I want a dinner-gown and a ball-gown and my hair waved and dressed on top of my head instead of bunched half way! I want to have an engagement pad--I want to have places to go to--people expecting me; I want silk stockings and pretty underclothes! Doesn't that old fool understand what a girl wants and needs ?" She half rose from her seat at the table, pushing away the fruit which a servant offered; and, laying her hands flat on the cloth, leaned forward, eyes flashing ominously.
"I'm getting tired of this," she said.

"If it goes on, I'll probably run away." "So will I," said Scott, "but I've good reasons.

They haven't done anything to you.

You're making a terrible row about nothing." "Yes, they have! They've suppressed me, stifled me, bottled me up, tinkered at me, overgroomed me, dressed me ridiculously, and stuffed my mind.

And I'm starved all the time! O Kathleen, I'm hungry! hungry! Can't you understand?
"They've made me into something I was not.