journey; and in any case she would not have feared such a benignant old gentleman as this. She ended her talk with the inquiry:
"Where will I find the paper, Mr.--Mr.--I mean, sir?"
"Smith my name is. John Smith of Smithville. You'll find all the papers and books at a news-stand on the lower deck. There's a candy-stand there, too, such as will interest you two more than the papers, likely;" he answered with another smile.
They started down the stairs leading from the main saloon to the lower part of the boat, and not until they had reached the news-stand did either of them remember that she hadn't brought her purse nor asked which paper their new acquaintance desired.
"Oh! dear! Wasn't that silly of us! And we're almost to West Point, where my cousin Tom's a cadet! He promised to be on the lookout for us, if he could get leave to go to the steamboat landing. I wrote and told him about our trip and he answered right away. He's Aunt Lucretia's only child and she adores him. Hasn't sp