There is nothing very exciting in a railway trip, even of a hundred miles, nowadays, unless, indeed, the cars run off the track, or over the embankment, and then it is altogether too exciting to be agreeable.

For the sake of my young hero, whom I really begin to like, though he was "only an Irish boy," I am glad to say that nothing of that sort took place; but in good time--about the time when the clock on the Old South steeple indicated noon--Andy's train drove into the Boston & Maine Railway depot, fronting on Haymarket Square.
"Inquire your way to Washington Street." That was the first direction that Andy had received from Miss Priscilla, and that was what our hero did first.
The question was addressed to a very civil young man, who politely gave Andy the necessary directions.

So, in a short time, he reached Washington Street by way of Court Street.
The next thing was to inquire the way to the Merchants' Bank, that being the one in which the ladies owned the largest amount of stock.
"Where is the Merchants' Bank ?" asked Andy of a boy, whose blacking-box denoted his occupation.
"I'll show you, mister," said the boy.

"Come along." His young guide, instead of taking him to the bank, took him to the side door of the court-house, and said: "Go in there." It was a massive stone building, and Andy, not suspecting that he was being fooled, went in.

Wandering at random, he found his way into a room, where a trial was going on.