To be young

Lydia is such a naive child. She spends all her money on things she does not need but needs all the things she does not want. She has an open mind to the world and I fancy her for that, almost like me. She always wants me to be on the prowl for men or flirting up a storm with a random bachlorette from another town. My dear sister, I'm not that desperate in need of a man as you are. You must find one so it will end all your blabber about nonsense.