"It's me—it's me----" Lulu's individualism strove against that terrible tribal sense, was shattered by it.
"It's all of us!" Dwight boomed. "It's Di."
"Di?" He had Lulu's eyes now.
"Why, it's chiefly on Di's account that I'm talking," said Dwight.
"How would it hurt Di?"
"To have a thing like that in the family? Well, can't you see how it'd hurt her?"
"Would it, Ina? Would it hurt Di?"
"Why, it would shame her—embarrass her—make people wonder what kind of stock she came from—oh," Ina sobbed, "my pure little girl!"
"Hurt her prospects, of course," said Dwight. "Anybody could see that."
"I s'pose it would," said Lulu.