24/33 He is four years older than I am. Isn't that awful? I have heard them talking it over." "He can not marry you." "Why ?" It seemed to me that the time had come for me to speak out, and with burning cheeks I said: "Because I think that God has married you to me already. Do you remember when we kissed each other by the wheat-field one day last summer ?" "Yes." She was looking down at the mane of her pony and her cheeks were red and her voice reminded me of the echoes that fill the cavern of a violin when a string is touched. |