" Why not let Frances have a holiday?” inquired Μr. Wheeler, who was sick to death of the eternal argument. “It will do her good to be on her own for a bit.” “On her own!” screamed Mrs. Wheeler. “Henry, what nonsense you talk! How can she go and live in a hotel by herself?” “I’m twenty-five,” said Frances desperately. “I can look after myself perfectly well. I want a holiday . . . I’ve never had a holiday in my life. "

― D.E. Stevenson , Spring Magic