"_One_ for Boston," said the gentleman. As he said this, he laid down a bank-bill upon the counter just within the window. The ticket seller gave him two tickets and some change. "He said _one_ and he has got _two_," said Stuyvesant to himself. "I wonder what that means." Stuyvesant then took the Boston gentleman's place at the window, and laid down a bank bill upon the counter, saying: "_Half_ a one, for Boston." The ticket-seller looked at Stuyvesant a moment over his spectacles, with a very inquiring expression of countenance, and then said, "How old are you, my boy?" "I am between nine and ten," said Stuyvesant. "And are you going to Boston, all alone?" asked the man. "Yes, sir," said Stuyvesant. So the man gave Stuyvesant two tickets and his change, and Stuyvesant put them, tickets, money and all, carefully in his wallet, and turned away. He observed that each of his tickets had one of the corners cut off. This was to show that they were for a boy who had only paid half-price. As Stuyvesant turned to go away, he met the driver of the stage coming toward him. "Ah, Stuyvesant," said he, "I was looking for you. Have you got your tickets?" "Yes," said Stuyvesant. "And is your trunk checked?" asked the driver. "Yes," said Stuyvesant. "Very well, then; it's all right. I was going to show you. I did not suppose that you knew how to take care of yourself so well." There were no cars at the station at this time. It was a way station, and the train was to pass there, and stop a few minutes to take up passengers, but it had not yet arrived. Stuyvesant went round to see what had been done with his trunk. It had been removed from the place where he had left it, but after a time he found it, with others, on another platform near the railroad track. He supposed that that was the place where the train was to come in. He was right in this supposition, for in a few minutes the sound of the whistle was heard in the distance, and soon afterward the train came thundering in. It slackened its speed as it advanced, and finally stopped opposite to the platform on which Stuyvesant was standing. The baggage-master put the trunks into the baggage car, and the passengers got into the passenger cars, and in a very few minutes the bell rang, and the train began to move on again. Stuyvesant got an excellent seat near a window. "Now," said he, "for Beechnut's rule." So Stuyvesant opened his note, and read as follows:-- "UNIVERSAL RULE FOR INEXPERIENCED TRAVELERS. "Keep a quiet mind, and do as other people do. BEECHNUT." "That's just what I have been doing all the time," said Stuyvesant to himself, as soon as he had read the paper. "I found out Beechnut's rule myself, before he told me."