″‘Livi, please, will you sit down?’ Cibi tells her. At seven years old, she is the eldest of the siblings, and it is her responsibility to chastise them when they misbehave.”
“I’m the tallest girt in our school. I’m not the oldest or the cleverest or the prettiest or the funniest but I sure am the tallest which nobody can deny.”
“Magic. Magic had happened to him. He knew it would one day. He had always believed in magic, even when the others had laughed at him, laughed because he was the eldest and ought to know better.”
“Sylvie was the oldest Moffat. When Mama introduced Sylvie to the ladies who came to try one, she always said, ‘this is Sylvie, my oldest child.’ Sylvie was sweet sixteen. On her last birthday her aunt had sent her sixteen lumps of sugar tied with pink ribbon all in a cluster.”