He's a college man." "He's a college boy," said Patty; "he's only nineteen, and you're sixteen yourself." "Going on seventeen," said Bob proudly, "and so is Bumble." "Twins often are the same age," observed Mr.Fairfield, "and after a few years, Bob, you'll have to be careful how you announce your own age, because it will reveal your sister's." "Pooh! I don't care," said Bumble.

"I'd just as lieve people would know how old I am.

Nan is twenty-two, and she doesn't care who knows it." "You look about fifty in those ridiculous clothes," said Patty.
"Do I ?" said Nan, quite unconcernedly.

"I don't mind that a bit, but I don't think I can keep them at this stage of whiteness for many days.
Can anything be done to coax our trunks this way ?" "We might do some telephoning after dinner," said Mr.Fairfield.

"What is the situation up to the present time ?" "Why, you see it was this way," said Bumble.