"Yes, you may have one," replied Alfred; "but don't tell the boys I
gave it to you, for I mean to sell the others."

"Then I 'll pay you for mine," continued Oscar; "I can get the money
out of father, I guess."

"No, you shan't pay for it, for I meant you should have one of them, if
you wanted it," replied Alfred.

"Thank you," said Oscar, "I should like one very much."

After looking at the dogs awhile, and canvassing their respective
merits, they happened to notice that one of the drivers was about
starting off with his coach.

"Halloo, Mack!" cried Alfred, "where are you going!"

"To the depôt," replied the driver.

"Let's go, Oscar," said Alfred; and both boys ran for the coach, the
driver stopping until they had climbed up to his seat.

A ride of five minutes brought them to the depôt, where the driver
reined up, to await the arrival of a train, which was nearly due. Many
other carriages, of various kinds, were standing around the depôt, for
the same purpose. Oscar and Alfred rambled about the building and
adjoining grounds, watching the operations that were going on; for
though they had witnessed the same operations many times before, there
is something quite attractive about such scenes, even to older heads