ir; in Milltown."

"Has the young lady come into the city on a shopping excursion?"
inquired the new acquaintance, smiling.

"No, sir; she is just on her way from New York. I went to fetch
her."

"You are a young guardian."

"Rather, sir; but there was no one else to go for her."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"Are you attending school?"

"No, sir; I should be glad to do so; but my aunt is not in good
circumstances, and I have to work. I have been employed in
the mills, but they discharged some of their hands lately, and I
was among them."

"How would you like to come to Boston to work?"

"Very much."

"I may some time have a vacancy for you. I am a wholesale
stationer on State Street. Give me your address, and if I have
any opening I will write to you."

"Thank you, sir," said Ben; "I should like very much to work
here."

Ben took the stranger's card, from which he learned that his
name was Otis Johnson, and that he dealt in stationery, blank
books, diaries, and a similar line of goods.

"This may lead to something," thought Ben. "I should enjoy
living in Boston. There is a good deal more going on here than
in Milltown."

It was about quarter of two when Ben and Emma rose from
the table.

"What are we going to do now?" asked Emma.

Ben considered.

"The train doesn't start till five," he said. "We won't go to the
station yet, for we should get tired of waiting. We will walk
about, and look into the shop windows, unless you are tired."

"I am not tired. I should like it," said Emma.

Presently they came to the old State House. Ben's attentions was
attracted by a Charleston car. He knew that Bunker Hill Monument
was in Charleston, and it struck him that it would be a good
opportunity to go and see it.

"Does this car go to Bunker Hill Monument?" he inquired.

"Yes," said the conductor. "It goes within two minutes' walk of it."

"How long does it take to go there?"

"Twenty minutes."

Ben reflected that the train did not start till five o'clock, and that
there would be plenty of time for the excursion. He did not know
when he would have another chance, and resolved to avail himself
of this.

He helped Emma to board the car, and got on himself.

"I like to ride in electric cars, Ben," said Emma.

"So do I, Emma. Do you know what we are going to see?"

"What is it?"

"A great stone monument, five times as high as a house."

"What is a monument?"

Ben explained