"Just as usual, I suppose." "You're making him feel uncomfortable," said Aunt Amy, who loved to explain quite obvious things.

"You want it to be just an ordinary evening, dear, don't you ?" "Oh, I don't know," he said again, hating his aunt.
"I don't think that quite the way to speak to your aunt, my son," said his father.

"We only inquire out of kindness, thinking to please you.
No, Mary, no more.

Friday--one helping--" "Jeremy might have another as it's his last day, I suggest," said Aunt Amy, who was determined to be pleasant.
"I don't want any, thank you," said Jeremy, although it was treacle pudding, which he loved.
"Well, I think," said Mrs.Cole, "that we'll have high tea at half-past seven, and the children shall stay up afterwards and we'll have 'Midshipman Easy.'" Jeremy loved his mother intensely at that moment.

How did she know so exactly what was right?
She made so little disturbance, was so quiet and was never angry, and yet she was always right when the others were always wrong.