It's no earthly good.

No, I'm not crying myself--at least I wasn't till you said so, and I shouldn't anyway if--if there was any mortal thing we could do.

Oh, oh, oh!' Cyril and Robert were boys, and boys never cry, of course.

Still, the position was a terrible one, and I do not wonder that they made faces in their efforts to behave in a really manly way.
And at this awful moment mother's bell rang.
A breathless stillness held the children.

Then Anthea dried her eyes.
She looked round her and caught up the poker.