Children, you take off the knives, an' pile 'em up on the other table.

Be real careful." "I wonder if the parlor's so I can ask them in there ?" Mr.Tuxbury remarked, edging toward the door.
"I s'pose so.

I ain't been in there this mornin'; I s'pose it's all right unless the children have been in an' cluttered it up." "No, we ain't, gramma, we ain't," proclaimed the children in a shrill shout.

They danced around the table, removing the knives and forks; their innocent, pinky faces were full of cherubic glee.

This occasion was, metaphorically speaking, a whole flock of jubilant infantile larks for them.