on board.

He imparted the news to the old lady.

"It's a shame," she said indignantly. "They did it a purpose to make
us spend more money. I expected to eat breakfast at my son's house
in Boston."

"We shall not probably reach Boston till noon, I hear."

"Then suppose I'll have to buy somethin' to stay my stomach. It's
a shame. It costs a sight to travel."

"So it does," acquiesced Ben.

"They'd oughter give us our breakfast."

"I'm afraid they won't see it in that light."

The old lady went down to breakfast, and grudgingly paid out
twenty cents more for tea and toast. She was in hopes Ben
would get some meat and offer her a portion; but he, too, felt
the necessity of being economical, and ordered something less
expensive.

Prof. Crane attempted to renew his phrenological examinations,
but could only obtain two subjects.

"Shan't I examine your head?' he asked insinuatingly of the old lady.

"No, you shan't," she answered tartly. "I don't want you pawing
over me."

"Don't you want me to describe your character?"

"No, I don't. Like as not, you'd slander me."

"Oh, no, ma'am; I should only indicate, by an examination of your
bumps, your various tendencies and proclivities."

"I don't believe I've got any bumps."

"Oh, yes, you have. We all have them. I shall only ask you
twenty-five cents for an examination."

"I won't give it," said the old lady, resolutely clutching her purse,
as if she feared a violent effort to dispossess her of it. "I can't
afford it."

"It is a very small sum to pay for the knowledge of yourself."

"I guess I know myself better than you do," said the old lady,
nodding her head vigorously. Then, yielding to an impulse of
curiosity: "Say, mister, is it a pretty good business, examinin'
heads?"

"It ought to be," answered the professor, "if the world were
thoroughly alive to the importance of the noble science of
phrenology."

"I don't see what use it is."

"Let me tell you, then, ma'am. You have doubtless employed
servants that proved unworthy of your confidence."

The old lady assented.

"Now if you had employed a phrenologist to examine a
servant's head before engaging her, he would have told you at
once whether she was likely to prove honest and faithful, or
the reverse."

"You don't say!" exclaimed the old lady, beginning to be
impressed. "Well, that would be something, I declare. Now,
there's Mirandy Jones, used to work for me--I'm almost c