The
picture in that article was the picture of _Jib Jab, is he human?_ I knew
by the wavy hair and the look he had, that made me not know whether he was
jollying me or not. He had that very same look in the picture. I could
almost hear him speak to me. And I just couldn't take my eyes off it. Even
that funny kind of twinkle in his eye was there, just the same as when he
made Judge Dot mad.
"You and I are the only ones that saw his real face; that's one good
thing," Dorry said; "It's Jib Jab all right, hey?"
"Yes, it's Jib Jab," I said, kind of half dreaming, I was so surprised.
"And that's why you came out here; so as to read it and look at it all
alone. Dorry, if you got the hundred dollars and bought a motorcycle, you'd
fall off it and break your neck. You'd never get any fun out of a
motorcycle you bought that way."
"Give me the paper," he said.
"Here," I said, "take it."
I guess neither of us spoke for about a minute. All the while I could hear
the cricket chirping, it was so quiet.
"You heard what Harry told him about how they'd had their fun already,"
Dorry said; "you heard what he told them--about how they'd had their fun
already--didn't you? Now it's _our_ turn.
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