The excitement was not yet over. They found in the train many of
their friends and neighbors, returning also from the Carnival; so
they had many questions put to them which they were unable to
answer. Still Mrs. Peterkin's turban was much admired, and
indeed the whole appearance of the family; so that they felt
themselves much repaid for their exertions.
But more adventures awaited them. They left the train with their
friends; but as Mrs. Peterkin and Elizabeth Eliza were very tired,
they walked very slowly, and Solomon John and the little boys
were sent on with the pass-key to open the door. They soon
returned with the startling intelligence that it was not the right
key, and they could not get in. It was Mr. Peterkin's office-key; he
had taken it by mistake, or he might have dropped the house-key
in the cloak-room of the Carnival.
"Must we go back?" sighed Mrs. Peterkin, in an exhausted voice.
More than ever did Elizabeth Eliza regret that Agamemnon's
invention in keys had failed to secure a patent!
It was impossible to get into the house, for Amanda had been
allowed to go and spend the night with a friend, so there was no
use in ringing, though the little boys had tried it.
"We can return to the station," said Mr. Peterkin; "the rooms will
be warm, on account of the midnight train. We can, at least, think
what we shall do next."
At the station was one of their neighbors, proposing to take the
New York midnight train, for it was now after eleven, and the
train went through at half-past.
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