“Summerlee burst into derisive laughter. 'A ptero-fiddlestick!' said he. 'It was a stork, if I ever I saw one.”
“If somebody had said last week that I'd be in... involved... with a human, I'd have knocked his head off. I mean, after howls of derisive laughter. But.”
“He burst into one of his rare fits of laughter as he turned away from the picture. I have not heard him laugh often, and it has always boded ill to somebody.”
“Do you ever find yourself bursting into a sort of lunatic laughter at the sheer prettiness of things?”
“I see you,” he said ever so softly. I knew exactly what he meant, because I too saw myself for the first time.”
“I will tell the stork-man.”