Even his Aunt Fanny admitted that when George smiled "in a certain way" he was charming.
"Thanks about letting my name be Lucy," she said.
"How old are you ?" George asked.
"I don't really know, myself." "What do you mean: you don't really know yourself ?" "I mean I only know what they tell me.

I believe them, of course, but believing isn't really knowing.

You believe some certain day is your birthday--at least, I suppose you do--but you don't really know it is because you can't remember." "Look here!" said George.

"Do you always talk like this ?" Miss Lucy Morgan laughed forgivingly, put her young head on one side, like a bird, and responded cheerfully: "I'm willing to learn wisdom.
What are you studying in school ?" "College!" "At the university! Yes.

What are you studying there ?" George laughed.