The Beloved Woman

"[...]were slipping and bumping terribly! He said he was in the neighbourhood, and he came up. Granny——" She paused, and her grandmother was conscious of a quickened heart-beat. The thoughtful almost tremulous tone was not like giddy little Leslie. "Granny," the girl repeated, presently, "how old was my mother when she got married?" "About twenty-two," the old woman said. "And how old was Aunt Annie when she did?" "Annie's about thirty-seven," her mother considered. "She was about[...]".