It was all a fancy." "I have too good an opinion of myself to believe it," said Arthur.
"I am sorry," said Alice, "for it is true.

It is a pity your vanity cannot be a little diminished." "Why, the fact is Alice, I remember Uncle Bacchus's story about General Washington and his servant, when the general's horse fell dead, or rather the exclamation made by the servant after relating the incident: 'Master, _he_ thinks of everything.' I do too.

When we were children, no matter how bad Walter was, you took his part.

I remember once he gave William such a blow because he stumbled over a wagon that he had been making, and broke it.

I asked him if he were not ashamed to do so, and you said, 'Hush, Arthur, he feels bad; if you felt as sorry as he does, you would behave just in the same way.' So, the fact is, last summer you saw he _felt bad_, and your tender heart inundated with sympathy." "That was it," said Mrs.Weston; "it was a complete inundation." "You are not in love with him now, are you, Alice ?" said Arthur, smiling.
"No, indeed," said Alice, "I am not in love with him, or you either--if being in love is what it is described in novels.