emnon should drive his mother and Elizabeth
Eliza to the first stopping-place.

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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.

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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 easil