How absurd you are about your old glue smell, papa! There isn't a vestige of it, of course." "I didn't mean glue," he informed her.

"I mean cabbage.

Is that fashionable now, to have cabbage when there's company for dinner ?" "That isn't cabbage, papa.

It's Brussels sprouts." "Oh, is it?
I don't mind it much, because it keeps that glue smell off me, but it's fairly strong.

I expect you don't notice it so much because you been in the house with it all along, and got used to it while it was growing." "It is pretty dreadful," Alice said.