Even a prospect of asking Becky and Tiza to tea did not bring any smiles to their forlorn little faces.

It would be no fun having anybody to tea.

They couldn't go out, and there was nothing amusing indoors.
After breakfast, Olly set to work to get into mischief, as he generally did when he felt dull.

Nurse discovered him smearing Katie's cheeks with raspberry jam "to make them get red kricker" as he said, and alas! some of the jam had stuck to the new silk frock, and spoilt all its smart fresh look.
When Milly found it out she began to cry, and when Mrs.Norton came in she saw a heap on the floor, which was Milly, sobbing, while Olly sat beside her with his mouth wide open, as if he was a good deal astonished at the result of his first attempt at doctoring.
"Pick up the pieces, old woman," said Mrs.Norton, taking hold of the heap and lifting it up.

"What's the matter with you both ?" "Olly's spoilt my doll," sobbed Milly, "and it _will_ go on raining--and I feel so--so--dull." "I didn't spoil her doll, mother," cried Olly, eagerly.