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

The next morning Mrs. Peterkin began by taking out the things that were
already in the trunk. Here were last year's winter things, and not
only these, but old clothes that had been put 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.

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 ca