stood on the burning deck,
+      When--when"--
+
+I can't think who stood there with him.
+
+JULIA.--If the deck was burning, it must have been on fire. I guess
+the rest ran away, or jumped into boats.
+
+AMANDA.--That's just it:--
+
+    "Whence all but him had fled."
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--I think I can say it now.
+
+    "The boy stood on the burning deck,
+      Whence all but him had fled"--
+
+[_She hesitates._] Then I think he went--
+
+JULIA.--Of course, he fled after the rest.
+
+AMANDA.--Dear, no! That's the point. He didn't.
+
+    "The flames rolled on, he would not go
+      Without his father's word."
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--Oh, yes. Now I can say it.
+
+    "The boy stood on the burning deck,
+      Whence all but him had fled;
+    The flames rolled on, he would not go
+      Without his father's word."
+
+But it used to rhyme. I don't know what has happened to it.
+
+MRS. PETERKIN.--Elizabeth Eliza is very particular about the rhymes.
+
+ELIZABETH ELIZA.--It must be "without his father's _head_," or,
+perhaps, "without his father _said_" he should.
+
+JULIA.--I think you must have omitted something.
+
+AMANDA.--She has left out ever so much!
+
+MOTHER.--Perhaps it's as well to omit some, for the ice-cream has
+come, and you must all come down.
+
+AMANDA.--And here are the rest of the girls; and let us all unite in a
+song!
+
+[_Exeunt omnes singing._]
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS CELEBRATE THE FOURTH OF JULY.
+
+
+The day began early.
+
+A compact had been made with the little boys the evening before.
+
+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 the family were downstairs.
+
+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 half-past three o'clock,
+a terrible blast of the horns aroused the whole family.
+
+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 not well, and her doctor had prescribed quiet.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And the number of the horns was most remarkable! It was as though
+every cow in the place had arisen and was blowing through both her own
+horns!
+
+"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 put himself to sleep. Alas! the counting could not put him to sleep
+now, in such a din.
+
+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 not Elizabeth Eliza stop them?
+
+And certainly it was long before sunrise; there was no dawn to be
+seen!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"We will not try this plan again," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"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 bed the night
+before. This accounted for the number of horns.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 pillow-fight, that kept the family below partially awake
+until the bells and cannon made known the dawning of the glorious
+day,--the sunrise, or "the rising of the sons," as Mr. Peterkin
+jocosely called it when they heard the little boys and their friends
+clattering down the stairs to begin the outside festivities.
+
+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 "flag-root," 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
+sick-headache, or whether it was all the noise, and she was just
+deciding it was the sick-headache, but was falling into a light
+slumber, when the fresh noise outside began.
+
+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 Chinese crackers also.
+
+And, in despair of sleep, the family came down to breakfast.
+
+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 sugar-plums she was sure
+some of the children would swallow them, and explode before anybody
+knew it.
+
+She was very timid about other things. She was not sure even about
+pea-nuts. Everybody exclaimed over this: "Surely there was no danger
+in pea-nuts!" 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 pea-nut stands, where they had machines
+to roast the pea-nuts. She did not think it was safe. They might go
+off any time, in the midst of a crowd of people, too!
+
+Mr. Peterkin thought there actually was no danger, and he should be
+sorry to give up the pea-nut. 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.
+
+Agamemnon thought it a simple joy.
+
+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
+noise,--only she did not want any gunpowder brought into the house.
+
+The little boys had begun by firing some torpedoes a few days
+beforehand, that their mother might be used to the sound, and had
+selected their horns some weeks before.
+
+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 are,--saltpetre,
+charcoal, and sulphur. Charcoal, he discovered, they had in the
+wood-house; 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 materials had never yet exploded in the
+house, and she was quieted.
+
+Agamemnon, meanwhile, remembered a recipe he had read somewhere for
+making a "fulminating paste" of iron-filings and powder of brimstone.
+He had written it down on a piece of paper in his pocket-book. But the
+iron filings must be finely powdered. This they began upon a day or
+two before, and the very afternoon before laid out some of the paste
+on the piazza.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Pin-wheels and rockets were contributed by Mr. Peterkin for the
+evening. According to a programme drawn up by Agamemnon and Solomon
+John, the reading of the Declaration of Independence was to take place
+in the morning, on the piazza, under the flags.
+
+The Bromwicks brought over their flag to hang over the door.
+
+"That is what the lady from Philadelphia meant," explained Elizabeth
+Eliza.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 of--when, in the course of--when, in the course
+of human--when in the course of human events--when, in the course of
+human events, it becomes--when, in the course of human events, it
+becomes necessary--when, 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.
+
+And now the noon bells rang and the noon bells ceased.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 saltpetre, for the fireworks!
+
+Well, they had a pig; so she took a ham, and the boys had bought
+tamarinds and buns and a cocoa-nut. So the company stayed on, and when
+the Antiques and Horribles passed again they were treated to pea-nuts
+and lemonade.
+
+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 alley-ways
+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 went up, but you
+were never sure where they came down.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And then came a fresh tumult! All the fire-engines in town rushed
+toward them, clanging with bells, men and boys yelling! They were out
+for a practice, and for a Fourth-of-July show.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin thought the house was on fire, and so did some of the
+guests. 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 looking-glasses 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 looking-glasses. But she met with a
+difficulty,--there 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 thrown out.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 much celebrated.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Elizabeth Eliza's kettles and pans had come down through the windows
+with a crash, that had only added to the festivities, the little boys
+thought.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 sweet-marjoram pots, tin cans filled with
+crackers which were lighted, went off with great explosions.
+
+At the most exciting moment, near the close of the reading, Agamemnon,
+with an expression of terror, pulled Solomon John aside.
+
+"I have suddenly remembered where I read about the 'fulminating paste'
+we made. 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 fulminating paste?_"
+
+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 mother had taken
+potash for a medicine.
+
+He still held the parcel as he read from Agamemnon's book: "This
+paste, when it has lain together about twenty-six hours, will _of
+itself_ take fire, and burn all the sulphur away with a blue flame and
+a bad smell."
+
+"Where is the paste?" repeated Solomon John, in terror.
+
+"We made it just twenty-six hours ago," said Agamemnon.
+
+"We put it on the piazza," exclaimed Solomon John, rapidly recalling
+the facts, "and it is in front of our mother's feet!"
+
+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 flame directly in front of
+Mrs. Peterkin!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 lilac-bush by the side of
+the piazza. She scarcely dared to open her eyes to see the scattered
+limbs about her.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+It was so with all. Even Ann Maria Bromwick clutched a pillar of the
+piazza, with closed eyes.
+
+At length Mr. Peterkin said, calmly, "Is anybody killed?"
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+No greater accident had occurred than the singeing of the tip of
+Solomon John's nose. But there was an unpleasant and terrible odor
+from the "fulminating paste."
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was extricated from the lilac-bush. No one knew how she
+got there. 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 all felt
+he had done enough.
+
+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 spoonful of potash.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS' PICNIC.
+
+
+There was some doubt about the weather. Solomon John looked at the
+"Probabilities"; there were to be "areas of rain" in the New England
+States.
