Linda wore her little brother's satchel slung over her back.

Nora had borrowed a knapsack, Kitty preferred a parcel, Verity packed her possessions in a string bag, and Bess carried a neat dispatch-case.
"I'd a ripping idea for mine, but it wouldn't work," declared Ingred.

"I meant to tie my parcel to a balloon and then just lead it along by a string.

But I couldn't get a proper gas balloon for the business, and that's what you ought to have." "And suppose the wind were to blow it away from you, what then ?" inquired Miss Strong.
"I suppose I should have to cable it round my waist." "Then you might be whisked up with it, and we should see you sailing off into the clouds in a kind of aeroplane holiday instead of a walking tour! I don't think we can patent your balloon dodge yet." "What I want," said Kitty, "is a sort of child's light mail-cart arrangement that I could wheel along.

It's what Mother always says she needs for shopping--a parcel-holder on wheels.