And in such hours her father tried to comfort her with poor success.
"Remember, child, I'm with you, and I know how it feels," he said.

"I went through it all myself: When your mother died--" "But mother was so much older!" He looked at his daughter compassionately.
"How old are you ?" he inquired.
"Thirty-six." "Your mother was thirty-nine," he replied.

And at that Edith turned and stared at him, bewildered, shocked, brought face to face with a new and momentous fact in her life.
"Mother only my age when she died ?" "Yes," said Roger gently, "only three years older." With a twinge of pain he noticed two quite visible streaks of gray in his daughter's soft blonde hair.

"And she felt as you do now--as though she were just starting out.
And I felt the same way, my dear.

If I'm not mistaken, everyone does.