But she has
promised that she would write to me every Saturday night and she
has said that she thinks more of me than of any of the other
boys."
"Donald dear," said Mrs. Whiting, "you're not 'in love' with
Linda yourself, and neither is she with you. By the time you are
ready to marry and settle down in life, Linda in all probability
will be married and be the mother of two or three babies."
"Yes, like fun she will," said Donald roughly.
"Have you asked her whether she loves you?" inquired Mrs.
Whiting.
"Oh, that 'love' business," said Donald, "it makes me tired!
Linda and I never did any mushing around. We had things of some
importance to talk about and to do."
A bit of pain in Mrs. Whiting's heart eased. It was difficult to
keep her lips quiet and even.
"You haven't asked her to marry you, then?" she said soberly.
"Oh good Lord," cried Donald, "'marry!' How could I marry anyone
when I haven't even graduated from high school and with college
and all that to come?"
"That is what I have been trying to tell you," said his mother
evenly. "I don't believe you have been thinking about marriage
and I am absolutely certain that Linda has not, but she is going
to be made to think about it long before you will be in such
financial position that you dare. That is the reason I am
suggesting that you think about these things seriously and
question yourself as to whether you would be doing the fair thing
by Linda if you tried to tie her up in an arrangement that would
ask her to wait six or eight years yet before you would be
ready.
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