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"Speakin' for li'l old Tim Ryan, that ain't no joke, neither. Lookit all the girls givin' us the laff. Who are them tall ones that's been rushin' the grub? Waitresses or somethin'?" "Those are the chief's wives," Lourenço explained. "Huh? Gosh! he's one brave guy, that feller! Two four six eight nine of 'em! Swell lookers, too. I s'pose he has his pick o' the whole crowd here."
He meant well. But it is quite a nack for pardners to know jest when to cry, and when to laff. Wall, he follered up that spring, and drinked more, fur more than wuz good for him of that water. And then anon, he would hear of another one, and some dretful big story about it, and he would foller that up, and so it went on, he a follerin' on, and I a bein' megum, and drinkin' stiddy, but moderate.
"No," says you; "if I AM remarkabble for anythink, it's for my study and delineation of character; THAT is presizely the pint to which my littery purshuits have led me." Have you read "Jil Blaw," my dear sir? Have you pirouzed that exlent tragady, the "Critic?" There's something so like this in Sir Fretful Plaguy, and the Archbishop of Granadiers, that I'm blest if I can't laff till my sides ake.
She's kep' a stiff upper lip an' told folks she al'ays expected to live alone when Orville got married. Emarine's all worked up. I believe the Lord hisself must 'a' sent gran'ma Eliot here to talk like an angel unawares. I bet she'd go an' ask Mis' Parmer over here to dinner if she wa'n't afraid I'd laff at her fer knucklin' down. I'll have to aggravate her.
* In the long dialogues, we have generally ventured to change the peculiar spelling of our friend Mr. Yellowplush. The little Frenchman was quite in extasis; he found himself all of a suddn at the very top of the trea; and the laff for onst turned against his rivle: he actialy had the ordassaty to propose to my lady in English to take a glass of wine.
I know one ting, dey would not have laff if dey had been in deir grandfather's coat when dis hole was made right through it into his arm." Clump held up his right arm and showed the bullet-hole in the coat, and what he declared to be the stain of blood still on it; and he then continued in a triumphant strain
We never have anything fit to eat since Jane's gone to havin' beaux; my cookin' aint fit for a hawg to eat." "I aint a-goin' to eat it, then," roared Councill in vast delight at his joke on himself. "I'll go over and eat with Marm Jennings." They all laughed at this. "Tell us so't we c'n laff," called Mrs. Smith, coming over to see what they did have. "Where's Brad?" said Mrs.
The streaming eyes blinked absurdly. Behind him, with a whirring sound, a metallic voice assailed them in a gabble of words, at first husky and broken, then clear, nasal, a voice from neither Europe nor Asia, but America: "Then did I laff? Ooh, aha-ha ha ha, Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! I could not help but laffing, Ooh, aha-ha ..."
"At the bank at Seal Bay," she said hastily, lest her abstraction should be noticed. "You keep it all there?" "No." Keeko shook her head. "But I'll have to this. It's just too big. I'd be scared to carry it with me." Marcel laughed again. "That 'scare' again," he said. Then he turned, and for a moment gazed at the perfect profile which showed up against the growing dusk. "Say, you make me laff.
"Guess I'll eat right away, and after that we'll get along an' take a peek at these folks. The boys got the snow clear outside?" "Him dig much. Snow plenty gone." "Good. And little Marcel?" Steve enquired, with a tender smile. "Has he been digging?" The squaw's eyes lit. "Oh, yes, him boy dig. An' Julyman, an' him Oolak all laff. Boy dig all time, everywhere." An-ina laughed in her silent way.
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