This thought was rather disheartening, and made Sam feel sober. But he brightened up at the thought that he should be in the same city, and should, therefore, have some chance of meeting his pretty traveling acquaintance. The berth Sam was to occupy was on one side of the dining-room. The tables were now cleared, and there was nothing to prevent his retiring. He took off his shoes and his coat, and, without undressing himself any further, got into the berth. It was not long before he was asleep. He did not wake until morning, and then not voluntarily. On opening his eyes he saw one of the attendants on the boat at his bedside. "You must sleep pretty sound," said the attendant. "Did you wake me up?" asked Sam. "Yes; but I had hard work to do it." "Is it time to get up?" "I should think it was. Didn't you hear the gong?" "No." "It sounded loud enough. Well, you'd better hurry, or you'll be too late for the cars." This roused Sam. He thought of Julia, and jumped out of the birth. He quickly put on his coat and shoes, and went up two flights of stairs to the saloon, on either side of which were the staterooms. He went to Julia's--No. 11--near the forward end of the boat, and found the door shut. He knocked, but was not immediately answered. "Julia must have overslept herself, too," he thought. He knocked again, and presently he heard her ask, in the tone of one just waking up, "Who's there?" "It's I--it's Sam," he answered. "Are you dressed?" "No. What time is it?" "It's very late. Didn't you hear the gong?" "No; is it morning?" "The cars are almost ready to start." "Oh, dear; what shall I do?" exclaimed Julia, in dismay. "Dress as quick as you can, and we may be in time." After the lapse of five minutes the door opened, and the young lady appeared. "I'm so sorry, Sam," she said, excusing herself. "Shall we be in time?" "We'll go down and see," said Sam. They went below, and out over the gangway, but were only just in time to see the long train speeding on its way. "We are left!" said Julia, mournfully. "Well," said Sam, philosophically, "it can't be helped, can it?" "Shall we have to stay here all day?" inquired the young lady, alarmed. "Oh, no; there is another train at half-past six, but it is a slower train than this." "When will it reach Boston?" "At nine o'clock. I asked the steward just now. It won't make very much difference. We'll get to the city pretty early." "Father will be down to the depot, and when he doesn't see me he'll think I am not coming. Then how am I to get home?" "I'll be with you," said Sam, valiantly. "I'll see that you get home all right." "Will you?" said Julia, brightly. "Then I don't mind so much. How stupid I was not to wake up!" "I didn't wake up either. One of the men woke me up. I ran up as quick as I could, but it was too late." "I got very tired yesterday," said Julia, apologetically. "That was what made me sleep so sound. When did you say the next train went?"