“Have you asked her whether she loves you?” inquired Mrs. Whiting.
“Oh, that ‘love’ business,” said Donald, “it makes me tired! Linda and I never did any mushing around. We had things of some importance to talk about and to do.”
A bit of pain in Mrs. Whiting’s heart eased. It was difficult to keep her lips quiet and even.
“You haven’t asked her to marry you, then?” she said soberly.
“Oh good Lord,” cried Donald, “‘marry!’ How could I marry anyone when I haven’t even graduated from high school and with college and all that to come?”
“That is what I have been trying to tell you,” said his mother evenly. “I don’t believe you have been thinking about marriage and I am absolutely certain that Linda has not, but she is going to be made to think about it long before you will be in such financial position that you dare. That is the reason I am suggesting that you think about these things seriously and question yourself as to whether you would be doing the fair thing by Linda if you tried to tie her up in an arrangement that would ask her to wait six or eight years yet before you would be ready.”
“Well, I can get around faster than that,” said Donald belligerently.
“Of course you can,” agreed his mother. “I made that estimate fully a year too long. But even in seven years Linda could do an awful lot of waiting; and there are some very wonderful girls that will be coming up six or seven years from now here at home. You know that hereafter all the girls in the world are going to be very much more Linda’s kind of girls than they have been heretofore. The girls who have lived through the war and who have been intimate with its sorrow and its suffering and its terrible results to humanity, are not going to be such heedless, thoughtless, not nearly such selfish, girls as the world has known in the decade just past. And there is going to be more outdoor life, more nature study. There are going to be stronger bodies, better food, better-cared-for young people; and every year educational advantages are going to be greater. If you can bring yourself to think about giving up the idea of there ever existing any extremely personal thing between you and Linda, I am very sure I could guarantee to introduce you to a girl who would be quite her counterpart, and undoubtedly we could meet one who would be handsomer.”
Donald punched his pillow viciously.
“That’s nice talk,” he said, “and it may be true talk. But in the first place I wish that Peter Morrison would let my girl alone, and in the second place I don’t care if there are a thousand just as nice girls or even better looking girls than Linda, though any girl would be going some if she were nicer and better looking than Linda. But I am telling you that when my foot gets better I am going to Lilac Valley and tell him where to head in, and I’ll punch his head if he doesn’t do it promptly.”