'Did anybody ever hear the beat of that?
Do you cal'late New York's like South Denboro, where everybody knows everybody else?
What are you plannin' to do?
run up the fust man, woman or child you meet and ask 'em to tell you where 'Bijah Warren lives?
Or are you goin' to trot from Dan to Beersheby, trustin' to meet your nephew and niece on the way?
I never in my born days!' "Well," went on the captain, "I told her that the last suggestion weren't such a bad one, but there was one little objection to it.
Considerin' that I hadn't ever laid eyes on Steve and that I hadn't seen you since you was a baby, the chances was against my recognizin' you if we did meet.

Ho, ho, ho! Finally I hinted that I might look in the directory, and she got more reconciled to my startin'.

Honest, I do believe she'd have insisted on takin' me by the hand and leadin' me to you, if I hadn't told her that.
[Illustration: "The captain talked and talked."] "So I did look in the directory and got the number on Fifth Avenue where you used to be.

I asked a policeman the nighest way to get there, and he said take a bus.

Last time I was in New York I rode in one of those Fifth Avenue omnibuses, and I never got such a jouncin' in my life.
The pavement then was round cobble stones, like some of the roads in Nantucket.