AN EVENING OF ADVENTURE That evening Steve and his father took a taxi-cab and drove to the number Mr. Ackerman had given them. It proved to be an imposing apartment house of cream brick overlooking the Hudson; and the view from the fifth floor, where their host lived, was such a fascinating one that the boy could hardly be persuaded to leave the bay window that fronted the shifting panorama before him. "So you like my moving picture, do you, Steve?" inquired the New Yorker merrily. "It is great! If I lived here I shouldn't do a bit of studying," was the lad's answer. "You think the influence of the place bad, then." "It would be for me," Stephen chuckled. Both Mr. Tolman and Mr. Ackerman laughed. "I will own," the latter confessed, "that at first those front windows demoralized me not a little. They had the same lure for me as they have for you. But by and by I gained the strength of mind to turn my back and let the Hudson River traffic look out for itself." "You might try that remedy, son," suggested Steve's father. "No, no, Tolman! Let the boy alone. If he is enjoying the ferries and steamboats so much the better." "But there seem to be plenty of steamboats here in the room to enjoy," was Mr. Tolman's quick retort. "Steamboats?" repeated Steve vaguely, turning and looking about him. Sure enough, there were steamboats galore! Wherever he looked he saw them. Not only were the walls covered with pictures of every imaginable type of steamer, but wherever there was space enough there were tiers of little ship models in glass cases. There were side-wheelers, awkwardly constructed boats with sprawling paddles, screw propellers, and twin-screw craft; ferryboats, tugs, steam yachts, and ocean liners. Every known variety of sea-going contrivance was represented. The large room was like a museum of ships and the boy gave an involuntary exclamation of delight. "Jove!" It was a laconic tribute to the marvels about him but it was uttered with so much vehemence that there was no mistaking its sincerity. Evidently, terse as it was, its ring of fervor satisfied Mr. Ackerman for he smiled to himself. "I never saw so many boats in all my life!" burst out Steve. "I told you I was in the steamboat business," put in Mr. Ackerman mischievously. "I should think you were!" was the lad's comment. "This is a wonderful collection, Ackerman," Mr. Tolman asserted, as he rose and began to walk about the room. "How did you ever get it together? Many of these prints are priceless." "Oh, I have been years doing it," Mr. Ackerman said. "It has been my hobby. I have chosen to sink my money in these toys instead of in an abandoned farm or antique furniture. It is just a matter of taste, you see." "You must have done some scouring of the country to make your collection so complete. I don't see how you ever succeeded in finding these old pictures and models. It is a genuine history lesson."