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Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

[Also know as "Alice in Wonderland"]

by Lewis Carroll

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ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND

Lewis Carroll

THE MILLENNIUM FULCRUM EDITION 3.0

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CHAPTER I

Down the Rabbit-Hole

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on
the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped
into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or
conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice
'without pictures or conversation?'

So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for
the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the
pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of
getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit
with pink eyes ran close by her.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think
it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself,
'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (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); but when the
Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked
at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it
flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit
with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and
burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and
fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole
under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering
how in the world she was to get out again.

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and
then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment
to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling
down a very deep well.

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she
had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder
what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and
make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything;
then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they
were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she
saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one
of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled 'ORANGE MARMALADE',
but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to
drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to put it
into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.

'Well!' thought Alice to herself, 'after such a fall as this, I
shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all
think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if
I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely true.)

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end! 'I wonder
how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud. 'I must
be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that
would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for, you see, Alice
had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the
schoolroom, and though this was not a VERY good opportunity for
showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her,
still it was good practice to say it over) '--yes, that's about
the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude
I've got to?' (Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude
either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)

Presently she began again. 'I wonder if I shall fall right through
the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that
walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think--' (she
was rather glad there WAS no one listening, this time, as it didn't
sound at all the right word) '--but I shall have to ask them what
the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New
Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy
curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you
could manage it?) 'And what an ignorant little girl she'll think
me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it
written up somewhere.'

Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began
talking again. 'Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should
think!' (Dinah was the cat.) 'I hope they'll remember her saucer
of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with
me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch
a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat
bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and
went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, 'Do cats eat
bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, 'Do bats eat cats?' for,
you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much
matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and
had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with
Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, 'Now, Dinah, tell me the
truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down
she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was
over.

Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a
moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her
was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight,
hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went
Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it
turned a corner, 'Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!'
She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit
was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall,
which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.

There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and
when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the other,
trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how
she was ever to get out again.

Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of
solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and
Alice's first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors
of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the
key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them.
However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she
had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about
fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock,
and to her great delight it fitted!

Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage,
not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along
the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed
to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of
bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even
get her head though the doorway; 'and even if my head would go
through,' thought poor Alice, 'it would be of very little use
without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope!
I think I could, if I only know how to begin.' For, you see, so
many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had
begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she
went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on
it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like
telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, ('which
certainly was not here before,' said Alice,) and round the neck of
the bottle was a paper label, with the words 'DRINK ME' beautifully
printed on it in large letters.

It was all very well to say 'Drink me,' but the wise little Alice
was not going to do that in a hurry. 'No, I'll look first,' she
said, 'and see whether it's marked "poison" or not'; for she had
read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt,
and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because
they would not remember the simple rules their friends had taught
them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it
too long; and that if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife,
it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink
much from a bottle marked 'poison,' it is almost certain to disagree
with you, sooner or later.

However, this bottle was not marked 'poison,' so Alice ventured to
taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of
mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey,
toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off.

*     *     *     *     *

   *     *     *     *

*     *     *     *     *

'What a curious feeling!' said Alice; 'I must be shutting up like
a telescope.'

And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her
face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size
for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First,
however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to
shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; 'for it
might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, 'in my going out
altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?'
And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after
the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having
seen such a thing.

After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on
going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she
got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key,
and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could
not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through the
glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the
table, but it was too slippery; and when she had tired herself out
with trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried.

'Come, there's no use in crying like that!' said Alice to herself,
rather sharply; 'I advise you to leave off this minute!' She
generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom
followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to
bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box
her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she
was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fond
of pretending to be two people. 'But it's no use now,' thought poor
Alice, 'to pretend to be two people! Why, there's hardly enough of
me left to make ONE respectable person!'

Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the
table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which
the words 'EAT ME' were beautifully marked in currants. 'Well, I'll
eat it,' said Alice, 'and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach
the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the
door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care
which happens!'

