"Hadn't we all better get the four-thirty to Warbleton?" she said, and swallowed.
"Oh, if Bobby wants to back out—" said Di.
"I don't want to back out," Bobby contended furiously, "b-b-but I won't—"
"Come on, Aunt Lulu," said Di grandly.
Bobby led the way through the lobby, Di followed, and Lulu brought up the rear. She walked awkwardly, eyes down, her hands stiffly held. Heads turned to look at her. They passed into the street.
"You two go ahead," said Lulu, "so they won't think—"
They did so, and she followed, and did not know where to look, and thought of her broken shoes.
At the station, Bobby put them on the train and stepped back. He had, he said, something to see to there in Millton. Di did not look at him. And Lulu's good-bye spoke her genuine regret for all.
"Aunt Lulu," said Di, "you needn't think I'm going to sit with you. You look as if you were crazy. I'll sit back here."
"All right, Di," said Lulu humbly.