Mr.Gresley enjoyed it so much himself that he hardly noticed her fixed countenance.
Why does so deep a gulf separate those who have a sense of humor and those who, having none, are compensated by the conviction that they possess it more abundantly?
The crevasse seems to extend far inland to the very heights and water-sheds of character.

Those who differ on humor will differ on principles.

The Gresleys and the Pratts belonged to that large class of our fellow-creatures who, conscious of a genius for adding to the hilarity of our sad planet, discover an irresistible piquancy in putting a woman's hat on a man's head, and in that "verbal romping" which playfully designates a whiskey-and-soda as a gargle, and says "au reservoir" instead of "au revoir." At last, however, Hester nervously put her hand over the next sheet, as he read the final words of the last.
"Wait a moment," she said, hurriedly.

"This last page, James.

Might it not be well to reconsider it?
Is it politic to assume such great ignorance on the part of Nonconformists?
Many I know are better educated than I am." "My dear," said Mr.Gresley, "ignorance is at the root of any difference of opinion on such a subject as this.