He might have heard the beating of her heart--had he been listening.
"Ronald, that is a joy which may yet be ours--some day.

But my writer of romances, who is such a stickler for grammatical accuracy, is surely the _younger_ of a family of _two_!" "Oh, grammar be--relegated to the library!" cried Ronnie, laughing.

"And you really presume too much on that one short month, Helen.

You often treat me as if I were an infant." The smile in her eyes held the mother look, in its yearning tenderness.
"Ronnie dear, you _are_ so very much younger than I, in many ways; and you always will be.

Unlike the 'Infant of Days,' if you live to be a hundred years old, you will still die young; a child in heart, full of youth's joyous joy in living.