The children all laughed.
"Yonder he is, coming this way," said Max, leaning from the carriage window.
"Beckon to him," said the captain; "I want a paper."
Max obeyed; the carriage stopped, the crier drew near and handed up the paper asked for.
"How much?" inquired the captain.
"Five cents, sir."
"Why, how is that? You asked me but three for yesterday's edition of this same paper."
"More news in this one."
"Ah, you charge according to the amount of news, do you?" returned the captain, laughing, and handing him a nickel.
"Yes, sir; I guess that's about the fair way," said the crier, hastily regaining the sidewalk to renew the clang, clang of his bell and the "um mum mum" of his announcement.