Mae Tuck didn't need a mirror, though she had one propped up on the washstand. She knew very well what she would see in it; her reflection had long since ceased to interest her. For Mae Tuck, and her husband, and Miles and Jesse, too, had all looked exactly the same for eighty-seven years. (2.21)
"All right. I'm one hundred and four years old," he told her solemnly.
"No, I mean really," she persisted.
"Well then," he said, "if you must know, I'm seventeen." (5.28-30)
"He landed plum on his head," said Mae with a shudder. "We thought for sure he'd broke his neck. But come to find out, it didn't hurt him a bit!" (7.10)