PeterkinÂwould 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.
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