"Now, Jasper, what on top of yeth has tickled you so? A body to see you
would think that thar wan't nuthin' serious nowhar. Oh, I like to see a
man enjoy hisse'f, but--"
"But you don't," Jasper filled in, winking at Jim, who dodged as if an
acorn had been flipped at his eye. "Ma'm," he added, "blamed if I
believe a woman ever has a right good laugh after she's past thirty.
About that time nature turns down the lamp for her and she begins to see
shadows. If she does laugh much atter this it is at an enemy. She won't
laugh with you--she laughs at you. You've got to look funny to
her--you've got to have on suthin' that looks odd."
"Oh, I don't think so, Mr. Starbuck," Mrs. Mayfield replied. "It has
often been denied, but a woman has the true sense of humor, but--"
"Humor!" exclaimed the old fellow. "Why, she's got mo' than a day in
April."
"You misunderstand me. I mean that she has a true sense of fun. Being
more sensitive than man, some things that a man wouldn't notice, strike
her as ridiculous. To say that she has no fun would be to rob her of
sorrow, for the keenest sorrow comes after we have had our fun.
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