This destroyed the balance of the whole company.

Nell got the other arm and swayed to and fro in an excess of misery.

Meg's tears rained down into her teacup; Pip dug his heel in the hearthrug, and wondered what was the matter with his eyes; and even Bunty's appetite for bread and butter diminished.
Judy sat there silent; she had pushed back her unused plate, and sat regarding it with an expression of utter despair on her young face.

She looked like a miniature tragedy queen going to immediate execution.
Presently Bunty got off his chair, covered up his coffee with his saucer to keep the flies out, and solemnly left the room.

In a minute he returned with a pickle bottle, containing an enormous green frog.
"You can have it to keep for your very own, Judy," he said, in a tone of almost reckless sadness.