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"She makes fun of so many things, and she tells you words that sound wrong when you pronounce them. I said something yesterday and the girls giggled and Miss Davis thought I did it purposely and I was marked down." "It was a very mean thing," Lilian's cheek glowed with indignation. "Then Miss Rosewald tells such funny stories.
You'd last about ten minutes in the American army. You're not our kind. There's only one army in the world that wants men who'll bully old women. You might get a job with them." The boys giggled. Claude beckoned impatiently. "Come along with that bell, kid." The boy rose slowly and climbed the bank out of the gully. As they tramped back through the cornfield, Claude turned to him abruptly.
When I managed to get a side-look at her quietly, without being giggled at or driven half mad by unintelligible incitements to a jocularity I could not feel, it struck me that, if we once found a common term of communication we should become good friends. But for the moment that modus vivendi seemed unattainable. She had not recovered from the first excitement of her capture of me.
He sat on a little low stool, and his plate was put on the floor in front of him. He would pick up his knife and fork, cut up his meat, and feed himself as deftly as possible. It was very funny." "Think of washing his feet before dinner, instead of his hands!" giggled Cricket. "Could he get his feet right up to his mouth?" asked Eunice. "Yes, easily. He was very limber."
"Then do you mean you're going to tell him my foolish remark?" she giggled. "No use," I said. "He knows it now. Every time he parts his hair he sees how good looking he is. He doesn't care. He says the only thing that counts with a man is to be big, strong, manly, and well educated." "Is he well educated?" "Yes, I think so, as far as he's gone," I answered.
"The same grand procession," giggled a girl who was a great admirer of Trevanion. "I say, Bob, I thought you were going to give Trevanion a game," said George Tresize, Nancy's younger brother. Captain Trevanion laughed confidently. He felt certain of victory now, and regarded the match as a walk over. "Five down is a big handicap," said Bob. "Still the match is young yet."
"That was because you hid behind the sofa when Uncle Herbert was courting her, and kidded them," giggled Leslie. A stray little twinkle of a dimple peeped out by the corner of Julia Cloud's mouth. It hadn't been out for a number of years, and she knew she ought not to laugh at such pranks now; but it was so funny to think of Herbert Robinson being kidded in the midst of his courting!
"No, it ain't me, it's my shadow!" came the answer as a boy, several years older than Phœbe, turned and waited for her. "Ach, David Eby," she giggled, "you're just like Aunt Maria says still you are always cuttin' up and talkin' so abody don't know if you mean it or what. Goin' in to town, too, once?" "Um-uh. Say, Phœbe, you want a rose to pin on?" he asked, turning to her with a pink damask rose.
He was sunk in a big chair, gaunt as a mummy now, and all the life in him seemed to burn in the bottom of his deep eye-sockets. At the sight of him I fiddled with my knuckles and giggled. "You are going it, Benlian!" I said. "Am I not?" he replied, in a voice that was scarcely a breath. "You meant me to bring the camera and magnesium, didn't you?" "Yes. Go ahead."
"What's at the other side of this wall?" asked Jones, as they passed along by the left hand barrier. Smithers giggled. "Girls," said he. "Girls! what sort of girls?" "Little ones with long hair and bigger ones; they learn their lessons there, it's a school. The gardener left his ladder there one day and I climbed up. There were a lot of girls there. I nodded to them, and they all came to the wall.