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"And some mathematics, too, the way he subtracts mist from mystery every time our brains get lost in a fog," Hal added, with a self-appreciative "tee-hee." Cub and Bud also laughed in spite of Hal's excusable self-appreciation. "Do you know, I don't feel nearly so mystified as I did before that talk with your father began," Bud announced.
"Absolutely, Bud, you fell asleep and let Tee-hee get ahead of you." "And meanwhile, what did you do?" Bud inquired pointedly. "I sat in judgment over your suggestions," Cub replied readily. "You fellows needed somebody to decide what your suggestions were worth. That's my function get me? my function." "Well, I was goin' to vote for Tee-hee's idea," said Bud with slight tone of resentment.
Fortunately there was a substantial rug between his descending number 8's and the floor. "That's what I call brains, Tee-hee," he declared, reaching over and planting a hearty slap on the author of this ingenuity. "You deserve a bonus. The scheme is hereby adopted." "Without consulting me?" demanded Bud with very good simulation of hurt dignity.
Blowsalinda, of the Red Lion, picked up the big bass that usually lay within the porch, and carrying it clumsily against her breast, moved off round the corner of the public-house, her petticoat gaping behind. Halfway she met the hostler, with whom she stopped in amorous dalliance. He said something to her, and she laughed loudly and vacantly. The silly tee-hee echoed up the street.
This reply, commonplace enough, might have passed unnoticed had there not been a note of tragedy in her deep contralto voice. "Why, what's the matter?" I asked. "Don't you know?" she demanded, scowling at Henrietta's silly, vacant "tee-hee." "Know? Know what?" I asked. "That I'm a grass-widow." "A grass-widow!"
In a few moments the three were inside, with a sawhorse against the door. Then Captain Eri pantingly sat down on an overturned bucket and laughed until the tears came into his eyes. "That's it, laff!" almost sobbed Captain Jerry. "Set there and tee-hee like a Bedlamite. It's what you might expect.
When Stella Schump was adjusting her black sleevelets next morning, somewhat obviously oblivious of the optical department across the aisle, a blond, oiled head leaned out at her. "Mornin'. Goo-goo!" A flush that she could feel rush up and that would not be controlled threw her into a state of agitation that was almost abashing to behold. "Tee-hee!" "Believe me, Bettina, those are some goo-goos!"
But Bud would blurt out something now and then that seemed to startle Cub into a mood of reflection, and whenever Cub reflected his dominance wavered. Tee-hee was able to accomplish the same effect without a "blurt". Tee-hee was sly, "as sly as they make 'em", but it was a kind of slyness that commands respect.
Frog the tailor burst out laughing, right in his face. And again his eyes rolled from Bobby's head to his feet, and back again, in a most unpleasant leer. "What on earth do you see to laugh at?" Bobby Bobolink demanded. "Tee-hee!" Mr. Frog giggled. "Don't you know?" "No, I don't!" Bobby snapped. "It's your clothes!" Mr. Frog told him. "You've got them on upside down!"
Cub demanded. "That's a good one on you, son," laughed the latter's father. "I thought you were the highbrow of your bunch; but here's our subtle Tee-hee putting a bit of clever phraseology over on you." "Oh, I know what he means," Cub rejoined with a panicky haste to recover lost prestige. "I was just giving him a dig. He's forever giving me one, whenever I come along with anything of that kind."
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