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Fox was hiding, and he stood ready to spring away, his body quivering with fright, and his pink eyes dilated. "Ha! Ha! Ha!" laughed Buster the Bear in a deep rumble, rolling over on his fat sides. "Ho! Ho! Ho! What a scare I gave you! Now we're quits. The joke's on you!" It took Bumper some time to realize that it was only a joke, and not a near tragedy for him.
I would, for the joke's sake, that it had been done.
She saw at a glance that, whatever the jest might be, Aunt Rachel was no sharer in it. "I know of no joke, Niece Ruth," said the old lady, with mincing iciness. "Theer's summat serious at the bottom on it, but the joke's atop, plain for annybody to see," said Fuller.
He came because the young lady is here." "Young lady?" "Yes, sir." "You don't mean he's in love?" "Yes, sir." "Well, I'm dashed. I'm really dashed. I positively am dashed, Jeeves." And I was too. I mean to say, a joke's a joke, but there are limits. Then I found my mind turning to another aspect of this rummy affair.
Young Dorn struggled to repress his own mirth, but unguardedly he happened to meet the dancing blue eyes of the girl, merry, provocative, full of youth and fun, and that was too much for him. He laughed with them. "The joke's on me," said Anderson. "An' I can take one.... Now, young man, I think I gathered from your amiable dad that if the crop of wheat was full I'd get my money.
"He was a waggish fellow," says Lewis, "and would not lose any thing for the joke's sake when he was putting his tricks upon others, so he was obliged to submit cheerfully to what was inflicted upon him, being at our mercy to play him off well, which we did accordingly."
"Solomon Owl says that he doesn't care to meet you at all," Simon Screecher explained. "He says he has heard about you before and that you're a tough old bird." "I'm not!" Turkey shrieked. "I'm very tender and I'm not ten years old." "Solomon Owl says he doesn't care to bother with any but the very youngest Turkeys." "Well," Turkey Proudfoot retorted, "no matter what he says, the joke's on him.
Buchanan, in London, who, being a good-natured old gentleman, and anxious, just then, to gratify the universal Yankee nation, might, for the joke's sake, have got him admittance to the Queen, who had fairly laid herself open to his visit, and has received hundreds of our countrymen on infinitely slighter grounds.
"That," he said, "was my one great lie, my masterpiece. A year afterward I came up here on the mountain to be a hermit." "As a result of it?" asked Miss Norton. "Yes," answered Mr. Peters, "I told the story to a friend. I thought he was a friend so he was, but married. My wife got to hear of it. 'So you denied my existence, she said. 'As a joke, I told her. 'The joke's on you, she says.
Well the joke's on us all right, as the cowboys said when they hanged the wrong man." George Cowan rubbed his hands; the whole world had grown brighter. The political machine was the thing real team-play that's what it was. It's hard to beat the machine and the best of it all was, there was no harm done, and nobody hurt.
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