Don't let's make it worse!" "Who began, I should like to know ?" said Peter.
Roberta made an effort, and answered:-- "I did, I suppose, but--" "Well, then," said Peter, triumphantly.

But before he went to school he thumped his sister between the shoulders and told her to cheer up.
The children came home to one o'clock dinner, but Mother was not there.
And she was not there at tea-time.
It was nearly seven before she came in, looking so ill and tired that the children felt they could not ask her any questions.

She sank into an arm-chair.

Phyllis took the long pins out of her hat, while Roberta took off her gloves, and Peter unfastened her walking-shoes and fetched her soft velvety slippers for her.
When she had had a cup of tea, and Roberta had put eau-de-Cologne on her poor head that ached, Mother said:-- "Now, my darlings, I want to tell you something.

Those men last night did bring very bad news, and Father will be away for some time.