"Because she's perfect--why, she's PERFECTLY perfect! She never makes a mistake, and everybody looks up to her--oh, yes, we all fairly adore her! She's like some big, noble, cold statue--'way above the rest of us--and she hardly ever does anything mean or treacherous.

Of all the girls I know I believe she's played the fewest really petty tricks.

She's----" Russell interrupted; he looked perplexed.

"You say she's perfectly perfect, but that she does play SOME----" Alice laughed, as if at his sweet innocence.

"Men are so funny!" she informed him.