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 boys,--where 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. MOTHER.--Could not you all get out and turn the thing round? MRS. PETERKIN.--Why, no; if it had broken down we should not have been in anything, and could not have gone anywhere. ELIZABETH ELIZA.--Yes, I have always heard it was best to stay in the carriage, whatever happens. JULIA.--But nothing seemed to happen. MRS. PETERKIN.--Oh, yes; we met one man after another, and we asked the way to Boston. ELIZABETH ELIZA.--And all they would say was, "Turn right round,--you are on the road to Providence." MRS. PETERKIN.--As if we could turn right round! That was just what we couldn't. MOTHER.--You don't mean you kept on all the way to Providence? ELIZABETH ELIZA.--Oh, dear, no! We kept on and on, till we met a man with a black hand-bag,--black leather, I should say. JULIA.--He must have been a book-agent. MRS. PETERKIN.--I dare say he was; his bag seemed heavy. He set it on a stone. MOTHER.--I dare say it was the same one that came here the other day. He wanted me to buy the "History of the Aborigines, Brought up from Earliest Times to the Present Date," in four volumes. I told him I hadn't time to read so much. He said that was no matter, few did, and it wasn't much worth it; they bought books for the look of the thing. AMANDA.--Now, that was illiterate; he never could have graduated. I hope, Elizabeth Eliza, you had nothing to do with that man. ELIZABETH ELIZA.--Very likely it was not the same one. MOTHER.--Did he have a kind of pepper-and-salt suit, with one of the buttons worn? MRS. PETERKIN.--I noticed one of the buttons was off. AMANDA.--We're off the subject. Did you buy his book? ELIZABETH ELIZA.--He never offered us his book. MRS. PETERKIN.--He told us the same story,--we were going to Providence; if we wanted to go to Boston we must turn directly round. ELIZABETH ELIZA.--I told him I couldn't; but he took the horse's head, and the first thing I knew-- AMANDA.--He had yanked you round! MRS. PETERKIN.--I screamed; I couldn't help it!