Almost everybody grumbled, and made themselves miserable.
"Nothing to do and nothing to read," growled a nicely-dressed gentleman, as he yawned and stretched himself to manifest his sensation of _ennui_.
"Nothing to read, eh ?" thought Bobby.

"We will soon supply that want." Calling Tom, they went down to the main deck where the baggage had been placed.
"Now's our time," said he, as he proceeded to unlock one of the trunks that contained his books.

"Now or never." "I am with you," replied Tom, catching the idea.
The books of the latter were in a box, and he was obliged to get a hammer to open it; but with Bobby's assistance he soon got at them.
"Buy 'The Wayfarer,'" said Bobby, when he returned to the saloon, and placed a volume in the hands of the yawning gentleman.

"Best book of the season; only one dollar." "That I will, and glad of the chance," replied the gentleman.

"I would give five dollars for anything, if it were only the 'Comic Almanac.'" Others were of the same mind.