I wrote for it." "That's right," said he, "and here is Sammy's ticket.

I was glad to see that you had spoken about the other berth in your state-room being reserved for Sammy." I thought he needn't have asked me if I had my ticket when he knew that I had bought it.

But perhaps he thought I had lost it by this time.

He was a very particular little man.
"Where do you keep your money ?" he asked me, and I told him that the greater part of it--all but some pocket-money--was stowed away in an inside pocket of my vest.
"Very good," said he; "that's better than a pocket-book or belt: but you must pin it in.

Now, here is Sammy's money--for his travelling expenses and his other necessities; I have calculated that that will be enough for a four months' trip, and you wont want to stay longer than that.