The dead are dead, an' you can bet your sweet life they just keep on stayin' dead." Mary put her hand over his mouth and began to chide him for his awfulness, whereupon he kissed the palm of her hand and put his head closer to hers.
The merry clatter of dishes was increasing as the dining-room filled up.
Here and there voices were raised in snatches of song.

There were shrill squeals and screams and bursts of heavier male laughter as the everlasting skirmishing between the young men and girls played on.

Among some of the men the signs of drink were already manifest.

At a near table girls were calling out to Billy.

And Saxon, the sense of temporary possession already strong on her, noted with jealous eyes that he was a favorite and desired object to them.
"Ain't they awful ?" Mary voiced her disapproval.