Nobody minds.

Boys are just people, really." "No, no!" Mrs.Schofield cried, involuntarily.
"Yes, they are," returned Aunt Sarah.

"Only they're not quite so awful, because they haven't learned to cover themselves all over with little pretences.

When Penrod grows up he'll be just the same as he is now, except that whenever he does what he wants to do he'll tell himself and other people a little story about it to make his reason for doing it seem nice and pretty and noble." "No, I won't!" said Penrod suddenly.
"There's one cookie left," observed Aunt Sarah.

"Are you going to eat it ?" "Well," said her great-nephew, thoughtfully, "I guess I better." "Why ?" asked the old lady.