Al-ice was glad to see her in such a fine mood, and thought to her-self
that the Duch-ess might not be so bad as she had seemed to be when they
first met.
Then Al-ice fell in-to a long train of thought as to what she would do
if she were a Duch-ess.
She quite lost sight of the Duch-ess by her side, and was star-tled when
she heard her voice close to her ear.
"You have some-thing on your mind, my dear, and that makes you for-get
to talk. I can't tell you just now what the mor-al of that is, but I
shall think of it in a bit."
"Are you sure it has one?" asked Al-ice.
"Tut, tut, child!" said the Duch-ess; "all things have a mor-al if you
can but find it." And she squeezed up close to Al-ice's side as she
spoke.
Al-ice did not much like to have the Duch-ess keep so close, but she
didn't like to be rude, so she bore it as well as she could.
"The game is not so bad now," Al-ice said, think-ing she ought to fill
in the time with talk of some kind.
"'Tis so," said the Duch-ess, "and the mor-al of that is--'Oh, 'tis
love, 'tis love, that makes the world go round!'"
"Some one said, it's done by each one mind-ing his own work," said
Al-ice.
"Ah! well, it means much the same thing," said the Duch-ess, then
add-ed, "and the mor-al of that is--'Take care of the sense and the
sounds will take care of themselves.'"
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"How she likes to find mor-als in things," said Al-ice.
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