"Tutoring young ladies is a woman's work," she said, frowning. "Why are you so against this? Didn't you know that papa doesn't like the way you all act as if money comes from thin air?" She then grabbed the paper and growled, crumpling it up in anger and then chucking it toward her brother. She then flailed her arms and cried out, "You and Magnus can both go to the devil if you think to take my freedom from me!" She picked up another missile, a pillow this time, and launched it, "I will not be told how to live my life by you or anyone else. I am not a cow for you to put on a lead, not some piece of property!"