sixty-and-six

Updated: June 28, 2025

"It's eighty-one now," said the original speaker, checking off the years upon her coarse red fingers, "and that were fifteen. Ten and ten, and ten, and ten, and ten why, it's only sixty-and-six year, so he ain't so old after all." "But he weren't a newborn babe at the battle, silly!" cried the young woman with a chuckle.

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - Round the Red Lamp