But all the time, I envied her horribly, and I expect you did too, Alice.

Can't you see her black silk stockings--and her new hat with those awfully pretty flowers, made of feathers?
She had a silk frock too--white, very skimp, and short; and enormously long black legs, as thin as sticks; and her hair in plaits.

I felt a thick lump beside her.

And I didn't like her at all.

What horrid toads children are! She didn't talk to us much, but her eyes seemed to be always laughing at us, and when she talked Italian to her mother, I thought she was showing off, and I wanted to pinch her for being affected." "Why, of course she talked Italian," said Alice, who was not much interested in her sister's recollections.
"Naturally.