when she thought it over afterwards it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural

One of the deepest motives (as you are aware) in the human beast (so deep that many have failed to detect it) is Alliteration.

Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle.

Some children have the most disagreeable way of getting grown-up

Where do you come from? And where are you going? Look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers all the time.

There are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents, and only one for birthday presents, you know.

All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide.