He felt himself so weak and incapable in this affair that he longed to discuss it with some one, and on Sunday afternoon he found his mother at her window with the Christian Advocate, which replaced, in her case, the nap nearly every one else took at that hour.
“How old was father when you were married, mother?” he began.
He spoke out of that curious ignorance of the lives of their parents so common to children; he had never been able to realize his parents as having separate and independent existences before his own. Mrs. Marley laid her paper by, and a smile came to her face.
“He was twenty-two,” she said.
“Just my age,” observed Marley.
Mrs. Marley looked up hastily.
“You’re not thinking of getting married, are you, Glenn?” she asked.
“No.” he said with a laugh.
“My goodness! You’re just a boy!”
“But I’m as old as father was.”