Now if his father'd lived you two could have got married by this time maybe, though you're too young yet." Diantha washed and put away the dishes she had used, saw that the pantry was in its usual delicate order, and proceeded to set the table, with light steps and no clatter of dishes.
"I'm twenty-one," she said.
"Yes, you're twenty-one," her mother allowed.

"It don't seem possible, but you are.

My first baby!" she looked at her proudly.
"If Ross has to wait for all those girls to marry--and to pay his father's debts--I'll be old enough," said Diantha grimly.
Her mother watched her quick assured movements with admiration, and listened with keen sympathy.

"I know it's hard, dear child.

You've only been engaged six months--and it looks as if it might be some years before Ross'll be able to marry.