Ha-ha

He was much affected, said it was his lullaby when he was a baby, that she must stop or she would have him boo-hoo-ing right out. But he was ha-ha-ing a few moments after, and begging her “To take him for her lover, and let all those inconstant swains glide, they were not worth one of those invaluable pearls he saw in her eyes, when he met her.”

Out with the fashion that will let a man smile, but pronounces him vulgar if he ha-ha’s.

She ha-ha’d like a boy over the sport.

Though somewhat worn and excited, with several respectable swellings as a reminder of his experience with the new bait the boys had provided, he ha-ha-ed at the practical joke and carried it home with him that evening as the most enjoyable part of the afternoon’s trip.

Charlie had tipped back his chair, thrown back his head and was ha-haing at some pleasantry uttered by the man with the hay-colored hair.

“I’ve missed you, Bunny!” she said. I started laughing and Winnalee looked up and grinned. “What? I did!” She looked at Aunt Verdella, who was ha-ha’ing, and suddenly Winnalee’s eyes narrowed and her lips parted, as though she just realized it wasn’t 1961 anymore, and, in spite of still having the oomph of a shaken can of soda pop, Aunt Verdella had aged to old.

Arturo ha-ha’ed though his face showed no upturned mouth.

A few steps farther brought them out at the bottom of the very walk they had been talking of; and standing back, well shaded and sheltered, and looking over a ha-ha into the park, was a comfortable-sized bench, on which they all sat down.

This pathway ran up hill, across another open space covered with white incrustation, and plunged into a canebrake again. Then suddenly it turned parallel with the edge of a steep-walled gap, which came without warning, like the ha-ha of an English park,—turned with an unexpected abruptness. I was still running with all my might, and I never saw this drop until I was flying headlong through the air.

A moody stroll through the oaks and bracken beyond the ha-ha didn't help.