Joan soothed the outraged feline with a nervous laugh.

There was madness in the air.

In an interval of blank disgust in which he criticized the length of the cat's tail and the clarion quality of his yell, Kenny fumed off barnwards in search of Hughie.

His excitement was compelling.

Hannah headed a cloaked exodus from the kitchen, chirping an astonishment which she claimed was unprecedented in her quiet life.
They straggled up the orchard hill in a flutter.
It was snowing a little.