For Tobe was rolling about the room in an ecstasy of uproarious mirth.
"They say Tobe is wellnigh out'n his mind," remarked Mrs. Trimble.
Tobe set down the pitcher as gingerly as if it had been a soap-bubble.
Fact is, I was expectin' to hear that she and Tobe Loveland was married or engaged.
I knew Tobe was a poor loser, but I didn't think he'd be so low down as all that.
Through this harangue Uncle Tobe worked on, outwardly composed.
And Uncle Tobe was not given to nervousness, which made it worse.
Made a pitcher o' me this summer, bein' buckjumped by old Tobe.
The men worked busily at the wagon and Tobe sat watching them.
Captain Leigh laid his hand on Tobe's shoulder, and spoke his name.