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Updated: September 17, 2025
What you doing?... Oh, I got the blues, boy; honest I have. Blue as a cat.... I don't know just the indigoes. Nothing much. Ain't lit up, are you, honey?... Sure I will. Don't bring a crowd. Just you and me. I'll walk down to Gessler's drug-store and you can pick me up there.... Quit your kidding.... Ten minutes. Yeh. Good-by."
And, at home, Istra was out. He went resolutely down and found Nelly alone, sitting on a round pale-yellow straw mat on the steps. He sat by her. He was very quiet; not at all the jovial young man of the picnic properly following the boarding-house-district rule that males should be jocular and show their appreciation of the ladies by "kidding them."
He took one look at me and let out a roar like a lion's. "'What are you doing in here? he yelled. This is a respectable place! Get out of here! "'Wait a minute, I says. 'I've got a telegram from the manager of the Ball Club to report here, and if I make good I'll get a contract. "'Are you kidding? he says. 'Who in the world ever recommended you? "'Howard Wakefield did, I said.
"Oh, the middies haven't changed a lot since I boned at Annapolis!" Pennington's nose was no very lovely member of his face at that moment. It had been struck hard, mashed rather flat, and now looked like a red bulb. "Meet with an accident, Pen?" asked Hallam curiously at table. "Quit your kidding, please," requested Pennington sulkily.
Johnny grinned. "Sure, and I saw the goose when I came in. And you're Jack and the windmill is your beanstalk. Go climb it, Barney and cut out the fairy tales." "Naw, Johnny," Barney protested, "I ain't kidding. Miz Thompson got a gold egg from the hens this morning. At least, it looks kinda like gold but she says it ain't. See, here it is."
Or take those Hindu fakirs, Fay, who sit still and don't say a word for thirty years or until their fingernails grow to the next village. If Hindu fakirs can do that, computers can!" Looking as if he were masticating a lemon, Fay asked quietly, "Gussy, did you say you're working on an insanity novel?" Gusterson frowned fiercely. "Now you're kidding," he accused Fay.
And that night in the encircling gloom on the boat as we started on our martial adventures he began kidding the ocean. His idea was that he would get Wichita to vote bonds for one that would bring tide water to Main Street.
"I wouldn't know," admitted Joe. "Why? What's all this about?" "Haney and the Chief. Those two big apes have been kidding me as long as they could stay awake for what happened to me when I landed. Those infernal savages " Mike seethed. "They got my clothes off and they had me smeared all over with butter and forty-'leven necklaces around my neck and flowers in my hair!
"Carley, big women might even cross the bad places of modern life on stepping stones of their dead selves!" he went on, with something of mockery. "Surely a few physical steps are not beyond you." "Say, are you mangling Tennyson or just kidding me?" she demanded slangily. "My love, Flo could cross here with her eyes shut." That thrust spurred Carley to action.
After dinner we adjourned to the music room, where the Countess Annabelle entertained us as on the evening before, playing a number of selections on the piano, including one little song entitled, "Once I Loved A Spanish Maid," which she repeated a couple of times with the evident purpose of kidding her uncle about his forthcoming marriage with her maid Teresa.
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