r grandmother live?"

"About twenty miles from here, on the railroad," answered Sam, who
didn't care to mention that he was bound for New York.

"Warwick, I suppose."

"Yes," said Sam, at a venture. "How soon does the train start?"

"In about half an hour. Hold on, though; that's the New York train,
and don't stop at Warwick."

"I guess I'll be goin," said Sam, hurriedly. "Where's the depot?"

"Half a mile straight ahead, but you needn't hurry. The train for
Warwick don't go till ten."

"Never mind. I want to see the New York train start;" and Sam hurried
off eating crackers as he walked.

"I'm glad the train starts so quick," thought Sam. "I don't want to
wait round here long. I might meet somebody that knows me."

He had no difficulty in finding the depot. It was a plain building,
about twenty by thirty feet, with a piazza on the side towards the
track. He entered, and going up to the ticket-office asked for a
ticket to New York.

"For yourself?" asked the station-master.

"Yes," said Sam.

"How old are you?"

"Twelve."

"Then you'll have to pay for a whole ticket. Three dollars."

"All right," said Sam, promptly, and he drew out a five-dollar bill,
receiving in return two dollars and a ticket.

"Do you live in New York, sonny?" asked the station-master.

"No, I'm only goin to see my aunt," answered Sam, with another
impromptu falsehood.

"I know something about New York. In what street does your aunt
live?"

Sam was posed, for he did not know the name of even one street in the
city he was going to.

"I don't exactly remember," he was forced to admit.

"Then how do you expect to find her if you don't know where she
lives?"

"Oh, she'll meet me at the depot," said Sam, readily.

"Suppose she don't?"

"I'll find her somehow. But she's sure to meet me."

"Going to stay long in the city?"

"I hope so. Perhaps my aunt'll adopt me. How soon will the train be
along?"

"In about fifteen minutes."

Here an old lady came up, and asked for a ticket to New York.

"Three dollars, ma'am."

"Three dollars! Can't you take less?" asked the old lady, fumbling in
her pocket for her purse.

"No ma'am, the price is fixed."

"It's a sight of money. Seems throwed away, too, jest for travellin'.
You haint got anything to show for it. I never was to York in my
life."

"Please hurry, ma'am, there are others waiting."

"Massy sakes, don't be so hasty! There's the money."

"And there's your ticke