"You can't understand.

You 're a girl.

You like to be prim and neat, and to be good in deportment and ahead in your studies.

You don't care for danger and adventure and such things, and you don't care for boys who are rough, and have life and go in them, and all that.

You like good little boys in white collars, with clothes always clean and hair always combed, who like to stay in at recess and be petted by the teacher and told how they're always up in their studies; nice little boys who never get into scrapes--who are too busy walking around and picking flowers and eating lunches with girls, to get into scrapes.