Finally he stopped long enough to say, “By Gosh, Leony, ya must have a good sense o’ humor to be able to laugh at a joke on yerself!” And he burst into a guffaw again.
I was doubled up by this time, but I managed to gasp out, “I’m not laughing at that, you big goof! I’m laughing because I put on all the cards to go with those flowers,
“‘From Private Garlotz and Sergeant
Canwick, with hopes for a speedy recovery.’
Now laugh that off!”
“What!” he demanded.
I repeated the text of the cards and added, “And I ordered flowers to be delivered every morning for the next ten days!”
“O God Almighty!” he groaned.
He couldn’t see anything to laugh at now.
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