"It has a lot to do with it. A garage man can trail along behind another car and figger out, figure out, just about what kind of a person the driver is from the way he handles his boat. Now you bite into the job. You drive pretty neat--neatly. You don't either scoot too far out of the road in passing a car, or take corners too wide. You won't be fussy. But still, I suppose you'll be glad to be back among your own folks and you'll forget the wild Milt that tagged along----" "Milt--or Mr. Daggett--no, Milt! I shall never, in my oldest grayest year, in a ducky cap by the fireplace, forget the half-second when your hand came flashing along, and caught that man on the running-board. But it wasn't just that melodrama. If that hadn't happened, something else would have, to symbolize you. It's that you--oh, you took me in, a stranger, and watched over me, and taught me the customs of the country, and were never impatient. No, I shan't forget that; neither of the Boltwoods will." In the rose-haze of firelight he straightened up and stared at her, but he settled into shyness again as she added: "Perhaps others would have done the same thing. I don't know. If they had, I should have remembered them too. But it happened that it was you, and I, uh, my father and I, will always be grateful. We both hope we may see you in Seattle. What are you planning to do there? What is your ambition? Or is that a rude question?" "Why, uh----" "What I mean---- I mean, how did you happen to want to go there, with a garage at home? You still control it?" "Oh yes. Left my mechanic in charge. Why, I just kind of decided suddenly. I guess it was what they call an inspiration. Always wanted a long trip, anyway, and I thought maybe in Seattle I could hook up with something a little peppier than Schoenstrom. Maybe something in Alaska. Always wished I were a mechanical or civil engineer so----" "Then why don't you become one? You're young---- How old are you?" "Twenty-five." "We're both children, compared with Je--compared with some men who are my friends. You're quite young enough to go to engineering school. And take some academic courses on the side--English, so on. Why don't you? Have you ever thought of it?" "N-no, I hadn't thought of doing it, but---- All right. I will! In Seattle! B'lieve the University of Washington is there." "You mean it?" "Yes. I do. You're the boss." "That's--that's flattering, but---- Do you always make up your mind as quickly as this?" "When the boss gives orders!" He smiled, and she smiled back, but this time it was she who was embarrassed. "You're rather overwhelming. You change your life--if you really do mean it--because a _jeune fille_ from Brooklyn is so impertinent, from her Olympian height of finishing-school learning, as to suggest that you do so."