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Every now and then a low giggle would escape her lips, and she would put her thin, gnarled fingers to her mouth as if to hide her smile from some observer. "John Webb wasn't tuck in by it, I'll bet," she mused. "He ain't nobody's fool. John's got a long, cool head on 'im, he has. He kin see through a mill-rock without lookin' in at the hole."
Worrett's called: "Isaphiny, Isaphiny, come and see if you can open this door." "How funny!" whispered Johnnie, beginning to giggle. "Isaphiny" seemed to be upstairs; for presently they heard her running down, after which a fresh rattle began at the obstinate bolt. But still the door did not open, and at length Mrs. Worrett put her lips to the keyhole, and asked, "Who is it?"
"You don't expect us to walk tightrope, do you?" and she began to giggle. "No. I want you to unfasten the end of the rope. I want it clear that's it," said Hiram. "And it's long enough, I can see." "For what?" asked Sister. "Wait and you'll see," returned the young farmer, hastily coiling the rope again. He hung it over his shoulder and then started to climb the big sycamore.
And the widow gave a delicious little giggle as she lifted the sleeping baby from Mother Mayberry's lap and started down the steps. "Dearie me, Bettie," answered Mother with a laugh, "don't you know that poking up a woman's curiosity is mighty apt to start a yaller jacket to buzzing? I'll be by your house sometime before sundown myself."
"Ricky! For goodness sake, pull yourself together!" She looked up at him, round-mouthed in surprise at his sharpness. And then to his amazement she began to giggle, her giggles mixed with her sobs. "You do look so funny," she gasped, "like the stern father of a family. Why don't you fight back always when I get mean, Val?" He grinned back at her. "I don't know. Shall I, next time?"
A queer grimace, a surprised stare, an exasperating derisive giggle, were her only acknowledgments of his amorous attentions. "Ef I doesn't git eben wid dat niggah, den I eat a mule," he muttered more than once. But Chunk was in great spirits and a state of suppressed excitement. "'Pears ez ef I mout own mysef 'fo' dis moon done waxin' en wanin'," he thought. "Dere's big times comin, big times.
I'm going to take my sweetheart out to dinner, and I am a man who spends his money right. I'm not a cheap policeman!" Mary's face paled. Her blood boiled, and only the breeding of generations of gentlewomen restrained her from slapping the man's face. She watched Lorna, who could not restrain a giggle, as she took down a be-ribboned candy box, and began to fill it with chocolate dainties.
"Does he understand the arrangement?" was his question. "No, not yet," Mary admitted, without sign of embarrassment. "Well," Aggie said, with another giggle, "when you do get around to tell him, break it to him gently." Garson was intently considering another phase of the situation, one suggested perhaps out of his own deeper sentiments. "He must think a lot of you!" he said, gravely. "Don't he?"
Kitty was a worldly young woman, but she was also full of fun; and this question of Laura's amused her mightily, and with a suppressed giggle she answered demurely: "I think it has something to do with windows. The Windlows were English, and I believe their business was to open and shut the windows in the king's palaces, perhaps to wash them.
Be mine, Lena! be mine!" Then Lena would giggle. Not once, but seven giggles, something like those used in a spasm. Then she would reply, "No, Simpson; it cannot be. Fate wills it otherwise." Then Simpson would bite his finger-nails, pick his hat up out of the coal-scuttle, and say to Lena, "False one! You love Conrad, the floorwalker in the butcher shop.