All hands laughed at the coincidence.

And there was even greater merriment when the Browns arrived with two pairs of flatirons.
But when Mr.and Mrs.Robinson came in with another pair of flatirons, the laughter became perfectly convulsive.
There was, however, something less amusing about it when the Thompsons arrived with four flatirons wrapped in brown paper.

And Potts' face actually looked grave when the three Johnson girls were ushered into the parlor carrying a flatiron apiece.

Each one of the succeeding sixty guests brought flatirons, and there was no break in the continuity until old Mr.Curry arrived from Philadelphia with a cast-iron cow-bell.

Now, Potts has no earthly use for a cow-bell, and at any other time he would have treated such a present with scorn.