David Copperfield by Charles Dickens Chapter 26 Page 33

‘Not at all so.’

‘She is a tiresome creature,’ said Dora, pouting.

‘I can’t think what papa can have been about, when he chose such a vexatious thing to be my companion. Who wants a protector? I am sure I don’t want a protector. Jip can protect me a great deal better than Miss Murdstone, — can’t you, Jip, dear?’

He only winked lazily, when she kissed his ball of a head.

‘Papa calls her my confidential friend, but I am sure she is no such thing — is she, Jip? We are not going to confide in any such cross people, Jip and I.

We mean to bestow our confidence where we like, and to find out our own friends, instead of having them found out for us — don’t