It was the one thing which environment had not been able to subdue, or even produce the effect of submission.

Annie Eustace was easily amused.

She had a scent for the humorous like a hound's for game, and her laugh was irrepressible.
"What on earth are you laughing at now ?" inquired Margaret Edes irritably.
"I was thinking," Annie replied chokingly, "of some queer long-legged birds I saw once in a cage in a park.

I really don't know whether they were ibises or cranes, or survivals of species, but anyway, the little long-legged ones all walked just the same way in a file behind a tall long-legged one, who walked precisely in the same way, and all of a sudden, I seemed to see us all like that.

Only you are not in the least like that tall, long-legged bird, Margaret, and you are the president of the Zenith Club." Margaret surveyed Annie with cool displeasure.