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 hardly 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 o