laughing spells, until Toby would wonder whether he would ever
recover from it. Several times had Toby been awakened, and each time
he had seen the amusement his sufferings caused, until he finally
resolved to put an end to the sport by keeping awake.

"What is your name?" he asked of the driver, thinking a conversation
would be the best way to rouse himself into wakefulness.

"Waal," said the driver, as he gathered the reins carefully in one
hand, and seemed to be debating in his mind how he should answer
the question, "I don't know as I know myself, it's been so long
since I've heard it."

Toby was wide enough awake now, as this rather singular problem
was forced upon his mind. He revolved the matter silently for some
moments, and at last he asked, "What do folks call you when they
want to speak to you?"

"They always call me Old Ben, an' I've got so used to the name that
I don't need any other."

Toby wanted very much to ask more questions, but he wisely concluded
that it would not be agreeable to his companion.

"I'll ask the old man about it," said Toby to himself, referring to
the aged monkey, whom he seemed to feel acquainted with; "he most
likely knows, if he'll say anything."

After this the conversation ceased, until Toby again ventured to
suggest, "It's a pretty long drive, hain't it?"