"Getting married is for your whole life," was all that came to her.
"Yours wasn't," Di flashed at her.
Lulu's colour deepened, but there seemed to be no resentment in her. She must deal with this right—that was what her manner seemed to say. And how should she deal?
"Di," she cried, "come back with me—and wait till mamma and papa get home."
"That's likely. They say I'm not to be married till I'm twenty-one."
"Well, but how young that is!"
"It is to you."
"Di! This is wrong—it is wrong."
"There's nothing wrong about getting married—if you stay married."
"Well, then it can't be wrong to let them know."