Classic Poem

Three sisters, and there has been a quarrel.
The eldest is dignified and very uncomfortable.
She talks with an exaggerated friendliness and triviality,
Dealing bravely with the social embarrassment.
Another seems moody and fretful,
But shakes it off bit by bit
And comes to her sister's help,
Smiling against her will.
The third sits and reads Tennyson
As one reads Tennyson when one is very angry,
With no word except when questioned.
Probably they were all wrong in the quarrel.
(In all family quarrels and most other ones everyone is wrong).
But would anyone decide for me
Which I felt most for
And should most have liked to assist?