"I'll put on my shawl and bunnit," said the old lady. "I can't sleep a wink. We shall be shipwrecked; I know we shall." Whether the old lady kept her word, or not, Ben did not know. When he entered the saloon the next morning she was already up and dressed, looking haggard from want of sleep. Ben ascertained that the boat had started again about five o'clock, and would probably reach Fall River five or six hours late. This would make it necessary to take breakfast on board. He imparted the news to the old lady. "It's a shame," she said indignantly. "They did it a purpose to make us spend more money. I expected to eat breakfast at my son's house in Boston." "We shall not probably reach Boston till noon, I hear." "Then suppose I'll have to buy somethin' to stay my stomach. It's a shame. It costs a sight to travel." "So it does," acquiesced Ben. "They'd oughter give us our breakfast." "I'm afraid they won't see it in that light." The old lady went down to breakfast, and grudgingly paid out twenty cents more for tea and toast. She was in hopes Ben would get some meat and offer her a portion; but he, too, felt the necessity of being economical, and ordered something less expensive. Prof. Crane attempted to renew his phrenological examinations, but could only obtain two subjects. "Shan't I examine your head?' he asked insinuatingly of the old lady. "No, you shan't," she answered tartly. "I don't want you pawing over me." "Don't you want me to describe your character?" "No, I don't. Like as not, you'd slander me." "Oh, no, ma'am; I should only indicate, by an examination of your bumps, your various tendencies and proclivities." "I don't believe I've got any bumps." "Oh, yes, you have. We all have them. I shall only ask you twenty-five cents for an examination." "I won't give it," said the old lady, resolutely clutching her purse, as if she feared a violent effort to dispossess her of it. "I can't afford it." "It is a very small sum to pay for the knowledge of yourself." "I guess I know myself better than you do," said the old lady, nodding her head vigorously. Then, yielding to an impulse of curiosity: "Say, mister, is it a pretty good business, examinin' heads?" "It ought to be," answered the professor, "if the world were thoroughly alive to the importance of the noble science of phrenology." "I don't see what use it is." "Let me tell you, then, ma'am. You have doubtless employed servants that proved unworthy of your confidence." The old lady assented. "Now if you had employed a phrenologist to examine a servant's head before engaging her, he would have told you at once whether she was likely to prove honest and faithful, or the reverse." "You don't say!" exclaimed the old lady, beginning to be impressed. "Well, that would be something, I declare. Now, there's Mirandy Jones, used to work for me--I'm almost certain she stole one of my best caps." "To wear herself?" asked Ben demurely.