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"Never mind, Darry; if I had a lot of money I'd buy you the biggest and softest mattress I could find, so that you'd have nothing to do but lie off by yourself, look up at the green leaves and dream your summers away. That lying on your back and looking up at the sky is what you call reverie, isn't it?" "Quit your kidding!" ordered Dave.

Mary V loves that there Venus stuff, and kissin' her snow-white hand, same as a cat loves snow. Jealous that's what's bitin' Mary V." Johnny was sorting letters, mostly circulars and "follow up" letters from various aviation schools. He looked up suspiciously at Tex, but Tex manifested none of the symptoms of sly "kidding." Tex was smoking meditatively and gazing absently at Johnny's suitcase.

Can't you realize that this is the same war that you have been carrying on in England and America against the master class? You hold the rifles, you work the guns to shoot us with, and you are playing the contemptible part of the scab. Comrade, don't do it! "You are kidding yourself that you are fighting for your country. The capitalist class places arms in your hands.

"Of course," I goes on, "if it's only a case of adoption " "Say," she breaks in, her eyelids gettin' narrow, "some of you cerise blondes ought to be confined to the comic strips. Who do you think you're kidding, anyway?" "Sorry, Mirabelle," says I, "but you're all wrong. This is straight heart-to-heart stuff. You know you've been stringin' Vincent along." "Suppose I have?" demands Mirabelle.

"Stop your kidding, Bob," said the sheriff, impatiently. He took a rapid stride forward and with one quick sweep of the arm ripped back the curtain. Then he fell back staring, dumb with surprise. For there stood the Black Pearl alone, a man's coat buttoned across her bare chest, and beneath it the froth of her rose-colored silk petticoats.

"I'll bet there's some monkey business going on somewhere!" ventured Harry. "Why should he send up smoke signals for help and then tell us to keep away because of danger. He's kidding us!" "I think I can see someone running toward us through those trees and bushes over there!" announced Arnold standing and pointing. A figure broke from the cover of the bushes indicated just as Arnold spoke.

While the fisherman was telling me this woeful story, I fancied I heard voices from a crowd of the bigger boys collected under a smack, voices that said, "Ho! ho! Go on! you're kidding the man!" Is there much "kidding" in this business of fish? Some people say that the smacks never put to sea until the men have spent every shilling they have got, and are obliged to sail.

"What I bet," observed Baird, "I bet he'd 'a' done that album stuff even better than he did if I'd actually put his own pictures in, the way I'm going to for the close-ups. I was afraid he'd see it was kidding if I did, or if I told him what pictures they were going to be. But I'm darned now if I don't think he'd have stood for it.

So he said "Well its hard to tell because you stole some of mine and read it and not only that but you showed it to the whole A. E. F. so now stand up and take what's comeing to you." Well Al I thought he was just kidding so I says "I come over here to fight Germans and not 1 of my own pals."

He was about to indulge in what he would have termed a little "kidding" of the girl, but wisely refrained after another shrewd reading of her face. Jean looked at the three men, who had taken it for granted that they might leave their intimate study of the clay bank and were coming toward her.