It was a very infectious laugh.

Though she sobered almost instantly, it left a ripple of mirth behind on the surface of their conversation.

He carried the tray away again when the meal was over, firmly refusing her offer to wash up.
"Mary Ann can do it in the morning," he said.
"Where is she now ?" asked Sylvia.
He sat down beside her, and took out his pipe.

"They are over in their own huts.

They don't sleep in the house." "Does no one sleep in the house ?" she asked quickly.
"I do," said Burke.
A sudden silence fell.