It seems--well, it does seem kind o' funny to
me."
"Why does it?" Fred inquired, preserving his gravity. "Why should it
seem funny to you?"
"I don't mean funny like something's funny you laugh at," Ramsey
explained laboriously. "I mean funny like something that's out of the
way, and you wonder how it ever happened to happen. I mean it seems
funny I'd ever be sittin' there on a bench with that ole girl I never
spoke to in my life or had anything to do with, and talkin' about the
United States goin' to war. What we were talkin' about, why, that seems
just as funny as the rest of it. Lookin' back to our class picnic, f'r
instance, second year of high school, that day I jumped in the creek
after-- Well, you know, it was when I started makin' a fool of myself
over a girl. Thank goodness, I got _that_ out o' my system; it makes me
just sick to look back on those days and think of the fool things I did,
and all I thought about that girl. Why, she-- Well, I've got old enough
to see now she was just about as ordinary a girl as there ever was, and
if I saw her now I wouldn't even think she was pretty; I'd prob'ly think
she was sort of loud-lookin'.
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