having my savings bank taken away from me with all that was left in it. I haven't tried to be good since, much.”
We now got into a Broadway stage going down, and being unable, on account of the noise, to converse further upon those spiritual conflicts of Billy’s which so much interested me, we amused ourselves with looking out until just as we reached the Astor House, when he asked me where we were going.
“Where do you guess?” said I.
He cast a glance through the front window and his face became irradiated. Oh, there’s nothing like the simple, cheap luxury of pleasing a child, to create sunshine enough for the chasing away of the bluest adult devils!
“We’re going to Barnum’s,” said Billy, involuntarily clapping his hands.
So we were; and, much as stuck-up people pretend to look down at the place, I frequently am. Not only so, but I always see that class largely represented there when I do go. To be sure, they always make believe that they only come to amuse the children, or because their country cousins visit them; and never fail to refer to the vulgar set one finds there, and the fact of the animals smelling like anything but Jockey Club; yet I notice that after they've been in the hall three minutes they’re as much interested as any of the people they come to poh-poh, and only put on the high-bred air when they fancy some
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