"If you could go to bed without caring whether Mother was worried or not, I couldn't.

So there." "I don't think we ought to ask the servants things Mother doesn't tell us," said Roberta.
"That's right, Miss Goody-goody," said Peter, "preach away." "I'M not goody," said Phyllis, "but I think Bobbie's right this time." "Of course.

She always is.

In her own opinion," said Peter.
"Oh, DON'T!" cried Roberta, putting down her egg-spoon; "don't let's be horrid to each other.

I'm sure some dire calamity is happening.