presence made the room smell just like a woolshed. 

"Hello, Dave!" shouted everyone.  He said "Well!" and dropped his hat in a
corner.  No fuss, no kissing, no nothing about Dave.  Mother asked if he
did n't see Kate and Sandy (both were smiling across the room at him),
and he said "Yairs"; then went out to have a wash. 

All night they danced--until the cocks crew--until the darkness gave way to
the dawn--until the fowls left the roost and came round the door--until it
was Christmas Day! 

End of The Project Gutenberg Etext of On Our Selection, by Steele Rudd