"I have not traveled enough to be able to judge," said Grit.
"Very likely. At your age I had traveled a good deal. My father was a rich merchant, and as I was fond of roving, he sent me on a voyage to the Mediterranean on one of his vessels. I was sixteen at that time."
"I wonder whether this is true, or not," thought Grit.
"I enjoyed the trip, though I was seasick on the Mediterranean. It is really more trying than the ocean, though you might not imagine it. Don't you think you would enjoy a trip of that sort?"
"Yes; I am sure I would," said Grit, with interest.
"Just so; most boys of your age are fond of traveling. Perhaps I might find it in my way to gratify your wishes. Our corporation is thinking of sending a traveler to Europe. You are rather young, but still I might be able to get it for you."
"You know so little about me," said Grit sensibly, "that I wonder you should think of me in any such connection."
"That is true. I don't know anything of you, except what you have told me."
"That isn't much," thought Grit.