Ralph Henry Barbour,
The House in the Hedge — Chapter 12
(1911)
“ It—it's quite likely that I shall never marry anyone.” Larry laughed as he lighted another cigarette.“Listen to that,” he scoffed. “Much you know about such things, sis. Why, you're only—eighteen, isn't it?”“I'm almost nineteen,” I answered with dignity. “And I fancy I know just about as much of 'such things' as you do. You're only twenty yourself.”“Well, as for that, a man sees more of life than a girl does,” he said complacently, “and learns more. But, look here, old girl, if it isn't Ned, who is it?” ”
