You'll be eighteen when you should be a hundred.
Yes, I'm sorry, and a little dissatisfied as well.

Miss Stacy told me long ago that by the time I was twenty my character would be formed, for good or evil.

I don't feel that it's what it should be.

It's full of flaws." "So's everybody's," said Aunt Jamesina cheerfully.

"Mine's cracked in a hundred places.