"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 ticket." "I wish I know'd somebody goin to New York. I'm afeared to travel alone." "There's a boy going," said the station-master, pointing to Sam. "Are you goin to York?" asked the old lady, peering over her spectacles at Sam. "Yes, ma'am." "Was you ever there afore?" "No, ma'am." "Aint your folks afeared to have you go alone?" "Oh, no, they don't mind." "I wish you was older, so's you could look after me." Sam was rather flattered by the idea of having a lady under his charge, and said, "I'll take care of you, if you want me to." "Will you? That's a good boy. What's your name?" "Sam Barker," answered our hero, with some hesitation, not feeling sure whether it was politic to mention his real name. "Do you live in New York?" "No, ma'am; but I'm goin to." "When will the cars git along?" "In about ten minutes." "You'll help me get in, won't you? I've got two bandboxes, and I don't know how to manage." "Yes, ma'am, I'll help you. I'm goin out on the platform, but I'll come in when the cars come along." Sam went out on the platform, and watched eagerly for the approach of the cars. Up they came, thundering along the track, and Sam rushed into the depot in excitement. "Come along, ma'am," he said. "The cars are here." The old lady was in a flutter of excitement also. She seized one bandbox, and Sam the other, and they hurried out on the platform. They were just climbing up the steps, when the conductor asked, "Where are you going?" "To York, of course." "Then this isn't the train. It is going in the opposite direction." "Lawful suz!" ejaculated the old lady in dismay. "What made you tell me wrong, you bad boy?" and she glared at him reproachfully over her glasses. "How should I know?" said Sam, rather abashed. "I didn't know about no other train." "You come near makin' me go wrong."