"Twelve."
"Then you'll have to pay for a whole ticket. Three dollars."
"All right," said Sam, promptly, and he drew out a five-dollar bill, receiving in return two dollars and a ticket.
"Do you live in New York, sonny?" asked the station-master.
"No, I'm only goin to see my aunt," answered Sam, with another impromptu falsehood.
"I know something about New York. In what street does your aunt live?"
Sam was posed, for he did not know the name of even one street in the city he was going to.
"I don't exactly remember," he was forced to admit.
"Then how do you expect to find her if you don't know where she lives?"
"Oh, she'll meet me at the depot," said Sam, readily.