At length she heard the door-bell. But who could go to the door to answer it? In vain did she make another effort to escape; it was impossible! How singular!--there were footsteps. Some one was going to the door; some one had opened it. “They must be burglars.” Well, perhaps that was a better fate--to be gagged by burglars, and the neighbors informed--than to be forever locked on her trunk. The steps approached the door. It opened, and Amanda ushered in the expressman. Amanda had not gone. She had gathered, while waiting at the breakfast-table, that there was to be an expressman whom she must receive. Elizabeth Eliza explained the situation. The expressman turned the key of her trunk, and she was released! What should she do next? So long a time had elapsed, she had given up all hope of her family returning for her. But how could she reach them? She hastily prevailed upon the expressman to take her along until she should come up with some of the family. At least she would fall in with either the walking party or the carryall, or she would meet them if they were on their return. She mounted the seat with the expressman, and slowly they took their way, stopping for occasional parcels as they left the village. But much to Elizabeth Eliza’s dismay, they turned off from the main road on leaving the village. She remonstrated, but the driver insisted he must go round by Millikin’s to leave a bedstead. They went round by Millikin’s, and then had further turns to make. Elizabeth Eliza explained that in this way it would be impossible for her to find her parents and family, and at last he proposed to take her all the way with her trunk. She remembered with a shudder that when she had first asked about her trunk, he had promised it should certainly be delivered the next morning. Suppose they should have to be out all night? Where did express-carts spend the night? She thought of herself in a lone wood, in an express-wagon! She could hardly bring herself to ask, before assenting, when he should arrive. “He guessed he could bring up before night.” And so it happened that as Mr. and Mrs. Peterkin in the late sunset were looking down the hill, wondering what they should do about the lost Elizabeth Eliza, they saw an express wagon approaching. A female form sat upon the front seat. “She has decided to come by express,” said Mrs. Peterkin. “It is--it is--Elizabeth Eliza!” THE PETERKINS AT THE “CARNIVAL OF AUTHORS” IN BOSTON. THE Peterkins were in quite a muddle (for them) about the carnival of authors, to be given in Boston. As soon as it was announced, their interests were excited, and they determined that all the family should go. But they conceived a wrong idea of the entertainment, as they supposed that every one must go in costume. Elizabeth Eliza thought their lessons in the foreign languages would help them much in conversing in character.