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"There is but Claudius, the brother of Germanicus," interposed the host curtly. "Germanicus' brother to succeed Germanicus' son," said another with a contemptuous shrug of the shoulders. "And he is as crazy as his nephew," added Caius Nepos.
But the family was crazy about her, and when they heard of it, they gave him the place of attendant in the office downstairs and the two rooms back of the office to live in. He was just a peasant boy, and she reads the Bible all day and goes to prayer-meeting at night."
Then, as Babie made no answer, Sydney gave her a squeeze, and whispered, "I know!" "Who told you?" asked Babie, with eyes on the fire. "Mamma, when I was crazy with Cecil for caring for a pretty face instead of real stuff. She thought it would hurt Duke if I went on." "Does he care still?" said Babie, in a low voice. "Oh, Babie, don't you feel how much?"
Don't you remember the old song I used to sing of course you do, child as I rubbed the clothes on the board: 'Let Him in, He is your friend, let Him in, He is your friend; He will keep you to the end let Him in! Of course you remember it, boy, and you have been fighting Him with all your might for six months now, and since Jane went, the fight is driving you crazy can't you see, John?"
"It was a crazy thing, but John had really persuaded him, and John was too young to have any judgment. But he said the Astors were buying up there, and land was almost given away." "I don't know what it's good for," declared Aunt Frasie. "Why it'll be forty years before the city'll go out there. Well, it may be good for his grandchildren." They all gave a little laugh.
They're out here with some crazy idea in their tops. They can't interfere with our plans any." "You'd better not be too sure about that," chuckled Tad. "Perhaps one of them may if he has the good luck to get out of here without being discovered." "What's the plan, Bluff?" "So that's his name? I'll remember that," muttered Tad. "That's what I wanted you boys to meet me here for.
I saw one man yesterday who had gone crazy on the battlefield. He looked like a terror stricken animal afraid of everybody, and hiding under the sheet at the slightest approach. When I came in he cowered back against the wall shaking from head to foot. I put a big bunch of flowers on the bed, and in a flash his hands were stretched out for them, and a smile came to his lips.
The last paragraph of Allen's letter Betty read and reread, finally through a mist of tears that blurred the words and ran them in together. "It won't be long," he wrote, "before we fellows will receive the orders that we've all been crazy for the orders that will take us to the front. And then, Betty, there's not a Hun that can stand before me.
"Jim, how about guns?" asked the bandit. "I've got two," replied Cleve. "Good! There's no telling Jim, I'm afraid of the gang. They're crazy. What do you think?" "I don't know. It's a hard proposition." "We'll get away, all right. Don't worry about that. But the gang will never come together again." This singular man spoke with melancholy. "Slow up a little now," he added.
He lost all self-control, even the consciousness of his own identity; and his closest friends in New Salem pronounced him insane, crazy, mad. They watched him with especial vigilance on dark and stormy days.
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