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"Too hot for such things," declared the captain.
"Then, these tents all about, have interesting inhabitants.
There's a fortune teller in one, I know."
"Fortune tellers are never interesting. They just make up a lot of
stuff with no sense to it."
"But lots of things with no sense to them are interesting,"
laughed Patty. "I begin to think, Captain Sayre, that you're
blase. I never met any one before who was really blase. Do tell me
how it feels."
"Nonsense, child, you're poking fun at me. I'm not blase at all."
Captain Sayre was not more than five or six years older than
Patty, but he had the air of a man of the world, while Patty's
greatest charm was her simple, unsophisticated manner.
"I wish you were," she said, a little regretfully; "all the boys I
know are nice, enthusiastic young people, like myself, and I'd
like some one to be different, just for a change."
"Well, I can't. I assure you, I'm both nice and enthusiastic, if
not so awfully young."
Patty smiled up at him. "Prove it," she said, gaily.
"All right, I'll prove it by poking an inquisitive nose into every
tent on the place. Come on."
They went the rounds of the gay little festival, and so vivacious
and entertaining did the captain prove, that Patty confessed
frankly that she had misjudged him.
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