Sibyl's voice rose and culminated in a scream of renewed hilarity.
"BIBBS! She waited in the grave-yard, and drove home with him from
JIM'S FUNERAL! Never spoke to him before! Jim wasn't COLD!"
She rocked herself back and forth upon the divan. "Bibbs!" she
shrieked. "Bibbs! Roscoe, THINK of it! BIBBS!"
He stared unsympathetically, but her mirth was unabated for all that.
"And yesterday," she continued, between paroxysms--"yesterday she came
out of the house--just as he was passing. She must have been looking
out--waiting for the chance; I saw the old lady watching at the
window! And she got him there last night--to 'PLAY' to him; the
old lady gave that away! And to-day she made him take her out in a
machine! And the cream of it is that they didn't even know whether he
was INSANE or not--they thought maybe he was, but she went after him
just the same! The old lady set herself to pump me about it to-day.
BIBBS! Oh, my Lord! BIBBS!"
But Roscoe looked grim. "So it's funny to you, is it? It sounds
kind of pitiful to me. I should think it would to a woman, too."
"Oh, it might," she returned, sobering. "It might, if those people
weren't such frozen-faced smart Alecks.
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