All girls are.

Once I sat in a high chair and wore a bib and banqueted on cambric-tea and prunes.

I don't do it now; I've advanced.
It's probably part of that progress which you are so opposed to." He did not answer, but stood, head bent, looping on a new leader.
"All progress is admirable," she suggested.
No answer.
So, to goad him: "There _are_ men," she said dreamily, "who might hope for a kinder reception next winter--" "Oh, no," he said coolly, "there are no such gentlemen.

If there were you wouldn't say so." "Yes, I would.

And there are!" "How many ?" jeeringly, and now quite reassured.
"One!" "You can't frighten me"-- with a shade less confidence.