She wanted to whisper to Maggie a command to go and have her hair brushed.
"Well, and how do you do?
And I hope you're good children, are you ?" said Aunt Glegg, in the same loud, emphatic way, as she took their hands, hurting them with her large rings, and kissing their cheeks much against their desire.

"Look up, Tom, look up.

Boys as go to boarding-schools should hold their heads up.

Look at me now." Tom declined that pleasure apparently, for he tried to draw his hand away.
"Put your hair behind your ears, Maggie, and keep your frock on your shoulder." Aunt Glegg always spoke to them in this loud, emphatic way, as if she considered them deaf, or perhaps rather idiotic; it was a means, she thought, of making them feel that they were accountable creatures, and might be a salutary check on naughty tendencies.

Bessy's children were so spoiled--they'd need have somebody to make them feel their duty.
"Well, my dears," said aunt Pullet, in a compassionate voice, "you grow wonderful fast.