At twenty-four she imagined with dread that she was growing old.

Today is the youngest you will ever be

Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.

Age seldom arrives smoothly or quickly. It's more often a succession of jerks.

The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young

Left alone, Miss Verney felt so old, lonely and helpless that she began to cry. No builder would tackle that shed, not for any price she could afford. But crying relieved her and she soon felt quite cheerful again. It was ridiculous to brood, she told herself.