They laughed together--she demurely, her lips closed tight, her little chin thrust out, her small pale nose, with its adorable little freckles, wrinkling; he roared with all the force of his lungs, his enormous mouth distended, striking sledge-hammer blows upon his knee with his clenched fist.
The lunch was delicious.

Trina and her mother made a clam chowder that melted in one's mouth.

The lunch baskets were emptied.

The party were fully two hours eating.

There were huge loaves of rye bread full of grains of chickweed.