Constable Potter was twenty-eight years old, his sister thirty-three. The simplest of mathematical calculations therefore, will show that when he was seven she had been twelve, and a strong-willed sister of twelve can establish over a brother of seven a moral ascendancy which lasts a lifetime. In those formative years which mean so much, Harold Potter had been dragged about by the hand, slapped, scolded and told by the future mother of George Basil Percival Stubbs not to do practically everything he wanted to do. She had even - crowning indignity - blown his nose.
(from Uncle Dynamite, by Sir Pelham Wodehouse)
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