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Version 1.0 of Have Space Suit will Travel
HAVE SPACE SUIT WILL TRAVEL
by Robert A. Heinlein
Chapter 1
You see, I had this space suit.
How it happened was this way:
"Dad," I said, "I want to go to the Moon."
"Certainly," he answered and looked back at his book. It was Jerome K.
Jerome's Three Men in a Boat, which he must know by heart.
I said, "Dad, please! I'm serious."
This time he closed the book on a finger and said gently, "I said it
was all right. Go ahead."
"Yes ... but how?"
"Eh?" He looked mildly surprised. "Why, that's your problem, Clifford."
Dad was like that. The time I told him I wanted to buy a bicycle he
said, "Go right ahead," without even glancing up-so I had gone to the
money basket in the dining room, intending to take enough for a bicycle.
But there had been only eleven dollars and forty-three cents in it, so
about a thousand miles of mowed lawns later I bought a bicycle. I hadn't
said anymore to Dad because if money wasn't in the basket, it wasn't
anywhere; Dad didn't bother with banks-just the money basket and one next
to it marked "UNCLE SAM," the contents of which he bundled up and mailed
to the government once a year. This caused the Internal Revenue Service
considerable headache and once they sent a man to remonstrate with him.
First the man demanded, then he pleaded. "But, Dr. Russell, we know
your background. You've no excuse for not keeping proper records."
"But I do," Dad told him. "Up here." He tapped his forehead.
"The law requires written records."
"Look again," Dad advised him. "The law can't even require a man to
