"No," I says, "I mean true. I mean, learn things. Not school things, but how to do. How do you start out? I mean, if it's me?"
He kept looking at me, in between guiding his car.
"So that's it!" he says. "And you want me to tell you?"
"Yes!" I says. "More than anything else." He turned his car into a side street, and run it slow. We was almost to the factory, I judged. I could see smoke and big walls.
"You can have whatever schooling or training there is in this town that you want—or anywhere else," he says to me, "if you just say the word."
It was just the way Mr. Ember had spoken, and Mr. Ember had meant that I mustn't think there was nothing else for me only just what I'd got, if I was willing to work for something more. So I see the little young man must think as he did.
"It's nice to think so," I says.
"Do you mean it?" says he.
"Why, of course," I says. "Is this the factory?"
"You insist on trying for a job?" he says.