The child sat up off the floor with a blank face.

I just gave blank face, waiting for him to get tired of it.

I stared at him, trying to see behind that blank face.

She said nothing, her face carefully blank, just watching them.

And the others all looked at me with blank faces.

I quite liked the effect, as it gave a more serious air to her pretty, but usually blank face.

He turned from the blank faces to look at me: why do they not know?

But behind my blank face I am doing a bit of thinking myself.

He looked at her, his face now blank of all expression.

For in the end, is a long, high wall covered with something you do not like any better than the original blank face?