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This priest was merry, full of fun and frolic; he could dance, sing, play cards, and tell admirably funny stories, such as would make even the devils laugh in their chains. Such was the influence and power this Franciscan had over my father and mother, that in our house, his word was law. He was our confessor, knew the secrets and sins, and all the weak points of every mind in the whole household.
As I said before, you'd be keeping me." "Keeping! I like your language. It's pure Moonstone, Thea, like your point of view. I wonder how long you'll be a Methodist." He turned away bitterly. "Well, I've never said I wasn't Moonstone, have I? I am, and that's why I want Dr. Archie. I can't see anything so funny about Moonstone, you know."
"'Why, why' have I made this evening such a point of our not all dining together? Well, because I've all day been so wanting you alone that I finally couldn't bear it, and that there didn't seem any great reason why I should try to. THAT came to me funny as it may at first sound, with all the things we've so wonderfully got into the way of bearing for each other.
Costigan then was absent, but Miss Fotheringay was at home washing the tea-cups whilst Mr. Bows sate opposite to her. "Just done breakfast I see how do?" said Mr. Foker, popping in his little funny head. "Get out, you funny little man," cried Miss Fotheringay. "You mean come in, answered the other.
They came back to it again when they had looked at all the others and speculated as to whether Carpaccio knew how funny he was when he painted Saint Jerome among the brethren, and whether in the last picture he was really in heaven as Ruskin reported. "So you think," said Peter, "she'd have been more satisfactory if the painter had thought Saint George meant to marry her?"
The picture was so true, although its satire wounded no one present, that laughter ran around the table. The Duchess, shaken by the suppressed merriment of fat persons, relieved herself by discreet chuckles. "Really, you are too funny!" she said at last; "you will make me die of laughter." Bertin replied, with some excitement: "Oh, Madame, in the polite world one does not die of laughter!
It is very warm all the year round in the Kongo Valley. So the people wear very little clothing. They rub their bodies with palm oil. They have a funny way of wearing their hair. While they are young their hair is braided. Then it is twisted into all sorts of knots and shapes. They do not untwist it, but keep it so always. They think these queer knots and shapes are very pretty.
"I can understand how people can say funny things with their mouths," she said, "but with their fingers that I don't understand. Poor fellow, obliged to push his belly in front of him! It's almost worse than when I was going to have Victor." "Cousin Victor, her youngest, who is so deucedly clever," said Otto, in explanation, giving Pelle a meaning wink.
"Who's the beautiful Senior with golden hair?" Winifred inquired. "I'd like to vote for her." Jane laughed heartily. Sometimes news of the upper school leaked into the lower, and she had heard Angela's views on all strenuous sports. "That's Angela Hollywood; she's awfully funny, but, oh dear, she can't play basket ball; why she's never even made the team." "Tell us who'll make it this year?"
"I am going to dine with old Weatherley," he announced. The girl smiled, a little wistfully. "How funny! But you will get a good dinner, won't you, Arnold? Eat ever so much, dear. Yesterday I fancied that you were getting thin. I do wish I could see what you have in the middle of the day." "Little mother!" he laughed. "To-day I gorged myself on poached eggs. What did Isaac give you?"
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