eached the office. "I know I'm going to bed,
next, and I believe that I'll go to sleep when I get there!"

Weary, very weary, and almost blue, in spite of everything, was Jack
Ogden that night, when he crept into bed.

"'Tisn't like that old cot in the _Eagle_ office," he thought. "I'm
glad it isn't to be paid for out of my nine dollars."

Jack was tired all over, and in a few minutes he was sound asleep.

He had gone to bed quite early, and he awoke with the first sunshine
that came pouring into his room.

"It isn't time to get up," he said. "It'll be ever so long before
breakfast, but I can't stay here in bed."

As he put on his coat something swung against his side, and he said:

"There! I'd forgotten that pamphlet. I'll see what's in it."

The excitement of getting to the Delavan House, and the dinner and the
talk afterward, had driven the pamphlet out of his mind until then, but
he opened it eagerly.

"Good!" he said, as he turned the leaves. "Maps and pictures, all the
way down. Everything about the Hudson. Pictures of all the places
worth seeing in New York. Tells all about them. Where to go when you
get there. Just what I wanted!"

Down he sat, and he came near forgetting his breakfast, so intensely
was he absorbed by that guide-book. He shut it up, at last, however,
remarking: "I'll have breakfast, and then I'll go out and see Albany.
It's all I've got to do till the boat leaves this evening. First city
I ever saw." He ate with all the more satisfaction because he knew
that he was not eating up any part of his nine dollars, and it did not
seem like so much money as it would have seemed in Crofield. He was in
no haste, for he had no idea where to go, and did not mean to tell
anybody how ignorant he was. He walked out of the Delavan House, and
strolled away to the right. Even the poorer buildings were far better
than anything in Crofield or Mertonville, and he soon had a bit of a
surprise. He reached a corner where a very broad street opened, at the
right, and went up a steep hill. It was not a very long street, and it
ended at the crest of the hill, where there were some trees, and above
them towered what seemed to be a magnificent palace of a building.

"I'll go and see that," said Jack. "I'll know what it is when I see
the sign,--or I'll ask somebody."

His interest in that piece of architecture grew as he walked on up the
hill; and he was a little warm and out of breath when h