“Why?” asked Charlotte. The two were coming home from the dressmaker's, where Ina had been trying on gowns for an hour. It was late in the afternoon and nearly time for Captain Carroll's train.
“Why?” repeated Charlotte, when Ina did not answer at once.
“In order to keep from thinking so much about the marriage itself,” said Ina, tersely. She did not look at her sister, but kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead of her.
Charlotte, however, almost stopped. “Ina,” said she, in a distressed tone—“Ina, dear, you don't feel like that?”
“Why not?” inquired Ina, defiantly.
“Oh, Ina, you ought not to get married if you feel like that!”
“Why not? All girls feel like that when they are going to be married. They must.”
“Oh, Ina, I know they don't!”
“How do you know? You were never going to get married.”
That argument was rather too much for Charlotte, but she continued to gaze at her sister with a shocked and doubtful air as they walked along the shady sidewalk towards home. “I am almost sure it isn't right for a girl to feel so, anyhow,” she said, persistently.