the cream was chiefly water, and the sugar chiefly flour; but
if they had been Simon Pure himself, was it anything but an
aggravation of the offence to have them with nothing to eat
them on?

"You might do as they do in France,--carry away what you don't
eat, seeing you pay for it."

"A pocketful of milk and water would be both delightful and
serviceable; but I might take the sugar," I added, with a
sudden thought, upsetting the sugar-bowl into a "Boston
Journal" which we had bought in the train. "I can never use
it, but it will be a consolation to reflect on."

Halicarnassus, who, though fertile in evil conceptions, lacks
nerve to put them into execution, was somewhat startled at this
sudden change of base. He had no idea that I should really act
upon his suggestion, but I did. I bundled the sugar into my
pocket with a grim satisfaction; and Halicarnassus paid his
thirty cents, looking--and feeling, as he afterwards told
me--as if a policeman's grip were on his shoulders. If any
restaurant in Boston recollects having been astonished at any
time during the summer of 1862 by an unaccountably empty
sugar-bowl, I take this occasion to explain the phenomenon.
I gave the sugar afterwards to a little beggar-girl, with a
dime for a brace of lemons, and shook off the dust of my feet
against Boston at the "B. & W. R. R. D."

Boston is a beautiful city, situated on a peninsula at the
head of Massachusetts Bay. It has three streets: Cornhill,