Think how young he was when we were married! Little more than a boy.

He has never had a chance to be a man.

He is still a boy, puzzled and unhappy because he can't think of himself as anything but twenty,--the year when everything stopped for him.

He's twenty-five now, but he doesn't know it.

He is still living in his twenty-first year." "I've never thought of it in that light," said Simmy, considerably impressed.