An idea struck Sam. He would get a picture paper for his new acquaintance. It was probably the first mark of attention he had ever paid to a girl, but the idea pleased him, and he bought a Harper's Weekly, and carried it upstairs.
He found Miss Julia Stockton sitting where he had left her. She smiled pleasantly when she saw Sam.
"I bought you a picture paper," he said, feeling a little awkward. "I thought you might like to read it."
"Oh, thank you. You are very kind. Did you find out when we would reach Boston?"
"Yes, Miss Julia. We shall get there between six and seven in the morning."
"That's pretty early. I hope papa will be at the depot waiting."
"At the depot? Does the boat go into a depot?" asked Sam.
Julia laughed. "Oh, no," she said. "Did you think we went all the way by boat?"
"Yes, I thought so."
"We go the last fifty miles by cars—that is, from Fall River."