"Is there anything so strange in a young man's leaving town?
Do you expect him to remain forever within calling distance?
He told you that you should know in due time.

What more can you ask?
You are foolishly worried over him, and what is there to worry about ?" "I suppose I am," she answered, "but I'm so much afraid that he'll marry some girl that I shall not like." "It's not only that, Caroline.

You are simply afraid that he will marry some girl.

The fear of not liking her is a secondary anxiety." "But, father, you know"-- "Oh, yes, I know.

But he is a man--presumably," he added to himself--"and your love cannot make him a child.