+
+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
+met Ann Maria Bromwick, who was to go, much surprised not to find them
+ready.
+
+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 arrived, and so Mr. Peterkin had the horse put into the
+carryall.
+
+A basket had been kept on the back piazza for some days, where anybody
+could put anything that would be needed for the picnic as soon as it
+was thought of. 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 could
+all come back.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 fishing-poles; 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 new india-rubber boots, bought for the occasion.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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! Elizabeth Eliza forgot her
+water-proof, and had to go back for her veil, and Mr. Peterkin came
+near forgetting his umbrella.
+
+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 dinner,--and there was the
+butcher's cart! But now they must think of everything.
+
+At last she was put into the carryall, and Mr. Peterkin in front to
+drive. Twice they started, and twice they found something was left
+behind,--the 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 shrieked, "The basket of things was left
+behind!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 started off and went down the street without him!
+
+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 Bromwicks drove out of their yard, in their buggy, and took him
+in.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The consultation went on. Should they go to Cherry Swamp, or Lonetown
+Hill? You had the view if you went to Lonetown Hill, but maybe the
+drive to Cherry Swamp was prettier.
+
+Somebody suggested asking the lady from Philadelphia, as the picnic
+was got up for her.
+
+But where was she?
+
+"I declare," said Mr. Peterkin, "I forgot to stop for her!" The whole
+picnic there, and no lady from Philadelphia!
+
+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 noticed, and the wagon had followed on behind.
+
+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 not better give it all up?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 her
+daughters, for there was a driver in the wagon besides Solomon John.
+
+Ann Maria Bromwick said it was so late by this time they might as well
+stop and have the picnic on the Common! But the question was put
+again, Where should they go?
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The lady from Philadelphia decided for Strawberry Nook,--it sounded
+inviting. 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 mistake,--to have a party for a person, and then go
+without her; but she knew they would forget something! She wished they
+had not called it their picnic.
+
+There was another bother! Mr. Peterkin stopped. "Was anything broke?"
+exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin. "Was something forgotten?" asked the lady
+from Philadelphia.
+
+No! But Mr. Peterkin didn't know the way; and here he was leading all
+the party, and a long row of carriages following.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+They all 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 direction, but they could bring the party round to it
+through the meadows.
+
+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
+on 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 everything up to the rocks. The large basket of "things" was
+very heavy. 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 Mr.
+Peterkin, and old Mr. Bromwick, it was got up the hill.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 table-cloth
+was spread,--for they did bring a table-cloth,--and 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 door-step. 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 against a rock.
+Mrs. Peterkin wondered if she forgot she had been forgotten.
+
+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 grass-opera!"
+
+Elizabeth Eliza said she knew a conundrum, a very funny one, one of
+her friends in Boston had told her. It was, "Why is----" It began,
+"Why is something like----"--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. Everybody started up, though no cloud was to be
+seen.
+
+There was a great looking for umbrellas and waterproofs. Then it
+appeared that Elizabeth Eliza had left hers, after all, though she had
+gone back for it twice. Mr. Peterkin knew he had not forgotten his
+umbrella, because he had put the whole umbrella-stand into the wagon,
+and it had been brought up the hill, but it proved to hold only the
+family canes!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There was a great cry for the "emergency basket," that had not been
+opened yet. 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 backgammon-board. "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 pea-nuts, put in by the
+little boys, and Elizabeth Eliza's book of poetry, and a change of
+boots for Mr. Peterkin; a small foot-rug in case the ground should be
+damp; some paint-boxes of the little boys'; a box of fish-hooks for
+Solomon John; an ink-bottle, carefully done up in a great deal of
+newspaper, which was fortunate, as the ink was oozing out; some old
+magazines, and a blacking-bottle; and at the bottom a sun-dial. 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 Tremletts
+went down to the carriages.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The sun was shining brighter than ever, and Ann Maria insisted on
+setting up the sun-dial. 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 sun-dial 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.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS' CHARADES.
+
+
+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 water-trough needed on the town common, and
+the ladies of the place thought it ought to be something
+handsome,--something more than a common trough,--and 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 saved
+trouble.
+
+Still, how could they ask advice before they themselves knew what they
+wanted? 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
+water-trough, and then this idea of getting some money for it. So she
+began with writing to the lady from Philadelphia. The little boys
+believed she spent enough for it in postage-stamps before it all came
+out.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+water-trough,--tickets 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
+anything to frighten her mother. She had one word suggested by the
+lady from Philadelphia in her letters,--the one that had "Turk" in
+it,--but they ought to have two words.
+
+"Oh, yes," Ann Maria said, "you must have two words; if the people
+paid for their tickets they would want to get their money's worth."
+
+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
+water-taxes for "dues," and then have the little boys for Hindoos.
+
+A great many other words were talked of, but nothing seemed to suit.
+There was a curtain, too, to be thought of, because the folding-doors
+stuck when you tried to open and shut them. Agamemnon said that the
+Pan-Elocutionists had a curtain they would probably lend John Osborne,
+and so it was decided to ask John Osborne to help.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 things,--such odd caps
+and remarkable bonnets! Solomon John said they ought to have plenty of
+bandboxes; if you only had bandboxes enough a charade was sure to go
+off well; he had seen charades in Boston. Mrs. Peterkin said there
+were plenty in their attic, and the little boys brought down piles of
+them, and the back parlor was filled with costumes.
+
+Ann Maria said she could bring over more things if she only knew what
+they were going to act. Elizabeth Eliza told her to bring anything she
+had,--it would all come of use.
+
+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 Pan-Elocutionists 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 each!"
+
+"Seventy tickets sold!" exclaimed Agamemnon.
+
+"Seven dollars for the water-trough!" said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"And we do not know yet what we are going to act!" exclaimed Ann
+Maria.
+
+But everybody's attention had to be given to the scene that was going
+up in the background, borrowed from the Pan-Elocutionists. It was
+magnificent, and represented a forest.
+
+"Where are we going to put seventy people?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin,
+venturing, dismayed, into the heaps of shavings, and boards, and
+litter.
+
+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 assembled.
+
+"What are we going to act?" asked Ann Maria.
+
+"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 up rapidly.
+
+"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 word."
+
+"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!" exclaimed one of the little boys, coming in.
+"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 their 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 let Julia Fitch come where she can see," said another voice.
+
+"And we have not any words for them to hear or see!" exclaimed John
+Osborne, behind the curtain.
+
+"Oh, I wish we'd never determined to have charades!" exclaimed
+Elizabeth Eliza. "Can't we return the money?"
+
+"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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+John Osborne agreed to go in the first, hunting the "hin," or
+anything, and one of the little boys took the part of the hen, with
+the help of a feather duster. The bell rang, and the first scene
+began.
+
+It was a great success. John Osborne's Irish was perfect. Nobody
+guessed the word, for the hen crowed by mistake; but it received great
+applause.
+
+Mr. Peterkin came on in the second scene to receive the water-rates,
+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 be the effect intended, and it was loudly cheered.
+
+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 blankets and turbans.
