They swung out of windows like monkeys, slid up the roof like flies, and shot out of trees like fowls.

Even a small person like me couldn't go anywhere without being run over by a Wilner; and I could never tell which Wilner it was because none of them ever stood still long enough to be identified; and also because I suspected that they were in the habit of interchanging conspicuous articles of clothing, which was very confusing.
You would suppose that the little mother must have been utterly lost, bewildered, trodden down in this horde of urchins; but you are mistaken.

Mrs.Wilner was a positively majestic little person.

She ruled her brood with the utmost coolness and strictness.

She had even the biggest boy under her thumb, frequently under her palm.