"Why, Di, you're just a little girl----"
Lulu saw that this was all wrong, and stopped miserably. How was she to go on? "Di," she said, "if you and Bobby want to get married, why not let us get you up a nice wedding at home?" And she saw that this sounded as if she were talking about a tea-party.
"Who said we wanted to be married?"
"Well, he's here."
"Who said he's here?"
"Isn't he?"
Di sprang up. "Aunt Lulu," she said, "you're a funny person to be telling me what to do."
Lulu said, flushing: "I love you just the same as if I was married happy, in a home."
"Well, you aren't!" cried Di cruelly, "and I'm going to do just as I think best."
Lulu thought this over, her look grave and sad. She tried to find something to say. "What do people say to people," she wondered, "when it's like this?"