The old lady only smiled and leaned over to show me what to do.

The young lady behind the counter smiled and said good morning.

Their presence could only mean that the Lady was smiling.

The Lady smiled, and touched her head with one hand.

The old lady smiled, as if she had seen an angel.

The lady, who was overweight and worked too hard, smiled again.

The lady smiled at me as she bowed her head.

I also noticed that the lady with the brown lights didn't smile very much either.

The old lady smiled, making no secret of her pleasure in doing just that.

The old lady smiled, and beckoned to me to take my place by her side.