“How old are you, anyway?' she asked, squinting at him. There was a pause. At last he said, 'Why do you want to know?' I just wondered,' said Winnie. All right. I'm one hundred and four years old,' he told… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
“How old are you, anyway?” she asked, squinting at him. There was a pause. At last he said, “Why do you want to know?” “I just wondered,” said Winnie. “All right. I’m one hundred and four years old,” he told… — Natalie Babbitt Copy Share Image
