"I hope so," I says. "I do want to."
I thought he was waiting for me to look round at him; but there was a little dog in the automobile next to us, and I was watching that.
"When?" he says. "When?"
I says, "The gentleman blew his whistle."
He laughed, and started the car, and I went on with what I'd been wanting to say.
"I was thinking," I says, "you've probably seen a whole lots of folks, like I mean about. Well, I wanted to ask you: How do folks get different? I mean, when they've started in being like me?"
"What do you mean, child?" he says.
"Get different," I says. "Get like those women there yesterday."
"There wasn't a woman in the room yesterday who could hold a candle to you, and you know it," he says. "Ever since yesterday I've been cursing myself that I didn't follow you. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you come into that office this morning. Why in the world would you want to be different?"
I wanted to say, "Because I want something more than that in mine!" But I didn't. I spoke just regular.