That is what is so selfish about people who are old.

You," wilfully, "are just as bad as Aunt Jane." The professor looks at her.

His face is perplexed--distressed--and something more, but she cannot read that.
"Well, not quite perhaps," says she, relenting slightly.

"But nearly.
And if you don't take care you will grow like her.

I hate people who lecture me, and besides, I don't see why a guardian should control one's whole life, and thought, and action.