"How old are you, Archie? Are you frightfully old?"
"Frightfully. Poor old Charles and I are just hangin' on."
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-seven," said Archie. "But Charles was twenty-eight a week ago, so I'm one up on him."
"It must be simply frightful to be twenty-eight," said Greta with conviction. She snuggled up to Archie and whispered, "Is Margaret awfully old, too?"
"Ssh! She's twenty-four. Pretty bad - isn't it?"
Greta considered. "I shall be married years and years before I'm twenty-four. It's rather old, but I do love Margaret all the same."
(from Grey Mask, by Patricia Wentworth)
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