I'm going to pack my trunk and send it to the station before Sara has a chance to stuff half of her belongings into it." "Such sisterly devotion," murmured Emma.
"Oh, I don't mind," was Sara's cheerful comment.

"I've already packed my sweater and two dresses in Julia's trunk.

You'd better leave them there, Julia, I haven't an inch of room left in my trunk to squeeze them into.
It is already jammed so full that you'll have to sit on the lid when I get ready to lock it." "Stung!" was Julia's inelegant comment.

"This is what comes of being a twin.

I think I'd better hurry and gobble up the small trunk space that is left me; otherwise I may have to carry a large part of my wardrobe home in a bundle." Dread of such a contingency sent her fleeing up the stairs in hot pursuit of her own welfare, oblivious to the pleasantries which Emma and Sara called after her as she ran.
Seated around the long library table in the living-room, the correspondence party made an attractive picture as, with earnest faces, they bent themselves to the arduous task of letter-writing.