Her sister said nothing.
"How did it come—out of a clear sky?"
"Yes.... I knew he liked me. I had no idea he wanted to marry me."
"You're not going to, are you?"
"No."
"I should think not. It would be sheer cradle snatching."
"He's a year older than I am."
"In years, yes; but, intellectually, he ought to be playing marbles. Moreover, that sort of a boy never grows up."
"I don't think he will.... God bestows that gift sometimes."
"What gift?"