Why should there not be portraits of young men in different hats; young men in big hats, young men in little hats, young men smiling archly, young men looking noble.

Girls don't want to decorate their rooms with pictures of other girls, they want rows of young men beaming down upon them.
But possibly I am sinning my mercies.

A father hears what young men don't.

The girl in real life is feeling it keenly: the impossible standard set for her by the popular artist.
"Real skirts don't hang like that," she grumbles, "it's not in the nature of skirts.

You can't have feet that size.