y, 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 h