I could not in justice blame Ephraim Gundry for looking at me very often.
But I took good care not to look at him again unless he said something that made me laugh, and then I could scarcely help it.

He was sharp enough very soon to find out this; and then he did a thing which was most unfair, as I found out long afterward.

He bought an American jest-book, full of ideas wholly new to me, and these he committed to heart, and brought them out as his own productions.

If I had only known it, I must have been exceedingly sorry for him.

But Uncle Sam used to laugh and rub his hands, perhaps for old acquaintance' sake; and when Uncle Sam laughed, there was nobody near who could help laughing with him.