The thought of having his wound washed and dressed upset him far more than did the wound itself.
Betty and Anthony were sitting on two of the stiffest and most uncomfortable-looking chairs in the room, with very grave expressions on their pale but not too clean faces.

Dan was standing by the window looking intensely nervous and uncomfortable.

He glanced frequently from Jabez to his father, and back again, and Kitty could see he was longing to say something, but did not know how to.

She was very sorry that it had been Dan who had dealt the fatal blow.

She almost wished that it had been she herself who had done it, for their father was never quite so severe with her or Betty as with the boys.
With the feeling still on her that trouble was coming, she fried to make herself as useful as possible; but as she knew little or nothing as to where anything was kept, she was more of a hindrance than a help, and her hopes were blighted by her father's order to them all to leave the room.
"I will see you presently," he said sternly.