33/38 "You crafty, wily, cunnin' old fox! I'm for you! Of all the holy shows, you've made Bill and me the worst--'specially me. 'There, there!' you says, consolin' me up like I was a kid with a cracked jug. 'There, there! Never mind--I'll give you one!' Deah, oh, deah! I'll never be able to keep this still--never in the world. I'm bound to tell it on myself!" He wiped tears from his eyes and waved his hand helplessly. |