+
+"I am thankful that is over," said Elizabeth Eliza, "for now we can
+act my word. Only I don't myself know the whole."
+
+"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 pea-nuts about, and scoffing at the master.
+
+"They'll guess that to be 'row,'" said John Osborne, in despair;
+"they'll never guess 'P'!"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+The next scene was gorgeous. Solomon John, as a Turk, reclined on John
+Osborne's army-blanket. He had on a turban, and a long beard, and all
+the family shawls. Ann Maria and Elizabeth Eliza were brought in to
+him, veiled, by the little boys in their Hindoo costumes.
+
+This was considered the great scene of the evening, though Elizabeth
+Eliza was sure she did not know what to do,--whether 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 Ann Maria
+fainted, and the scene closed.
+
+"What are we to do now?" asked John Osborne, warming up to the
+occasion.
+
+"We must have an 'inn' scene," said Elizabeth Eliza, consulting her
+letter; "two inns, if we can."
+
+"We will have some travellers disgusted with one inn, and going to
+another," said John Osborne.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"Now is the time for the bandboxes," said Solomon John, who, since his
+Turk scene was over, could give his attention to the rest of the
+charade.
+
+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, hand-bags, umbrellas, and
+bandboxes. Bandbox after bandbox appeared, and when Agamemnon sat down
+upon his the applause was immense. At last the curtain fell.
+
+"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 the letter.
+
+"Listen, they are guessing," said John Osborne. "'_D-ice-box._' 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 know it ourselves?"
+
+"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 front of all, half kneeling, were the little boys, in their
+india-rubber boots.
+
+The audience rose to an exclamation of delight, "The Peterkins!"
+"P-Turk-Inns!"
+
+It was not until this moment that Elizabeth Eliza guessed the whole.
+
+"What a tableau!" exclaimed Mr. Bromwick; "the Peterkin family
+guessing their own charade."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS ARE OBLIGED TO MOVE.
+
+
+Agamemnon had long felt it an impropriety to live in a house that was
+called a "semi-detached" house, when there was no other "semi" to it.
+It had always remained wholly detached, as the owner had never built
+the other half. Mrs. Peterkin felt this was not a sufficient reason
+for undertaking the terrible process of a move to another house, when
+they were fully satisfied with the one they were in.
+
+But a more powerful reason forced them to go. The track of a new
+railroad had to be carried directly through the place, and a station
+was to be built on that very spot.
+
+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 of the direction.
+
+But when the track was actually laid by the side of the house, and the
+steam-engine of the construction train puffed and screamed under the
+dining-room windows, and the engineer calmly looked in to see what the
+family had for dinner, she felt, indeed, that they must move.
+
+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
+tan-pit; another was too much in the middle of the town, next door to
+a machine-shop. 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 there was more danger of burglars with so
+many doors. Agamemnon wanted an observatory, and Solomon John a shed
+for a workshop. If he could have carpenters' tools and a workbench he
+could build an observatory, if it were wanted.
+
+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 doors,--too 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 consoled 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 every day.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And everybody was glad a selection was made, and the little boys
+carried their india-rubber boots the very first afternoon.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+[Illustration: THE PETERKINS ARE MOVED.--Page 126.]
+
+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 dining-room 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
+dining-room furniture should be moved the third day, by which time one
+of the old parlor carpets would be down in the new dining-room, 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." And Agamemnon made a copy of the
+programme for each member of the family.
+
+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 her father, Agamemnon, and Solomon John,
+to decide upon them.
+
+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 if they could have
+read it if they had looked at it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mr. Peterkin had ordered the carters to come; but he had no idea they
+would come so early, and supposed it would take them a long time to
+fill the carts.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+But they had taken the dining-room sideboard first,--a heavy piece of
+furniture,--and all its contents were now on the dining-room 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 the
+end of a sofa.
+
+"It would have been better to buy the red and blue carpet," said
+Solomon John.
+
+"Is not the carpet bought?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin. And then they
+were obliged to confess they had been unable to decide upon one, and
+had come back to consult Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"What shall we do?" asked Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+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. Peterkin offered a helping hand to a
+man lifting a wardrobe.
+
+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 doubt; but they had supposed
+they might prefer one from Boston.
+
+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. Peterkin's "quiet hour"? Elizabeth Eliza was frantic; the
+dining-room 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 their offers, and the rest
+should get something to eat at the baker's.
+
+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, and across the piazza,
+and to the door. But it was locked, and she had no keys!
+
+"Agamemnon, did you bring the keys?" she exclaimed.
+
+No, he had not seen them since the morning,--when--ah!--yes, the
+little boys were allowed to go to the house for their india-rubber
+boots, as there was a threatening of rain. Perhaps they had left some
+door unfastened--perhaps they had put the keys under the door-mat. No,
+each door, each window, was solidly closed, and there was no mat!
+
+"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 lunch to school, and
+not come home at noon.
+
+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 with, had come down from
+the attic, and stood against the front door.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 carpet-woman 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 carpet-woman went off in dudgeon,
+for she was sure there would not be time enough to do anything.
+
+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 dining-room, 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 upstairs.
+
+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 oil-cloth. 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 oil-cloth and carrying it off 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 dining-room 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 dining-room china.
+
+They were up in the attic, they were down in the cellar. Even one
+suggested to take the tacks out of the parlor carpets, as they should
+want to take them next. Mrs. Peterkin sunk upon a kitchen chair.
+
+"Oh, I wish we had decided to stay and be moved in the house!" she
+exclaimed.
+
+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, "There is nothing left," and meekly consented to be led
+away.
+
+They reached the new house to find Mr. Peterkin sitting calmly in a
+rocking chair 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 horse-chestnut 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 table,--there
+was nothing to lay upon it; for the knives and plates and spoons had
+not come, and although the tables were there they were covered with
+chairs and boxes.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 moved! we are moved!"
+
+Mrs. Peterkin looked sadly round; the kitchen utensils were lying on
+the parlor lounge, and an old family gun on Elizabeth Eliza's hat-box.
+The parlor clock stood on a barrel; some coal-scuttles had been placed
+on the parlor table, a bust of Washington stood in the door-way, and
+the looking-glasses leaned against the pillars of the piazza. But they
+were moved! Mrs. Peterkin felt, indeed, that they were very much
+moved.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS DECIDE TO LEARN THE LANGUAGES.
+
+
+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
+course they would then have more time.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza recalled the troubles of the old house; how for a long
+time she was obliged to sit outside of the window upon the piazza,
+when she wanted to play on her piano.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin reminded them of the difficulty about the table-cloths.
+The upper table-cloth was kept in a trunk that had to stand in front
+of the door to the closet under the stairs. But the under table-cloth
+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 closet-door (as the under table-cloth
+must be taken out first), then the trunk was pushed back to make room
+for it to be opened for the upper table-cloth, and, after all, it was
+necessary to push the trunk away again to open the closet-door for the
+knife-tray. This always consumed a great deal of time.
+
+Now that the china-closet was large enough, everything could find a
+place in it.
+
+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 it downstairs, or else it
+was the other way."
