The three girls looked tearful and protesting; Pip had just been brought to book for speaking disrespectfully of his father, and was looking sullen; and Bunty, not knowing what else to do at such a crisis, had fallen to catching flies, and was viciously taking off their wings.
It was a wretched meal: The bell sounded for the downstairs breakfast, and Esther had to go.

Everyone offered Judy everything on the table, and spoke gently and politely to her.

She seemed to be apart from them, a person not to be lightly treated in the dignity of this great trouble.

Her dress, too, was quite new--a neat blue serge fresh from the dressmaker's hands; her boots were blacked and bright, her stockings guiltless of ventilatory chasms.

All this helped to make her a Judy quite different from the harum-scarum one of a few days back, who used to come to breakfast looking as if her clothes had been pitchforked upon her.
Baby addressed herself to her porridge for one minute, but the next her feelings overcame her, and, with a little wail, she rushed round the table to Judy, and hung on her arm sobbing.