“Rather!”
“I wonder why?”
“There’s no why. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self.”
“Nobody does that,” said Ramage, and kept silence for a moment.
“But a boy—a boy goes out into the world and presently stands on his own feet. He buys his own clothes, chooses his own company, makes his own way of living.”
“You’d like to do that?”
“Exactly.”
“Would you like to be a boy?”
“I wonder! It’s out of the question, any way.”
Ramage reflected. “Why don’t you?”