Di of course did not think so, had not thought so for a long time. But now Dwight said:
"Daughter! Are you a little girl or are you our grown-up young lady?"
"I don't know," said Di reasonably, "but I think you're treating me like a little girl now."
"Shame, Di," said Ina, unabashed by the accident of reason being on the side of Di.
"I'm eighteen," Di reminded them forlornly, "and through high school."
"Then act so," boomed her father.
Baffled, thwarted, bewildered, Di went over to Jenny Plow's and there imparted understanding by the simple process of letting Jenny guess, to questions skilfully shaped.
When Dwight said, "Look at my beautiful handkerchief," displayed a hole, sent his Ina for a better, Lulu, with a manner of haste, addressed him:
"Dwight. It's a funny thing, but I haven't Ninian's Oregon address."
"Well?"