PETERKIN. O no, indeed!
ELIZABETH ELIZA. We came in a horse and carryall.
JULIA. I always wondered how anybody could come in a horse!
AMANDA. You are too foolish, Julia. They came in the carryall
part. But didn't you start in time?
MRS. PETERKIN. It all comes from the carryall being so hard to
turn. I told Mr.
Peterkin we should get into trouble with one of those carryalls that
don't turn easy.
ELIZABETH ELIZA. They turn easy enough in the stable, so you
can't tell.
MRS. PETERKIN. Yes; we started with the little boys and
Solomon John on the back seat, and Elizabeth Eliza on the front.
She was to drive, and I was to see to the driving. But the horse
was not faced toward Boston.
MOTHER. And you tipped over in turning round! Oh, what an
accident!
AMANDA. And the little boyswhere are they? Are they killed?
ELIZABETH ELIZA. The little boys are all safe. We left them at
the Pringles', with Solomon John.
MOTHER. But what did happen?
MRS. PETERKIN. We started the wrong way.
MOTHER. You lost your way, after all?
ELIZABETH ELIZA. No; we knew the way well enough.
AMANDA. It's as plain as a pikestaff!
MRS. PETERKIN. No; we had the horse faced in the wrong
direction,toward Providence.
ELIZABETH ELIZA. And mother was afraid to have me turn, and
we kept on and on till we should reach a wide place.
MRS. PETERKIN. I thought we should come to a road that would
veer off to the right or left, and bring us back to the right
direction.
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