George called her attention by a wink to any picturesque or queer figure that passed.

He liked to watch her quiet brown eyes gleam with fun.

Nobody had such a keen sense of the ridiculous as his mother.

Sometimes, at the mere remembrance of some absurd idea, she would go off into soft silent paroxysms of laughter until the tears would stream down her cheeks.
George was fond and proud of his childish little mother.

He had never known any body, he thought, so young or so transparent.