The policeman looked at Rollo a moment with a kind and friendly expression of countenance.
"Why, it is two miles and a half from here," said he, "at least, and a very difficult way to find. I think you had better take a cab."
"But I have not any money," said Rollo.
The policeman looked at Rollo again with as near an approach to an expression of surprise on his countenance as it is possible for a policeman to manifest, since it is a part of his professional duty never to be surprised at anything or thrown off his guard. Rollo was, however, so well dressed, and was so gentlemanly in his air and bearing, that almost any one would have wondered a little to hear him say that he had no money.
"I accidentally left my money all at home," said Rollo, by way of explanation.
"Very well," said the policeman; "come with me."
So Rollo and the policeman walked along together. As they walked they fell into conversation, and Rollo told the policeman who he was, and how he came to lose his way. The policeman was very much interested when he heard that his young friend was an American; and he asked him a great many questions about New York and Boston. He said he had a brother in Boston, and another in Cincinnati.
After walking the distance of two or three blocks, the policeman said,——
"This is the end of my beat. I must now put you in charge of another officer."