+
+Of course, now there were more conveniences for study. With the books
+all in one room there would be no time wasted in looking for them.
+
+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 himself master all the Eastern
+languages and Russian.
+
+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 across the Atlantic, and she
+was sure it did not look like it now.
+
+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 little on the way out and in.
+
+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 branch out into the other languages afterward.
+
+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
+side-stands. 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
+was afraid it would be like the Tower of Babel, and hoped it was all
+right.
+
+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, because he could
+not even tell him what he wanted.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza thought a great deal might be done by signs and
+pantomime. 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 as well to wait and cultivate the languages.
+
+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 lessons, and not lunch.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was not sure but she ought to prepare a lunch for them,
+if they had come all that way; but she certainly did not know what
+they were accustomed to eat.
+
+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 beer-soup 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
+cheered by the odor.
+
+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
+"brand-new 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 card-case, 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 there was no new teacher of that
+language lately arrived.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 mistake to
+have invited the Turk!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 could not be
+put together, and more crowd collected!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+behind did not utter a word.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 the
+Frenchman and Russian apart.
+
+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 polite.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Elizabeth Eliza, meanwhile, was trying her grammar phrases with the
+Parisian. 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._" "_As-tu 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
+_dejeuner_,--that means breakfast!"
+
+"They have not had their breakfast!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, looking
+at her Spaniard; "he does look hungry! What shall we do?"
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 the Parisian?
+
+"We must give them something to eat," said Mr. Peterkin, in a low
+tone. "It would calm them."
+
+"If I only knew what they were used to eating," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+Solomon John suggested that none of them knew what the others were
+used to eating, and they might bring in anything.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin hastened out with hospitable intents. Amanda could make
+good coffee. Mr. Peterkin had suggested some American dish. Solomon
+John sent a little boy for some olives.
+
+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
+tongue, and fluently. Mrs. 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 Americaines_."
+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 the
+_dejeuner_. Yes, gladly would they give lessons. The Turk smiled at
+the idea. The first step was taken. The teachers knew they were
+expected to teach.
+
+
+
+
+MODERN IMPROVEMENTS AT THE PETERKINS'.
+
+
+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
+education.
+
+Solomon John was almost determined to become a doctor. From earliest
+childhood he had practised 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 making
+calls.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 convenient to
+have a sign of "Not a Night Doctor."
+
+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
+well,--not too well to do without a doctor, but needing his recipes.
+
+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 patent locks.
+
+But his plan was more simple. It was this: that all keys should be
+made alike! 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
+medium-sized 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
+lose!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mrs. Peterkin thought it would be inconvenient if their father were
+out, and she wanted to open the jam-closet for the little boys. But
+Agamemnon explained that he did not mean there should be but one key
+in the family, or an a town,--you might have as many as you pleased,
+only they should all be alike.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Elizabeth Eliza felt it would be a great convenience,--they 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, and at last, one morning,
+they went into town to visit a patent-agent.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza took the occasion to make a call upon the lady from
+Philadelphia, but she came back hurriedly to her mother.
+
+"I have had a delightful call," she said; "but--perhaps I was wrong--I
+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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 might come in if the
+keys were the same."
+
+"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 Christmas-time,--and their
+presents in it!"
+
+"And I am not sure that I could trust Amanda," said Mrs. Peterkin,
+considering.
+
+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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 water-pipes 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 the house.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+There was an old well, with a picturesque well-sweep, in a corner by
+the barn. 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 feather-bed, for safety, and the old well was
+a favorite place of amusement.
+
+The house, it had proved, was well furnished with bath-rooms, and
+"set-waters" everywhere. Water-pipes and gas-pipes all over the house;
+and a hack-, telegraph-, and fire-alarm, with a little knob for each.
+
+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 some to the original knobs. Mrs. 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. Peterkin, however, was pleased
+with the idea. Solomon John was out, and the little boys were at
+school, and she herself would touch the knob, while Elizabeth Eliza
+should write the telegram.
+
+"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.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"But which is the end, and which is the beginning,--the top or the
+bottom?" Mrs. Peterkin asked hopelessly.
+
+Still she bravely selected a knob, and Elizabeth Eliza hastened with
+her to look out for the messenger. How soon should they see the
+telegraph boy?
+
+They seemed to have scarcely reached the window, when a terrible noise
+was heard, and down the shady street the white horses of the
+fire-brigade were seen rushing at a fatal speed!
+
+It was a terrific moment!
+
+"I have touched the fire-alarm," Mrs. Peterkin exclaimed.
+
+Both rushed to open the front door in agony. By this time the
+fire-engines were approaching.
+
+"Do not be alarmed," said the chief engineer; "the furniture shall be
+carefully covered, and we will move all that is necessary."
+
+"Move again!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, in agony.
+
+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."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+And he ran upstairs, for the engines were beginning to play upon the
+roof.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin rushed to the knobs again hurriedly; there was more
+necessity for summoning Mr. Peterkin home.
+
+"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 trying to make them out."
+
+"What has come now?" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, and they hurried again
+to the window, to see a row of carriages coming down the street.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"I must have touched the carriage-knob," cried Mrs. Peterkin, "and I
+pushed it half-a-dozen times I felt so anxious!"
+
+Six hacks stood before the door. All the village boys were assembling.
+Even their own little boys had returned from school, and were showing
+the firemen the way to the well.
+
+Again Mrs. Peterkin rushed to the knobs, and a fearful sound arose.
+She had touched the burglar-alarm!
+
+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 of watchmen's rattles, hidden under the eaves of the piazza.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+All these were now set a-going, 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 water pouring all over the house."
+
+Elizabeth Eliza waved her telegram in the air.
+
+"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 might fill the carriages with smaller things."
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was ready to fall into hysterics. She controlled herself
+with a supreme power, and hastened to touch another knob.
+
+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!
+
+[Illustration]
+
+She went out to meet the boy, when, to her joy, she saw behind him her
+father and Agamemnon. She clutched her telegram, and hurried toward
+them.
+
+Mr. Peterkin was bewildered. Was the house on fire? If so, where were
+the flames?
+
+He saw the row of carriages. Was there a funeral, or a wedding? Who
+was dead? Who was to be married?
+
+He seized the telegram that Elizabeth Eliza reached to him, and read
+it aloud.
+
+"Come to us directly--the house is NOT on fire!"
+
+The chief engineer was standing on the steps.
+
+"The house not on fire!" he exclaimed. "What are we all summoned for?"
+
+"It is a mistake," cried Elizabeth Eliza, wringing her hands. "We
+touched the wrong knob; we wanted the telegraph boy!"
+
+"We touched all the wrong knobs," exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, from the
+house.
+
+The chief engineer turned directly to give counter-directions, with a
+few exclamations of disgust, as the bells of distant fire-engines were
+heard approaching.
+
+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 dark-colored leaves, were trodden down by the
+feet of the crowd that had assembled.
+
+The chief engineer grew more and more indignant, as he sent his men to
+order back the fire-engines from the neighboring towns. The collection
+of boys followed the procession as it went away. The fire-brigade
+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 town.
