“Because she has never thought of such a thing.”
“I grant that. Why should she? But she will think of it when he suggests it.”
“She will not think of it as he does. He is an old fellow to her; let me see; she was thirteen when she went to Bensalem, and he was—how queer for me to forget—he was twenty-six, just twice her age.”
“He isn’t twice her age now,” observed Mr. Kenney, comically.
“And a woman is always older than a man,” Mrs. Kenney, reflected. “She is nearer his age then, I think, childish as she is. With her hair up she does look older; it’s those blue eyes like a baby, and that complexion. I told Roger she might sit for a picture of Priscilla the Puritan maiden, in her new-fashioned, old-fashioned dress, and he said he had thought of it himself. But, now, Roger,” with a deprecating little appeal, “it will do no harm to bring her here.”
“Not the least bit in the world,” he consented, cheerfully.
XXIX. JUDITH’S “FUTURE.”
“God never loved me in so sweet a way before:
’Tis he alone who can such blessings send:
And when his love would new expression find,