 I want a job, like other girls. One that pays me real wages. And maybe I'd like to have a chance to meet someone nice. After all, I don't want to be an old maid, do I? You're only 18. And next year I'll be 19, and then 20. And being an old maid creeps up on you year by year. Kind of like old age. Well, all right. If you can find a decent job, and if you can find a decent place to live, you can stay behind. But I don't want to hear about you misbehaving.