laughter

I hate the forced laughter, the awkward posing, and the concept of talking about absolutely nothing just to be polite.

Both her parents laughed at that, but it was the kind of laughter meant to keep things cheerful when sadness is right beneath the surface.

Mrs. Apple was puzzled at first by the children’s uncontrollable laughter, but eventually she simply laughed along.

Lady Constance’s trilling laughter was like the shattering of a window.

From distant rooms she heard men’s voices, gruff and serious, or ringing out with bold laughter.