"What have you done to spoil anything ?" "Little things," Alice said.

"A thousand little silly--oh, what's the use?
He's so honestly what he is--just simple and good and intelligent--I feel a tricky mess beside him! I don't see why he likes me; and sometimes I'm afraid he wouldn't if he knew me." "He'd just worship you," said the fond mother.

"And the more he knew you, the more he'd worship you." Alice shook her head.

"He's not the worshiping kind.

Not like that at all.