"M'sieu l' Nobody, he will play with us this afternoon! M'sieu l' Ticklefoot! That is heem, my Golemar, M'sieu l' Ticklefoot! Oh, ho--M'sieu l' Ticklefoot!" "What in thunder is the big idea ?" Barry Houston had lost his reserve now.

"I want to be a good fellow--but for the love of Mike let me in on the joke.

I can't get it.

I don't see anything funny in lying here with a broken arm and having my feet tickled.

Of course, I'm grateful to you for picking me up and all that sort of thing, but--" Choking back the laughter, Ba'tiste returned to the foot of the bed and stood wiping the tears from his eyes.
"Pardon, _mon ami_," came seriously at last.