Another woman looked up.

I grinned, and they giggled.

Demoralization swept around the circle.

Honest laughter snuffed out artificial grief.

My mother at last looked up, with red and astonished eyes, and I was banished from the feast of tears.
I returned promptly to my playmates in the street, who were amusing themselves, according to the custom on that sad anniversary, by pelting each other with burrs.