“Robert Coverdale.”
So Robert walked out of the office with his passage engaged.
This was on the morning after his arrival, and as the steamboat train did not start till afternoon, this afforded him a chance to spend several hours in seeing the city.
First he went to the Common and walked across it, surveying with interest the large and noble trees which add so much beauty to a park which, in size, is insignificant compared with the great parks of New York and Philadelphia, but appears older and more finished than either.
He rode in various directions in the cars and enjoyed the varied sights that passed under his notice.
At half-past four he paid his bill at the hotel and took a car which passed the depot from which the steamboat train for New York starts.
The train was an express, and in little more than an hour he boarded the beautiful Sound steamer.
He was astonished at its magnificence as he went upstairs to the main saloon. As he was looking about him in rather a bewildered way a colored man employed on the boat inquired:
“What are you looking for, young man?”
“Where shall I get a key to my stateroom?”