She was so happy in those days that her power of continued resentment was small.

The tide of her own bliss returned upon her full consciousness and overflowed, and crested, as with glory, all petty annoyances.
The visiting woman took up her work, and rose to go with a slightly abashed air, though her small brown eyes were still blanks of impregnable defence.

"Well, I dunno what I've said to stir you both so," she remarked again.

"If I've said anythin' that riled you, I'm sorry, I'm sure.

As I said before, folks must do as they are a mind to with their own children.