They were dressed alike, in new pale-blue frocks, and were both fresh, rosy, and bright.

Sonya ran away, but Natasha, taking her brother's arm, led him into the sitting room, where they began talking.

They hardly gave one another time to ask questions and give replies concerning a thousand little matters which could not interest anyone but themselves.

Natasha laughed at every word he said or that she said herself, not because what they were saying was amusing, but because she felt happy and was unable to control her joy which expressed itself by laughter.