They loved company with all their souls, and they also felt always a pleasant titillation of their youthful spirits when they saw their grandmother in perturbation.

Unless, indeed, they themselves were the cause of it, when it acquired a personal force which rendered it not so entertaining.
Soon, however, a remark of their grandmother's caused their buoyant spirits to realize that there was a force of gravitation for all here below.
"I don't know but you children will have to wait," said she.
There was an instantaneous wail of dismay, the pinky faces elongated, the blue eyes scowled sulkily.

"Oh, gramma, we don't want to wait! Can't we sit down with the others?
Say, gramma, can't we?
Can't we sit down with the others ?" "Of course you can sit down with the others.

Don't make such a racket, children." That was their mother coming in, good-natured and triumphant, with the pie.
"I don't know whether they can or not," said their grandmother.

"I ain't put in an extra leaf; this table-cloth wa'n't long enough, an' I wa'n't goin' to have the big table-cloth to do up for all the Maxwells in creation." "Oh, there's room enough," Flora said, easily.