When I was a child growing up in the Adirondacks, I went after school to Mrs Redmond’s house. She had a daughter, Loretta, who was three and a half years older than I and a younger son, Michael.
Up until the time I was nine, it was always Mrs Redmond who would ‘babysit’ me. However, when I turned 10 in the summer preceding 5th grade, Mrs Redmond asked if Loretta could do the babysitting since she was now almost 14. It would allow Mrs Redmond to tend to other activities and would give Loretta some pocket money.