"I am surprised, Matthew, that you should expose me to the affront of interference." "Good God!" cried Mr.Pocket, in an outbreak of desolate desperation.
"Are infants to be nut-crackered into their tombs, and is nobody to save them ?" "I will not be interfered with by Jane," said Mrs.Pocket, with a majestic glance at that innocent little offender.

"I hope I know my poor grandpapa's position.

Jane, indeed!" Mr.Pocket got his hands in his hair again, and this time really did lift himself some inches out of his chair.

"Hear this!" he helplessly exclaimed to the elements.

"Babies are to be nut-crackered dead, for people's poor grandpapa's positions!" Then he let himself down again, and became silent.
We all looked awkwardly at the tablecloth while this was going on.