"Fall River or Boston?" asked the man in charge.
"Boston."
"Five dollars."
"That's pretty steep," thought Sam. "I shall have only twenty dollars left."
A ticket was handed him, with 159 on it.
"What's that for?" asked Sam.
"It's the number of your berth."
"When will we get to Boston?"
"Between six and seven in the morning."
As Sam turned away he was accosted by a newsboy: "Papers, sir?"