to plays that are not fit for elderly people to see.

FANNY. Oh, I know all about that; but you cant understand what it
means to Papa. Youre not so innocent as he is.

TROTTER. [remonstrating] My dear young lady--

FANNY. I dont mean morally innocent: everybody who reads your
articles knows youre as innocent as a lamb.

TROTTER. What!

FANNY. Yes, Mr Trotter: Ive seen a good deal of life since I came to
England; and I assure you that to me youre a mere baby: a dear, good,
well-meaning, delightful, witty, charming baby; but still just a wee
lamb in a world of wolves. Cambridge is not what it was in my
father's time.

TROTTER. Well, I must say!

FANNY. Just so. Thats one of our classifications in the Cambridge
Fabian Society.

TROTTER. Classifications? I dont understand.

FANNY. We classify our aunts into different sorts. And one of the
sorts is the "I must says."

TROTTER. I withdraw "I must say." I substitute "Blame my cats!" No:
I substitute "Blame my kittens!" Observe, Miss O'Dowda: kittens. I