eman, pointing to his
trunk.

So the baggage-master checked the trunk and gave the duplicate check
to the gentleman.

"And that trunk is to go to Boston too," said Stuyvesant, pointing to
his own trunk.

So the baggage-master put a check upon Stuyvesant's trunk and gave
Stuyvesant the duplicate of it.

Stuyvesant observed that as soon as the baggage was checked, the
owners of it appeared to go away at once, and to give themselves
no farther concern about it, and he inferred that it would be safe
for him to do so too. So he went into the station to find the
ticket-office, in order to buy his ticket. He saw, in a corner of the
room, a sort of window with a counter before it, and a sign, with the
words TICKET OFFICE above. Stuyvesant went to this window. The Boston
gentleman was there, buying his ticket.

"_One_ for Boston," said the gentleman. As he said this, he laid down
a bank-bill upon the counter just within the window. The ticket seller
gave him two tickets and some change.

"He said _one_ and he has got _two_," said Stuyvesant to himself. "I
wonder what that means."

Stuyvesant then took the Boston gentleman's place at the window, and
laid down a bank bill upon the counter, saying:

"_Half_ a one, for Boston."

The ticket-seller looked at Stuyvesant a moment over his spectacles,
with a very inquiring expression of countenance, and then said,

"How old are you, my boy?"

"I am between nine and ten," said Stuyvesant.

"And are you going to Boston, all alone?" asked the man.

"Yes, sir," said Stuyvesant.

So the man gave Stuyvesant two tickets and his change, and Stuyvesant
put them, tickets, money and all, carefully in his wallet, and turned
away. He observed that each of his tickets had one of the corners cut
off. This was to show that they were for a boy who had only paid
half-price.

As Stuyvesant turned to go away, he met the driver of the stage coming
toward him.

"Ah, Stuyvesant," said he, "I was looking for you. Have you got your
tickets?"

"Yes," said Stuyvesant.

"And is your trunk checked?" asked the driver.

"Yes," said Stuyvesant.

"Very well, then; it's all right. I was going to show you. I did not
suppose that you knew how to take care of yourself so well."

There were no cars at the station at this time. It was a way station,
and the train was to pass there, and stop a few minutes to take up
passengers, but it had not yet arrived. Stuyvesant went round to see
what had bee