'I don't know enough about it.

But it's plain, isn't it, that girls of sixteen shouldn't sit on doorsteps and think about themselves ?' 'What did you think about at sixteen ?' Her look changed.
'I had mother then,'-- she said simply.
'Ah! then--I'm afraid you've no right to sit in judgment upon us.

Alice and I had no mother--no one but ourselves.

Of course all our relations and friends disapproved of us.

But that somehow has never made much difference to either of us.