He considered himself a youth and took a pride in being occasionally mistaken for a recruit, and here some newspaper had called him "granddaddy," and people had laughed! He was not even a father, except by law not Nature and that's no father at all, for Nature does not recognize law. He joked with Josephine about it, and she turned pale.

"It was for you, and you should have seen the need of a window." "But I never do see the obvious, you know," she laughed back. "And besides, you can knock a hole in the wall at any time. "Quite true; I had not thought of it," I replied, wagging my head sagely. "But have you thought of ordering the window-glass?

He talked a lot and laughed at the way Miss Honoria introduced him to all the family portraits, and the superior air in which she told him the history of each. I remember he called her Miss Icicle." "How did he happen to go there with you?" "We'd been to drive. He'd never seen the bluff and was interested in the battle fought there.

I believe you're in love with that young Martin. Then he apologized for his plain speaking, for he's always gentle in manner. And I defied him. And then, Jack, what do you think he did?" I sprang up in a fury. "What?" I cried. "He laughed!" said the signorina, with tragic intensity. "I couldn't stand that, so I joined the colonel in upsetting him. Ah, he shouldn't have laughed at me!"

"And you have the time now to read them." "I have, thank Well, I suppose I should say thanks to Mr. Stanley G. Fulton," he laughed, with some embarrassment. "I wish Mr. Fulton could know how much I do thank him," he finished soberly, his eyes caressing the rows of volumes on the shelves. "You see, when you've wanted something all your life " He stopped with an expressive gesture.

His wife heaved a deep sigh of apprehension, of renunciation, of monition. "Well, I'm glad you can feel so light about it, Basil." "Light? I feel gay! With Fulkerson at the helm, I tell you the rocks and the lee shore had better keep out of the way." He laughed with pleasure in his metaphor.

"I thought you were never coming," grumbled the stout girl, in her characteristic fashion. "I've heard those words before," giggled Marjorie. "Haven't you, Irma?" "Something very similar," laughed Irma. Jerry grinned broadly. "Shouldn't be surprised if you had," she admitted. "It's the first May I ever remember that it hasn't rained.

We was all down at the brook and Prillie Rogerson got mad at Paul about something . . . she's awful mean and horrid anyway, if she IS pretty . . . and said that his grandmother put his hair up in curl rags every night. Paul wouldn't have minded what she said, I guess, but Gracie Andrews laughed, and Paul got awful red, 'cause Gracie's his girl, you know.

Abou Hassan burst out laughing at these words, and fell backwards upon the bolster, which pleased the caliph so much that he would have laughed as loud himself, if he had not been afraid of putting a stop too soon to the pleasant scene he had promised himself.

His mother thought she must rebuke him. The boy laughed at the rebuke; he could not believe his mother was angry; then, in consequence, his mother boxed his ears. The boy left the room; behind the garden there was a fishpond; in that he drowned himself. "Well, is it necessary to take one's life for such a thing?