Ha, ha, ha! Hee, hee! Ho, ho!" The Chief wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes with the bottom hem of his white robe, and all the other Horners wiped their eyes on their robes, for they had laughed just as heartily as their Chief at the absurd joke.
"Then," said Scraps, "their understanding of the understanding you meant led to the misunderstanding." "Exactly; and so there's no need for us to apologize," returned the Chief.
"No need for an apology, perhaps, but much need for an explanation," said Scraps decidedly.

"You don't want war, do you ?" "Not if we can help it," admitted Jak Horner.

"The question is, who's going to explain the joke to the Horners?
You know it spoils any joke to be obliged to explain it, and this is the best joke I ever heard." "Who made the joke ?" asked Scraps.
"Diksey Horner.

He is working in the mines, just now, but he'll be home before long.

Suppose we wait and talk with him about it?
Maybe he'll be willing to explain his joke to the Hoppers." "All right," said Scraps.