Dinner-time came.

Mrs.Buxton dined in her own room.

Mr.Buxton was hearty, and jovial, and pressing; he almost scolded Maggie because she would not take more than twice of his favorite pudding: but she remembered what her mother had said, and that she would be watched all day; and this gave her a little prim, quaint manner, very different from her usual soft charming unconsciousness.
She fancied that Edward and Master Buxton were just as little at their ease with each other as she and Miss Harvey.

Perhaps this feeling on the part of the boys made all four children unite after dinner.
"Let us go to the swing in the shrubbery," said Frank, after a little consideration; and off they ran.

Frank proposed that he and Edward should swing the two little girls; and for a time all went on very well.