+
+"We saw all the patent-agents," answered Mr. Peterkin, in a hollow
+whisper. "Not one of them will touch the patent, or have anything to
+do with it."
+
+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.
+
+
+
+
+AGAMEMNON'S CAREER.
+
+
+There had apparently been some mistake in Agamemnon's education. He
+had been to a number of colleges, indeed, but he had never completed
+his course in any one. 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 it? It might turn out awful
+hard!"
+
+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
+books.
+
+And so it was in his colleges; he was always to be found in the
+library, reading and reading. But they were always the wrong books.
+
+For instance: the class were required to prepare themselves on the
+Spartan war. 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 came. In
+consequence he was requested to leave.
+
+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
+had only asked something else! But they always hit upon the very
+things he had not studied up.
+
+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 you so many questions; they would
+have told you something."
+
+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 wood-pile 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 beacon-lights 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
+now taking it up in the midst of his French course. He fancied, even,
+that some future Plutarch was growing up in Lynn, perhaps, who would
+write of this night of suffering, and glorify its heroes.
+
+For himself he took a severe cold and suffered from chilblains, in
+consequence of going back and forward through the snow, carrying the
+wood.
+
+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 months.
+
+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 half-past 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 have been obliged to go to
+the expense of candles.
+
+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
+gave it up.
+
+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 embraced all knowledge, and have experienced much of it.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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
+master-minds, so that he was drawn aside from his regular study.
+
+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 buy all the different
+Encyclopaedias that appeared. 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 leaving he had sold out
+favorably to other occupants.
+
+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 homoeopathic, or whether he could not better invent
+his own pills. And he could not understand how to obtain his doctor's
+degree.
+
+For a few weeks he acted as clerk in a druggist's store. But he could
+serve only in the tooth-brush 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 dismissed for
+treating the little boys too frequently to soda.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 blurred over.
+
+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 walking-club. 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 instructive, such as putting on
+and taking off their india-rubber boots.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 take up the Latin grammar; and she could give lessons in French.
+
+The little boys were enchanted with the plan, only they did not want
+to have the study-hours 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 table,--the material of which it was
+made, and where it came from. In the study of the letter A, Agamemnon
+had embraced the study of music, and from one meal they might gain
+instruction enough for a day.
+
+"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 would therefore have to begin with A.
+
+"That would not be impossible," said Mr. Peterkin. "There is Amanda,
+who will wait on table, to start with"--
+
+"We could have 'am-and-eggs," 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 examination papers, and find their answers
+as they could. They could still apply to the Encyclopaedia, even if it
+were not in Agamemnon's alphabetical course.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mr. Peterkin suggested a great variety. One day they would study the
+botany of the breakfast-table; another day, its natural history. The
+study of butter would include that of the cow. Even that of the
+butter-dish would bring in geology. The little boys were charmed at
+the idea of learning pottery from the cream-jug, and they were
+promised a potter's wheel directly.
+
+"You see, my dear," said Mr. Peterkin to his wife, "before many weeks
+we shall be drinking our milk from jugs made by our children."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Elizabeth Eliza hoped for a thorough study.
+
+"Yes," said Mr. Peterkin, "we might begin with botany. That would be
+near to Agamemnon alphabetically. We ought to find out the botany of
+butter. On what does the cow feed?"
+
+The little boys were eager to go out and see.
+
+"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 the cow.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin sighed, and decided she would order a simple breakfast.
+The little boys took their note-books 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 had been difficult to count
+them, and nobody was very sure how many there were.
+
+There they sat, however, on the fence, looking at the cow. She looked
+at them with large eyes.
+
+"She won't eat," they cried, "while we are looking at her!"
+
+So they turned about, and pretended to look into the street, and
+seated themselves that way, turning their heads back, from time to
+time, to see the cow.
+
+"Now she is nibbling a clover."
+
+"No, that is a bit of sorrel."
+
+"It's a whole handful of grass."
+
+"What kind of grass?" they exclaimed.
+
+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 prevent
+the cow from jumping into the garden or street.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Suddenly, looking out into the hazy twilight, Elizabeth Eliza saw six
+legs and six india-rubber boots in the air, and the little boys
+disappeared!
+
+"They are tossed by the cow! The little boys are tossed by the cow!"
+
+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
+supreme effort, and sent them out to the rescue.
+
+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 wood-shed and cow-shed, the little boys might be
+gored through and through!
+
+Elizabeth Eliza ran to the neighbors, Solomon John to the druggist's
+for plasters, while Agamemnon made his way through the dining-room to
+the wood-shed and outer-shed door. Mr. Peterkin mounted the outside of
+the fence, while Mrs. Peterkin begged him not to put himself in
+danger. He climbed high enough to view the scene. He held to the
+corner post and reported what he saw.
+
+They were not gored. The cow was at the other end of the lot. One of
+the little boys was lying in a bunch of dark leaves. He was moving.
+
+The cow glared, but did not stir. Another little boy was pulling his
+india-rubber boots out of the mud. The cow still looked at him.
+
+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 shed door. 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 of their mother!
+
+"This is too dangerous a form of education," she cried; "I had rather
+they went to school."
+
+"No!" they bravely cried. They were still willing to try the other
+way.
+
+
+
+
+THE EDUCATIONAL BREAKFAST.
+
+
+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 was
+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 curtain-cords, and Solomon John frequently
+amused himself by pulling one of the little boys up or letting him
+down.
+
+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 questions,--the 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 you can't understand them when they
+do tell them!"
+
+"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 times. It would be so useful if they would tell."
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mrs. Peterkin thought this was carried too far in the horse-cars 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 breakfast on educational principles.
+
+A breakfast indeed, when it appeared! Mrs. Peterkin had mistaken the
+alphabetical suggestion, and had grasped the idea that the whole
+alphabet must be represented in one breakfast.
+
+This, therefore, was the bill of fare: Apple-sauce, Bread, Butter,
+Coffee, Cream, Doughnuts, Eggs, Fish-balls, Griddles, Ham, Ice (on
+butter), Jam, Krout (sour), Lamb-chops, Morning Newspapers, Oatmeal,
+Pepper, Quince-marmalade, Rolls, Salt, Tea Urn, Veal-pie, Waffles,
+Yeast-biscuit.
+
+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
+X-cellent 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 breakfast; what a zest,
+indeed, it would give to the study of their letters!
+
+It was decided to begin with Apple-sauce.
+
+"How happy," exclaimed Mr. Peterkin, "that this should come first of
+all! A child might be brought up on apple-sauce till he had mastered
+the first letter of the alphabet, and could go on to the more involved
+subjects hidden in bread, butter, baked beans, etc."
+
+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 was afraid of the arrows. Mr. Peterkin proposed they should
+begin by eating the apple-sauce, 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 sitting-room 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 the whole day to stew them,
+and then you might as well set them on again.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Mr. Peterkin was glad to be reminded of the old place at
+grandfather's. In order to know thoroughly about apples they ought to
+understand the making of cider. 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 breakfast?
+
+"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 cider-mill. In this way they could widen the field of study, even
+to follow in time the cup of coffee to Java.
