"I don't know," said Julia, with a roguish glance. "Do you always behave well?" "I am afraid I don't always." "Nor I either," returned Julia, in a burst of confidence. "I used to play tricks on my governess sometimes." "I don't think that is so very wicked," said Sam. "Won't you tell me about some of them?" "After supper I will; but I wouldn't like to have anybody else hear." They sat down to the table side by side, and made a satisfactory repast. Sam tried to pay for Julia's, but here the young lady was firm. She insisted on paying her own bill, as indeed propriety required. When the supper was over, they returned to the saloon. CHAPTER XX. TOO LATE FOR THE TRAIN. A stateroom had been engaged for Julia, but Sam did not feel justified in paying a dollar extra for such a luxury, when he was already entitled to a comfortable berth. "Do you know when we reach Fall River?" asked the young lady. "About half-past four in the morning, and the cars start by five." "That's awful early!" exclaimed Julia, in dismay. "How shall I wake up in time?" "The gong will sound," answered Sam; "but if that don't wake you, I'll pound on your door." "I wish you would. What should I do if I were left?" "You could wait for the next train." "But I should not have you to go with me, Sam--Mr. Barker, I mean." "I wish you would call me Sam. I like it better than Mr. Barker." "Then I will," said Julia, frankly. "It does seem stiff to call you Mr. Barker." "If you should be too late for the first train, I will wait, too," said Sam, answering what she had said before. "Will you? I should like that; but won't it put you out?" "Oh, no," said Sam, laughing; "there isn't any very important business to call me early to Boston. I had just as lieve wait as not." "But you won't have to. I am sure the gong will wake me up. But you'll come to the door, and go into the cars with me." "Oh, yes, I'll be on hand." "Then, good-night, Sam. I hope you'll have a good sleep." "I shall sleep like a top; I always do. Good-night, Julia." So they parted. "He seems to be a real nice boy, and very polite," thought Julia. "I should feel very lonely without him." "She's a tiptop girl," thought Sam. "I never saw one I liked so well before." Sam had never had a sister, and his acquaintance with girls had been exceedingly limited. This was necessarily the case in the rough street life he had led in New York. Julia was a new revelation to him. He was quite too young to be in love, but he certainly liked Julia very much, and thought how pleasant it would be to have such a sister. "She says she's got a brother," thought Sam. "I wonder what sort of a boy he is, and whether he will like me? I suppose I never shall see him though, or Julia either, after we get to Boston."