"Oh, Indiana can tell you any number of legends about these parts. She picks them up from the guides," said Mrs. Bunker.
"I am always interested in the legends of a country. There is so much to be gleaned from them."
"Exactly, Lord Canning," said Mrs. Bunker. "That's what I think."
"I shall look forward to hearing them all, Miss Stillwater," said Lord Canning, "by the camp fire of course. Every night a story."
"Like Scheherezade in the Arabian Nights," said Indiana, "amusing the sultan to save her head."
"Ha, ha, ha, ha. Quite so, Miss Stillwater," laughed Lord Canning.
"But I don't think my stories would last a hundred and one nights, Lord Canning," replied Indiana, putting her hands behind her back, and meeting his persistent gaze mischievously.
"Too bad," he answered, contemplatively. "I should hate to cut off that head. Don't you know anything else appropriate for a camp fire, which might serve to amuse me, and prolong your life. Can you tell fortunes?"
"Oh, Indiana's great at that!" said Mrs. Bunker.
"Good—by cards or consulting the palm?"