"Have I what?" says he.
"Oh," I says, "traveled. Well, I guess you have seen all the things and places there are to see, haven't you?"
"I've done a turn or two," he says. "Why? Are you interested in travel?"
"Oh, yes," I says; "but—of course—"
"Do you want to travel?" he says, turning to look at me.
"Why," I says; "but I mean—"
He stopped the car for the policeman at the next corner.
"Because," he says, leaning on the wheel again, "if you want to travel, you shall travel."
It was almost what Mr. Ember had said. I was so thankful that now I knew enough to answer nice, and not the awful way I had done to Mr. Ember.