+
+It was suggested, too, that at grandfather's they might study the
+processes of maple syrup as involved in the griddle-cakes.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Agamemnon pointed out the connection between the two subjects: they
+were both the products of trees,--the apple-tree and the maple. Mr.
+Peterkin proposed that the lesson for the day should be considered the
+study of trees, and on the way they could look at other trees.
+
+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.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin could put up the remains of the breakfast for luncheon.
+
+But how should they go? The carryall, in spite of its name, could
+hardly take the whole family, though they might squeeze in six, as the
+little boys did not take up much room.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza suggested that she could spend the night at
+grandfather's. 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.
+
+Why not "Ride and Tie"?
+
+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 stopping-place.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Then came up another question,--of Elizabeth Eliza's trunk. If she
+stayed a few days she would need to carry something. It might be hot,
+and it might be cold. Just as soon as she carried her thin things she
+would need her heaviest wraps. You never could depend upon the
+weather. Even "Probabilities" got you no farther than to-day.
+
+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 griddle-cakes, or M for maple-syrup, or
+T for tree. She would take as many as she could make room for. She put
+up her work-box and two extra work-baskets, 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 over-full; 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
+it, and, leaning over, found she could lock it! Yes, it was really
+locked.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 hold of the key
+in the right way to turn it back.
+
+She tried to pull her dress away. No, it was caught too firmly. She
+called for help to her mother or Amanda, to come and open the trunk.
+But her door was shut. 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 travelling dress, 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 listened, she heard the sound of wheels.
+
+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 nothing 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 so,--that 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 two-mile 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, and she might not be
+missed till they should reach her grandfather's!
+
+Horrible thought! She would be left here alone all day. The expressman
+would come, but the expressman would go, for he would not be able to
+get into the house!
+
+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 side-scenes how the bride had laughingly stepped into the
+trunk. But the trunk then was only a make-believe of some boards in
+front of a sofa, and this was a stern reality.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 trunk toward the door. In vain. All was still.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 carriage,--a basket of lunch, a change of shoes for Mr.
+Peterkin, some extra wraps,--everything that 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 with her."
+
+But they did not come up with Elizabeth Eliza. At the turn beyond the
+village they found an envelope stuck 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 oak-tree 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
+stopping-place 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 nap
+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 walk,
+with a perplexing question:--
+
+"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 have expected that she--Mrs. Peterkin--would walk on to the
+next stopping-place!"
+
+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 her knitting
+cheerfully. It was a little joggly in the carriage, she had already
+found, for the horse was restless from the flies, and she did not like
+being left alone.
+
+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 hay-field she proposed going in to rest upon one of the
+hay-cocks. 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 their greetings; but they were too far apart to hear
+each other.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin and Agamemnon slowly resumed their walk.
+
+"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 glass of water. 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 together.
+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 were far in
+advance and reached the stopping-place before them. The little boys
+were all rowed out on the stone fence, awaiting them, full of delight
+at having reached grandfather's. Mr. 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 been seen approaching.
+There was great questioning, but no Elizabeth Eliza!
+
+It was sunset; the view was wide and fine. Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin stood
+and looked out from the north to the south. Was it too late to send
+back for Elizabeth Eliza? Where was she?
+
+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
+other the details of their journeys, they had discovered some facts.
+
+"We shall have to go back," they exclaimed. "We are too late! The
+maple-syrup 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
+maple-syrup nor cider, and Elizabeth Eliza was lost, perhaps forever!
+The sun went down, and Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin still stood to look up
+and down the road.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+Elizabeth Eliza, meanwhile, had sat upon her trunk as it seemed, for
+ages. She recalled all the terrible stories of prisoners,--how 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 door-bell. But who could go to the door to
+answer it? In vain did she make another effort to escape; it was
+impossible!
+
+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 fate--to be gagged by burglars, and the neighbors
+informed--than to be forever locked on her trunk. The steps approached
+the door. It opened, and Amanda ushered in the expressman.
+
+Amanda had not gone. She had gathered, while waiting at the
+breakfast-table, that there was to be an expressman whom she must
+receive.
+
+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 her. But how could she reach
+them?
+
+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 were on their return.
+
+She mounted the seat with the expressman, and slowly they took their
+way, stopping for occasional parcels as they left the village.
+
+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 express-carts spend the night? She thought of herself in a lone
+wood, in an express-wagon! She could scarcely bring herself to ask,
+before assenting, when he should arrive.
+
+"He guessed he could bring up before night."
+
+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 sat upon the front seat.
+
+"She has decided to come by express," said Mrs. Peterkin. "It is--it
+is--Elizabeth Eliza!"
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS AT THE "CARNIVAL OF
+AUTHORS" IN BOSTON.
+
+
+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
+character.
+
+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 written before the
+day came.
+
+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
+"_garcon_," 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 horse-car.
+
+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 to be behindhand. Mrs. Peterkin approved of this.
+It would be excellent if they could raise funds enough to pay for
+their own tickets to the carnival; then they could go every night.
+
+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 comfortably. 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 nothing had occurred to him yet.
+
+Mr. Peterkin urged him to make one more effort. If his book could come
+out before the carnival he could go as an author, and might have a
+booth of his own, and take his family.
+
+But Agamemnon declared it would take years to become an author. You
+might indeed publish something, but you had to make sure that it would
+be read. Mrs. 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 was to be a Carnival of Authors, that
+she might know, who they were.
+
+Mr. Peterkin did not understand why they called them a "Carnival"; but
+he supposed they should find out when they went to it.
+
+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, and
+why should not her mother wear it?
+
+Mrs. Peterkin supposed that she should then go as her own grandmother.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Agamemnon did not approve of this. Turbans are now worn in the East,
+and Mrs. 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. Elizabeth Eliza decided upon the largest of these.
+
+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 sea-sickness, as he had arranged to be a great while finding
+the shore.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+Solomon John had been led to take this character by discovering a
+coal-hod 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 his teacher.
+
+As the day approached the family had their costumes prepared.
+
+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 ship-builder. He visited the
+navy-yard and some of the docks; but none of them gave him the true
+idea of dress for ship-building in Holland or St. Petersburg. But he
+found a picture of Peter the Great, representing him in a
+broad-brimmed hat. So he assumed one that he found at a costumer's,
+and with Elizabeth Eliza's black water-proof 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 might wear her own muff.
+
+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 great-grandmother. But doubtless Cleopatra
+resembled this picture, as it was all so long ago, so the rest of the
+family decided.
+
+Agamemnon determined to go as Noah. The costume, as represented in one
+of the little boys' arks, was simple. His father's red-lined 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 find the little boys.
+For the little boys were to represent two doves and a raven. There
+were feather-dusters enough in the family for their costumes, which
+would be then complete with their india-rubber boots.
+
+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 motion of
+landing by stepping up on a chair.
+
+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 as Solomon John's boat.
+
+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 cloak-room, to leave their wraps, they found themselves
+entangled with a number of people in costume coming out from a
+dressing-room 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 feather-dusters ready.
