"It seems to me that your face laughs a lot," Nuella answered.

Boone's face suddenly crinkled and he laughed for the first time.

One face was laughing, the eyes of another were shedding tears.

The bland face was laughing at him, he could feel it, tell by looking at the back of the head.

The rigid face moved as if the real face behind it laughed.

And my face, so to speak, was laughing on its own account till I had it hid.

The face in the middle of the beast's torso laughed an ugly laugh.

The boy made a face, pretending he was scared, then laughed.

The faces are always smiling or laughing, even as they fall from their branch.

She took his arm, laughed, and buried her face against his shoulder.