ved 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 PETERKINS ARE MOVED.--Page 126. The first thing to be done was to
buy the parlor carpets. Elizabeth Eliza had already looked at some
in Boston, and the next morning she went, by an early train, with 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.

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.

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 book-case, 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