+
+Some words from one of the managers made Mr. Peterkin understand the
+situation.
+
+"We are going to be introduced to Mr. Dickens," he said.
+
+"I thought he was dead!" exclaimed Mrs. Peterkin, trembling.
+
+"Authors live forever!" said Agamemnon in her ear.
+
+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 unannounced,--a 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,
+old-fashioned 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, in among the audience,
+they went; but into an audience not dressed in costume!
+
+There were Ann Maria Bromwick and the Osbornes,--all the
+neighbors,--all as natural as though they were walking the streets at
+home, though Ann Maria did wear white gloves.
+
+"I had no idea you were to appear in character," said Ann Maria to
+Elizabeth Eliza; "to what booth do you belong?"
+
+"We are no particular author," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Ah, I see, a sort of varieties' booth," said Mr. Osborne.
+
+"What is your character?" asked Ann Maria of Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"I have not quite decided," said Elizabeth Eliza. "I thought I should
+find out after I came here. The marshal called us? 'Great
+Expectations.'"
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was at the summit of bliss. "I have shaken hands with
+Dickens!" she exclaimed.
+
+But she looked round to ask the little boys if they, too, had shaken
+hands with the great man, but not a little boy could she find.
+
+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 feather-dusters gayly waving in the air.
+
+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
+its committee for the larger stage.
+
+Agamemnon frequently stood in the background of scenes in the Arabian
+Nights.
+
+It was with difficulty that the family could be repressed from going
+on the stage whenever the bugle sounded for the different groups
+represented there.
+
+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 upon her character.
+
+Mr. Peterkin came and took Cleopatra from the Whittier Booth.
+
+"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 one."
+
+The strains of the minuet began. Mrs. Peterkin was anxious to join the
+performers. It was the dance of her youth.
+
+But she was delayed by one of the managers on the steps that led to
+the stage.
+
+"I cannot understand this company," he said, distractedly.
+
+"They cannot find their booth," said another.
+
+"That is the case," said Mr. Peterkin, relieved to have it stated.
+
+"Perhaps you had better pass into the corridor," said a polite
+marshal.
+
+They did this, and, walking across, found themselves in the
+refreshment-room. "This is the booth for us," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Indeed it is," said Mrs. Peterkin, sinking into a chair, exhausted.
+
+At this moment two doves and a raven appeared,--the little boys, who
+had been dancing eagerly in Mother Goose's establishment, and now came
+down for ice-cream.
+
+"I hardly know how to sit down," said Elizabeth Eliza, "for I am sure
+Mrs. Shem never could. Still, as I do not know if I am Mrs. Shem, I
+will venture it."
+
+Happily, seats were to be found for all, and they were soon arranged
+in a row, calmly eating ice-cream.
+
+"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 she is, and
+going round and round in this way."
+
+"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 cloak-room!"
+
+"Spend the night in a booth, in Cleopatra's turban!" exclaimed Mrs.
+Peterkin.
+
+"We should like to come every night," cried the little boys.
+
+"But to spend the night," repeated Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"I conclude the Carnival keeps up all night," said Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"But never to recover our cloaks," said Mrs. Peterkin; "could not the
+little boys look round for the checks on the floors?"
+
+She began to enumerate the many valuable things that they might never
+see again. She had worn her large fur cape of stone-marten,--her
+grandmother's,--that Elizabeth Eliza had been urging her to have made
+into a foot-rug. 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 india-rubber 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.
+Peterkin was not sure as they would have time to reach the train.
+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 preparing to go.
+
+"All can go home, but we must stay," said Mrs. Peterkin, gloomily, as
+the well-known strains floated in from the larger hall.
+
+A number of marshals came to the refreshment-room, looked at them,
+whispered to each other, as the Peterkins sat in a row.
+
+"Can we do anything for you?" asked one at last. "Would you not like
+to go?" He seemed eager they should leave the room.
+
+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, as there was barely time to reach it.
+
+Then, indeed, was Mrs. Peterkin ready to leave. If they should miss
+the 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 themselves much repaid for
+their exertions.
+
+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 pass-key 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 office-key; he had taken it by
+mistake, or he might have dropped the house-key in the cloak-room of
+the Carnival.
+
+"Must we go back?" sighed Mrs. Peterkin, in an exhausted voice. More
+than ever did Elizabeth Eliza regret that Agamemnon's invention in
+keys had failed to secure a patent!
+
+It was impossible to get into the house, for Amanda had been allowed
+to go and spend the night with a friend, so there was no use in
+ringing, though the little boys had tried it.
+
+"We can return to the station," said Mr. Peterkin; "the rooms will be
+warm, on account of the midnight train. We can, at least, think what
+we shall do next."
+
+At the station was one of their neighbors, proposing to take the New
+York midnight train, for it was now after eleven, and the train went
+through at half-past.
+
+"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, hoping to find
+him there. 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 station-master
+had to leave, for a short rest. He felt obliged to lock up the
+station, but he promised to return at an early hour to release them.
+
+"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 have gone in, and helped
+himself to spoons, and left. 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 still was nodding in the corner of the
+long bench.
+
+Morning did come at last. The family decided to go to their home;
+perhaps by some effort in the early daylight they might make an
+entrance.
+
+On the way they met with the night-policeman, returning from his beat.
+He stopped when he saw the family.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+"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 interrupt--to explain--
+
+"Where is he?" exclaimed Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Safe in the lock-up," answered the policeman.
+
+"But he is the locksmith!" interrupted Solomon John.
+
+"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 well, I will go and let him out,
+that he may let you in!" and he hurried away, surprising the Peterkin
+family with what seemed like insulting screams of laughter.
+
+"It seems to me a more serious case than it appears to him," said Mr.
+Peterkin.
+
+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 family could go in. Amanda arrived at the same moment. There was
+hope of breakfast. Mrs. Peterkin staggered towards the stairs. "I
+shall never go to another Carnival!" she exclaimed.
+
+
+
+
+THE PETERKINS AT THE FARM.
+
+
+Yes, at last they had reached the seaside, after much talking and
+deliberation, and summer after summer the journey had been constantly
+postponed.
+
+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 Maria to join them
+till the very next day.
+
+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 to tell, they had all their hand-baggage safe.
+
+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 india-rubber boots as portmanteaux, filling them to the
+brim, and carrying one in each hand,--a 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 allotted to them.
+
+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 out-house was found for them, where Agamemnon and
+Solomon John could arrange them.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was much pleased with the old-fashioned porch and
+low-studded rooms, though the sleeping-rooms seemed a little stuffy at
+first.
+
+[Illustration]
+
+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 well-stocked 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 sea-bathing would be exceedingly
+convenient; which was hardly the case if it took you an hour and a
+half to walk to it.
+
+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 them, Agamemnon driving the one
+horse.
+
+Solomon John had depended upon taking the photographs of the family in
+a row on the beach; but he decided not to take his camera out the
+first afternoon.
+
+This was well, as the sun was already setting when they reached the
+beach.
+
+"If this wagon were not so shaky," said Mrs. Peterkin, "we might drive
+over every morning for our bath. The road is very straight, and I
+suppose Agamemnon can turn on the beach."
