The two elder ladies kept severely silent whilst Agatha kissed them, and Mrs.
Wylie sniffed.

Henrietta embraced Agatha effusively.
"Where's Uncle John ?" said Agatha.

"Hasn't he come ?" "He is in the next room with Miss Wilson," said Mrs.Jansenius coldly.
"They want you in there." "I thought somebody was dead," said Agatha, "you all look so funereal.
Now, mamma, put your handkerchief back again.

If you cry I will give Miss Wilson a piece of my mind for worrying you." "No, no," said Mrs.Wylie, alarmed.

"She has been so nice!" "So good!" said Henrietta.
"She has been perfectly reasonable and kind," said Mrs.Jansenius.
"She always is," said Agatha complacently.