62 CAROLINE.

Beechnut's poetry. The boy looks out at the window.

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And sometimes when ’tis very showery,
Even the rail cars in the Bowery,
Get more than full.

Phonny had been very impatient and fretfal under the
pressure which he endured, but after hearing Beechnut’s
poetry he became much more good-natured about it.

But to return to the story. A woman who sat next to
the boy who was kneeling upon the seat, and who seemed
to have the care of him, took hold of him to take him
down, in order to make room for Beechnut when she saw
him coming in. But Beechnut prevented her.

“ Let him stay,” said he. “He likes to look out the
window, and I shall have room.”

So Beechnut crowded into the place that was left, be-
tween the boy and the end of the seat near the door,
leaving the boy kneeling where he was, on the seat.

The omnibus stopped from time to time as it passed
along the street, and various people got out. At last it
reached the street which led down to the post-office.
Beechnut pulled the string. The omnibus stopped. The
woman took the child down from the seat, and prepared.
to get out of the omnibus. Beechnut stepped down first,
and spread his umbrella. Then he helped the boy down,
and afterward the woman. He held his umbrella over
them until they reached the side-walk, for the omnibus
had stopped in the middle of the street. The woman
was young, and she had a very pleasant countenance, but
she was very plainly dressed. She thanked Beechnut
for his kindness, and then spread her own umbrella over
herself and her boy, and Beechnut walked away.

Beechnut went down a broad and straight street, lined
on both sides with magnificent buildings, and leading to-