countenances of his fellow-travellers. Stout Aunt Pen,
dignified even in her sleep, was a "model of deportment"
to the rising generation; but the student
of human nature found a more attractive subject in
her companion, the girl with an apple-blossom face
and merry brown eyes, who sat smiling into her
book, never heeding that her bonnet was awry,
and the wind taking unwarrantable liberties with
her ribbons and her hair.

Innocent Debby turned her pages, unaware that
her fate sat opposite in the likeness of a serious,
black-bearded gentleman, who watched the smiles
rippling from her lips to her eyes with an interest
that deepened as the minutes passed. If his paper
had been full of anything but "Bronchial
Troches" and "Spalding's Prepared Glue," he
would have found more profitable employment;
but it wasn't, and with the usual readiness of idle
souls he fell into evil ways, and permitted curiosity,
that feminine sin, to enter in and take possession
of his manly mind. A great desire seized him to
discover what book his pretty neighbor;
but a cover hid the name, and he was too
distant to catch it on the fluttering leaves. Presently
a stout Emerald-Islander, with her wardrobe
oozing out of sundry paper parcels, vacated the
seat behind the two ladies; and it was soon quietly
occupied by the individual for whom Satan was
finding such indecorous employment. Peeping