Of the male species
on the other side of the room, Lovell happened to be first in line. As
the corn came nearer and nearer to him, he began to look about wildly,
and to cough. His legs trembled violently with the effort he was making
to keep them close together. He accepted the pan of pop-corn with a
gesture of feverish haste, and proceeded to pour the contents into his
lap, but, as he poured they disappeared, and the faster he poured the
faster they disappeared, and the more strenuous exertions he made to keep
his legs close together, the wider seemed to grow the chasm through which
the corn went rattling down on to the floor, until Lovell's eyes began to
whirl in their orbits and drops of sweat stood out upon his forehead.
Harvey, who appreciated the situation and was bursting with a desire to
roar out his mirthful emotions, showed a kind heart above all, and turned
the tables nicely in poor Lovell's behalf.
"Look here, Lovell!" he cried; "that's a pretty trick to play on us
fellows, you rascal! you'd better let up on that, now!"
Lovell grasped at the idea as a drowning man might grasp at a good
substantial raft that should come floating down his way.
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