But it was much worse when she suddenly began to cry.

Crying is catching, I believe, like measles and whooping-cough.

At any rate, everyone at once found itself taking part in a crying-party.
Mother stopped first.

She dried her eyes and then she said:-- "I'm sorry I was so angry, darlings, because I know you didn't understand." "We didn't mean to be naughty, Mammy," sobbed Bobbie, and Peter and Phyllis sniffed.
"Now, listen," said Mother; "it's quite true that we're poor, but we have enough to live on.

You mustn't go telling everyone about our affairs--it's not right.