“Poor young things,” said Connie.
“Why poor?”
“I don't know,” she said 'with a sigh. “The subject of marriage always makes me sad nowadays. I am growing old and pessimistic.”
“You are bewilderingly youthful,” replied Jimmie.
“Do you know how old I am?”
“I have forgotten how to do subtraction,” he said, thinking of his own age.
“Yes. Of course you know. It's awful. And Aline is—what—seventeen?”
“Eighteen.”
“You'll be dreadfully lonely without her.”
“Lonely? Oh, no. I have my thoughts—and my memories.”