The railway mania was, as may be judged, a grand time for happy jack.
We married, and I have every reason still to call myself “happy jack.”
The bronzed face of "happy jack" broke into wreaths of smiles and happy laughter.
In the first place, the doorway would be altogether too small for happy jack.
"I really believe he can't fold his hands," said happy jack to himself, but speaking aloud.
But old Applehead rose up and shook an indignant finger at happy jack.
Before trying to fasten "happy jack" to a post, drill holes in the base for nails or screws.
"She's all right," observed happy jack, wagging his head and smiling as he watched her off.
happy jack squealed with sudden fright and started for the top of that tree as only happy jack can climb.
On a windy day "happy jack" will be a whole circus out on the clothes-line post.