+
+"We should have to spend the whole day about it," said Solomon John,
+in a discouraged tone, "unless we can have a quicker horse."
+
+"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 fashionable-looking 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
+to-night.
+
+She had been busy all the early summer in preparing her dresses for
+this very watering-place, 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 gentleman among them.
+
+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 return.
+
+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 under either name; but Mr. and Mrs Peterkin were well pleased.
+
+"I had no idea we should have really farm-fare," Mrs. Peterkin said.
+"I have not drunk such a tumbler of milk since I was young."
+
+Elizabeth Eliza concluded they ought not to judge from a first meal,
+as evidently their arrival had not been fully prepared for, in spite
+of the numerous letters that had been exchanged.
+
+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
+mullein-stalks, 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.
+
+They wanted to stay longer on the beach, when they finally reached it;
+but Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza insisted upon turning directly
+back, as it was not fair to be late to dinner the very first night.
+
+On the whole the party came back cheerful, yet hungry. They found the
+same old men, in the same costume, standing against the porch.
+
+"A little seedy, I should say," said Solomon John.
+
+"Smoking pipes," said Agamemnon; "I believe that is the latest style."
+
+"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 sitting-room. 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 their rooms, too much of
+invalids to appear.
+
+"Regular bed-ridden," 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 tour of the farm, and found it
+in admirable order.
+
+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 "tea."
+
+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!"
+
+This was an unexpected courtesy.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza asked when the others had their supper.
+
+"Oh, they took it a long time ago," Martha answered. "If the lady will
+go out into the kitchen she can tell what she wants."
+
+"Bring us in what you have," said Mr. Peterkin, himself quite hungry.
+"If you could cook us a fresh slice of beefsteak that would be well."
+
+"Perhaps some eggs," murmured Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"Scrambled," cried one of the little boys.
+
+"Fried potatoes would not be bad," suggested Agamemnon.
+
+"Couldn't we have some onions?" asked the little boy who had stayed at
+home, and had noticed the odor of onions when the others had their
+supper.
+
+"A pie would come in well," said Solomon John.
+
+"And some stewed cherries," said the other little boy.
+
+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 same with Ann
+Maria. 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 they--the
+Peterkins--had 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 post-office, as she had already
+learned it was at quite a distance, and in a different direction from
+the station, where they were to send the next day for their trunks.
+
+She went over and over these same questions, kept awake by the
+coughing and talking of her neighbors, the other side of the thin
+partition.
+
+She was scarcely sorry to be aroused from her uncomfortable sleep by
+the morning sounds of guinea-hens, peacocks, and every other kind of
+fowl.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin expressed her satisfaction at the early breakfast, and
+declared she was delighted with such genuine farm sounds.
+
+They passed the day much as the afternoon before, reaching the beach
+only in time to turn round to come back for their dinner, which was
+appointed at noon. 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 cream-colored 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 travelling-dress would be quite appropriate. "I am a little
+tired," she added, "of going back and forward over the same road; but
+when the rest come we can vary it."
+
+The plan was agreed to, but Mr. Peterkin and the little boys remained
+to go over the farm again.
+
+They had an excellent picnic on the beach, under the shadow of a ledge
+of sand. They were just putting up their things when they saw a party
+of people approaching from the other end of the beach.
+
+"I am glad to see some pleasant-looking people at last," said
+Elizabeth Eliza, and they all turned to walk toward them.
+
+As the other party drew near she recognized Ann Maria Bromwick! And
+with her were the Sylvesters,--so they proved to be, for she had never
+seen them before.
+
+"What! you have come in our absence!" exclaimed Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"And we have been wondering what had become of you!" cried Ann Maria.
+
+"I thought you would be at the farm before us," said Elizabeth Eliza
+to Mr. Sylvester, to whom she was introduced.
+
+"We have been looking for you at the farm," he was saying to her.
+
+"But we are at the farm," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"And so are we!" said Ann Maria.
+
+"We have been there two days," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
+"And so have we, at the 'Old Farm,' just at the end of the beach,"
+said Ann Maria.
+
+"Our farm is old enough," said Solomon John.
+
+"Whereabouts are you?" asked Mr. Sylvester.
+
+Elizabeth Eliza pointed to the road they had come.
+
+A smile came over Mr. Sylvester's face; he knew the country well.
+
+"You mean the farm-house behind the hill, at the end of the road?" he
+asked.
+
+The Peterkins all nodded affirmatively.
+
+Ann Maria could not restrain herself, as broad smiles came over the
+faces of all the party.
+
+"Why, that is the Poor-house!" she exclaimed.
+
+"The town farm," Mr. Sylvester explained, deprecatingly.
+
+The Peterkins were silent for a while. The Sylvesters tried not to
+laugh.
+
+"There certainly were some disagreeable old men and women there!" said
+Elizabeth Eliza, at last.
+
+"But we have surely been made very comfortable," Mrs. Peterkin
+declared.
+
+"A very simple mistake," said Mr. Sylvester, continuing his amusement.
+"Your trunks arrived all right at the 'Old Farm,' two days ago."
+
+"Let us go back directly," said Elizabeth Eliza.
+
+"As directly as our horse will allow," said Agamemnon.
+
+Mr. Sylvester helped them into the wagon. "Your rooms are awaiting
+you," he said. "Why not come with us?"
+
+"We want to find Mr. Peterkin before we do anything else," said Mrs.
+Peterkin.
+
+They rode back in silence, till Elizabeth Eliza said, "Do you suppose
+they took us for paupers?"
+
+"We have not seen any 'they,'" said Solomon John, "except Mr. Atwood."
+
+At the entrance of the farm-yard Mr. Peterkin met them.
+
+"I have been looking for you," he said. "I have just made a
+discovery."
+
+"We have made it, too," said Elizabeth Eliza; "we are in the
+poor-house."
+
+"How did you find it out?" Mrs. Peterkin asked of Mr. Peterkin.
+
+"Mr. Atwood came to me, puzzled with a telegram that had been brought
+to him from the station, which he ought to have got two days ago. It
+came from a Mr. Peters, whom they were expecting here this week, with
+his wife and boys, to take charge of the establishment. He
+telegraphed to say he cannot come till Friday. Now, Mr. Atwood had
+supposed we were the Peterses, whom he had sent for the day we
+arrived, not having received this telegram."
+
+"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 shall be glad to have you stay
+till Mr. Peters' family comes."
+
+At this moment wheels were heard. Mr. Sylvester had arrived, with an
+open wagon, to take the Peterkins to the "Old Farm."
+
+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 with the other gentlemen, that looked so wandering."
+
+Elizabeth Eliza did not know whether to laugh or to cry.
+
+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. Peterkin.
+
+Mrs. Peterkin was tempted to stay another night, to be wakened once
+more by the guinea-hens. But Elizabeth Eliza bore her off. There was
+not much packing to be done. She shouted good-by 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 against the porch.
+
+"This time," she said, "it is not our trunks that were lost"--
+
+"But we, as a family," said Mrs. Peterkin.
+
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+
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