She was always tired directly.

And she would never give them rides on her back, as the large, good-natured Pratt girls did.

And she was dreadfully shocked if they did not play fair, so much so that on one occasion Mr.Gresley had to interfere, and to remind her that a game was a game, and that it would be better to let the children play as they liked than to be perpetually finding fault with them.
Perhaps nothing in her life at the Vicarage was a greater trial to Hester than to see the rules of fair play broken by the children with the connivance of their parents.

Mr.Gresley had never been to a public school, and had thus missed the ABC of what in its later stages is called "honor." He was an admirable hockey-player, but he was not in request at the frequent Slumberleigh matches, for he never hit off fair, or minded being told so.
"Auntie Hester is leaving all her fat," said Mary, suddenly, in a shrill voice, her portion of pear held in her left cheek as she spoke.

She had no idea that she ought not to draw attention to the weakness of others.
She was only anxious to be the first to offer interesting information.
"Never mind," said Mrs.Gresley, admiring her own moderation.