"Wolf-Alice"

"She rubbed her head against her reflected face, the show that she felt friendly towards it, and felt a cool, solid, immovable surface between herself and she - some kind, possibly, of invisible cage? In spite of this barrier, she was lonely enough to ask this creature to try to play with her, baring her teeth and grinning; at once she received a reciprocal invitation."

Throughout this story, I pitied Wolf-Alice because she never really fits in anywhere; she is not a wolf but does not really know how to be a human. This particular quote drove her absolute aloneness home for me. She is so desperate for any type of friendship that she even befriends her reflection, though she doesn't really understand what it is. This scene really highlights that she does not really have anyone but herself as a companion.