You're old enough to know how to behave if you're ever going to be.

So, as far as I am concerned," concluded Aunt Jamesina, with a twinkle in her young eyes, "you can all go to destruction in your own way." "Oh, will somebody separate those cats ?" pleaded Stella, shudderingly.
Aunt Jamesina had brought with her not only the Sarah-cat but Joseph.
Joseph, she explained, had belonged to a dear friend of hers who had gone to live in Vancouver.
"She couldn't take Joseph with her so she begged me to take him.

I really couldn't refuse.

He's a beautiful cat--that is, his disposition is beautiful.

She called him Joseph because his coat is of many colors." It certainly was.