“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.