For a moment she watched the slim brown hand, as carefully intent on this useless task, as if working on a canvas; then she suddenly withdrew her foot, feeling almost vexed with him for his inattention and apparent indifference.
Garth sat up instantly.

"It must have been awfully funny," he said.
"And how well you told it.

One could hear the fog-horn, and see the dismayed faces of the performers.

Like an earthquake, a fog-horn is the sort of thing you don't ever get used to.

It sounds worse every time.
Let's each tell the funniest thing we remember at a concert.