“I'm going to, Charlotte. Oh, I am going to!”
“Ina, do you, do you—”
“What?”
“Love that old Major Arms?” Charlotte spoke out, in a tone of almost horror.
“I don't know. Oh, I don't know,” sobbed Ina.
“Ina, you don't love—Mr. Eastman better?”
“No, I don't,” replied Ina, in a tone of utter conviction. “Charlotte, do you know what would happen if I married Mr. Eastman? Do you?”
“No, I don't.”
“All my life long I would be at war with the butcher and baker, just as—just as we always are.”
“Ina Carroll, you aren't getting married just for that? Oh, that is dreadful!”