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Page 28
"You'd look a lot better, Mona," said Patty, straightforwardly,
"if you didn't curl your hair so tightly."
"That's all very well for you to say," returned Mona, a little
pettishly, "for your hair is naturally curly, and you don't have
to use hot tongs."
"Some day I'll show you how to wave it more loosely; it'll be
prettier than those kinky frizzes."
"Well, these won't last long. The curl comes out of my hair as
soon as it's in. And it leaves straight wisps sticking out all
over."
"That's just it. To-morrow I'll show you a wiser and a better plan
of curling it."
"I wish you would, Patty. There are lots of things I want you to
advise me about, if you will."
This showed an unusually docile spirit in Mona, and Patty began to
think that she might help the girl in many ways during their stay
together.
They turned in at the Sayres' beautiful home, and found the
grounds gaily decked for the garden party. Bunting and banners of
various nations were streaming here and there. Huge Japanese
umbrellas shaded rustic settees, and gay little tents dotted the
lawn.
The girls went to the veranda, where Mrs. Sayre and her two
daughters were receiving their guests. There they were introduced
to several out-of-town visitors who were staying with the Sayres.
Captain Sayre, in a most impressive looking white uniform, asked
Patty to walk round the grounds with him.
"For," said he, as they strolled away, "there's nothing to do at a
garden party BUT walk round the grounds, is there?"
"Indeed there is!" cried Patty. "There's lots to do. There's
tennis and croquet and quoits and other games I see already."
"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.
"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!"
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