well-stocked window.

"I don't see how so many shopkeepers can find people enough to buy
of them," he said. "We haven't got but two stores in our village,
and Broadway seems to be full of them."

"Yes," said Dick; "and its pretty much the same in the avenoos,
'specially the Third, Sixth, and Eighth avenoos. The Bowery, too,
is a great place for shoppin'. There everybody sells cheaper'n
anybody else, and nobody pretends to make no profit on their goods."

"Where's Barnum's Museum?" asked Frank.

"Oh, that's down nearly opposite the Astor House," said Dick.
"Didn't you see a great building with lots of flags?"

"Yes."

"Well, that's Barnum's.* That's where the Happy Family live, and the
lions, and bears, and curiosities generally. It's a tip-top place.
Haven't you ever been there? It's most as good as the Old Bowery,
only the plays isn't quite so excitin'."

* Since destroyed by fire, and rebuilt farther up Broadway,
and again burned down in February.

"I'll go if I get time," said Frank. "There is a boy at home who
came to New York a month ago, and went to Barnum's, and has been
talking about it ever since, so I suppose it must be worth seeing."

"They've got a great play at the Old Bowery now," pursued Dick.
"'Tis called the 'Demon of the Danube.' The Demon falls in love with
a young woman, and drags her by the hair up to the top of a steep
rock where his castle stands."

"That's a queer way of showing his love," said Frank, laughing.

"She didn't want to go with him, you know, but was in love with
another chap. When he heard about his girl bein' carried off, he
felt awful, and swore an oath not to rest till he had got her free.
Well, at last he got into the castle by some underground passage,
and he and the Demon had a fight. Oh, it was bully seein' 'em roll
round on the stage, cuttin' and slashin' at each other."

"And which got the best of it?"

"At first the Demon seemed to be ahead, but at last the young Baron
got him down, and struck a dagger into his heart, sayin', 'Die,
false and perjured villain! The dogs shall feast upon thy carcass!'
and then the Demon give an awful howl and died. Then the Baron
seized his body, and threw it over the precipice."

"It seems to me the actor who plays the Demon ought to get extra
pay, if he has to be treated that way."

"That's so," said Dick; "but I guess he's used to it. It seems to
agree with his constitution."

"What building is that?" asked Frank, p