“Ten miles off! Did you walk all that?”
The boy nodded.
“Did your pa and ma know it?”
“No.”
“Come now, here’s another slice,” said Betty, “and I’ll put some butter on it, if you’ll tell me what you did it for?”
“I wanted to run away.”
“Goodness! What for? Did your folks treat you bad?”
“No.”
“What then?”
“I wanted to travel.”