expected that she--Mrs. Peterkin--would walk on to the next stopping-
place!"

She decided there was no way but for her to walk on. When the rest
passed her, they might make a change. So she put up knitting cheerfully.
It was a little joggly in the carriage, she had already found, for
the horse was restless from the flies, and she did not like being left
alone.

She walked on then with Agamemnon. It was very pleasant at first, but
the sun became hot, and it was not long before she was fatigued. When
they reached a hay-field, she proposed going in to rest upon one of the
hay-cocks. The largest and most shady was at the other end of the field,
and they were seated there when the carryall passed them in the road.
Mrs. Peterkin waved parasol and hat, and the party in the carryall
returned their greetings, but they were too far apart to hear each
other.

Mrs. Peterkin and Agamemnon slowly resumed their walk.

"Well, we shall find Elizabeth Eliza in the carryall," she said, "and
that will explain all."

But it took them an hour or two to reach the carryall, with frequent
stoppings for rest, and when they reached it, no one was in it. A note
was pinned up in the vehicle to say they had all walked on; it was
"prime fun."

In this way the parties continued to dodge each other, for Mrs. Peterkin
felt that she must walk on from the next station, and the carryall
missed her again while she and Agamemnon stopped in a house to rest, and
for a glass of water.

She reached the carryall to find again that no one was in it. The party
had passed on for the last station, where it had been decided all should
meet at the foot of grandfather's hill, that they might all arrive at
the house together.

Mrs. Peterkin and Agamemnon looked out eagerly for the party all the
way, as Elizabeth Eliza must be tired by this time; but Mrs. Peterkin's
last walk had been so slow, that the other party was far in advance and
reached the stopping-place before them. The little boys were all rowed
out on the stone fence, awaiting them, full of delight at having reached
grandfather's. Mr.

Peterkin came forward to meet them, and, at the same moment with Mrs.
Peterkin, exclaimed: "Where is Elizabeth Eliza?" Each party looked
eagerly at the other; no Elizabeth Eliza was to be seen. Where was she?
What was to be done? Was she left behind? Mrs. Peterkin was convinced
she must have somehow got to grandfather's. They hurried up the hill.
Grandfather and a