"Love?" she repeated, as if she had heard that word somewhere before but could not for the life of her recall where. "Love, did you say?"
"Yes," replied Muriel; "I don't know whether I love him."
"What next?" asked Ethel. "Love? You don't know whether you love him! The idea! You're too young to know anything about it, my child. Of course you love him. You're just too young to know it, that's all."
Muriel displayed a wistful face.
"I'm eighteen."
"A mere baby."
"Then I should think I was too young to marry."
"Do you think so?"
"No, only——"
Mrs. Newberry waxed wise.