by rail and ten by stage. I suppose
you've had a great many adventures!"

"Oh, yes!" I cried, and ached to tell
them, but feared this was not the place.
I saw my uncle respectfully helping the
bishop to alight, and heard him inquir-
ing for his health, and the bishop an-
swering in his kind, deep voice, and
saying I was indeed a good traveller
and saw all there was to see -- and a lit-
tle more. The king shook hands with
me, and this time said two words:
"Good luck." Uncle had no idea who
he was -- no one had seen him before.
Uncle didn't quite like his looks. But
I did. He was uncommon; he was dif-
ferent. I thought of all those people in
the train who had been so alike. And
then I remembered what unexpected
differences they had shown, and turned
to smile at my uncle.

"I should say I have had adven-
tures!" I cried.

"We'll get home to your aunt," he
said, "and then we'll hear all about
them."