"You're NOT blase," she declared. "I never saw any one less so. If
you fight with as much energy as you enjoy yourself you must be a
fine soldier indeed!"
"Oh, I am!" returned the captain, laughing. "I'm one of Uncle
Sam's noblest heroes! He hasn't realised it yet, because I've not
had a real good chance to prove it, but I shall, some day."
"Perhaps you could show other people, without waiting for Uncle
Sam's turn."
A slight earnestness in Patty's tone made Captain Sayre look at
her quickly.
"I'll show you now," he said. "Give me chance for a brave, heroic
deed, and watch me hit it off!"
"I will!" said Patty, with twinkling eyes. "But it's Secret
Service. I mean Sealed Orders. I'll lead you to it, but you may
'hit it off' without realising it."
"Lead on, fair lady! From now, you are my superior officer."
But Patty turned the subject then, and the pair went gaily on,
stopping often to chat with groups of young people, or to admire
some decorations.
At last, Patty adroitly managed that they should pause near Mona,
who stood talking with Lora Sayre and Jack Pennington. Patty's
quick eyes saw that Mona was ill at ease, and that the others were
including her in their conversation merely through a perfunctory
politeness.
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