"It does not entangle the feet," said Solomon John, "for it can't
move."

"I wish it could," said the little boys together.

Mrs. Peterkin spent a day or two in taking the things out of the
trunk and putting them away.

"At least," she said, "this has given me some experience in
packing."

And the little boys felt as if they had quite been a journey.

But the family did not like to give up their plan. It was suggested
that they might take the things out of the trunk, and pack it at the
station; the little boys could go and come with the things. But
Elizabeth Eliza thought the place too public.

Gradually the old contents of the great trunk went back again to it.

At length a friend unexpectedly offered to lend Mr. Peterkin a
good-sized family trunk. But it was late in the season, and so the
journey was put off from that summer.

But now the trunk was sent round to the house, and a family
consultation was held about packing it. Many things would have
to be left at home, it was so much smaller than the grandmother's
hair-trunk. But Agamemnon had been studying the atlas through
the winter, and felt familiar with the more important places, so it
would not be necessary to take it. And Mr. Peterkin decided to