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, 'Which way?
Which way?', holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which
way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she
remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when
one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting
nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite
dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.

*     *     *     *     *

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*     *     *     *     *

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CHAPTER II

The Pool of Tears

'Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was so much surprised,
that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English);
'now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was!
Good-bye, feet!' (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed
to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). 'Oh, my
poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings
for you now, dears? I'm sure I shan't be able! I shall be a great
deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the
best way you can; --but I must be kind to them,' thought Alice,
'or perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll
give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.'

And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. 'They
must go by the carrier,' she thought; 'and how funny it'll seem,
sending presents to one's own feet! And how odd the directions will
look!

ALICE'S RIGHT FOOT, ESQ.

HEARTHRUG,

NEAR THE FENDER,

(WITH ALICE'S LOVE).

Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!'

Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact
she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the
little golden key and hurried off to the garden door.

Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side,
to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through
was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to cry again.

'You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, 'a great girl
like you,' (she might well say this), 'to go on crying in this way!
Stop this moment, I tell you!' But she went on all the same, shedding
gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about
four inches deep and reaching half down the hall.

After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance,
and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the
White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white
kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting
along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came, 'Oh! the
Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won't she be savage if I've kept her
waiting!' Alice felt so desperate that she was ready to ask help
of any one; so, when the Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low,
timid voice, 'If you please, sir--' The Rabbit started violently,
dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into
the darkness as hard as he could go.

Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot,
she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: 'Dear,
dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on
just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me
think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think
I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same,
the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great
puzzle!' And she began thinking over all the children she knew that
were of the same age as herself, to see if she could have been
changed for any of them.

'I'm sure I'm not Ada,' she said, 'for her hair goes in such long
ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I
can't be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she
knows such a very little! Besides, she's she, and I'm I, and--oh
dear, how puzzling it all is! I'll try if I know all the things I
used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times
six is thirteen, and four times seven is--oh dear! I shall never
get to twenty at that rate! However, the Multiplication Table
doesn't signify: let's try Geography. London is the capital of
Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome--no, that's all
wrong, I'm certain! I must have been changed for Mabel! I'll try
and say "How doth the little--"' and she crossed her hands on her
lap as if she were saying lessons, and began to repeat it, but her
voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not come the
same as they used to do:--

'How doth the little crocodile

Improve his shining tail,

And pour the waters of the Nile

On every golden scale!

'How cheerfully he seems to grin,

How neatly spread his claws,

And welcome little fishes in

With gently smiling jaws!'

'I'm sure those are not the right words,' said poor Alice, and her
eyes filled with tears again as she went on, 'I must be Mabel after
all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little house,
and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons
to learn! No, I've made up my mind about it; if I'm Mabel, I'll
stay down here! It'll be no use their putting their heads down and
saying "Come up again, dear!" I shall only look up and say "Who am
I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person,
I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody
else"--but, oh dear!' cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears,
'I do wish they would put their heads down! I am so very tired of
being all alone here!'

As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised
to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid
gloves while she was talking. 'How can I have done that?' she
thought. 'I must be growing small again.' She got up and went to
the table to measure herself by it, and found that, as nearly as
she could guess, she was now about two feet high, and was going on
shrinking rapidly: she soon found out that the cause of this was
the fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in time
to avoid shrinking away altogether.

'That was a narrow escape!' said Alice, a good deal frightened at
the sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence;
'and now for the garden!' and she ran with all speed back to the
little door: but, alas! the little door was shut again, and the
little golden key was lying on the glass table as before, 'and
things are worse than ever,' thought the poor child, 'for I never
was so small as this before, never! And I declare it's too bad,
that it is!'

As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment,
splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was
that she had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that case I can
go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the
seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion,
that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of
bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with
wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a
railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the
pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.

'I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam about,
trying to find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it now, I
suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer
thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.'

Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little
way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she
thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered
how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a
mouse that had slipped in like herself.

'Would it be of any use, now,' thought Alice, 'to speak to this
mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should
think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in
trying.' So she began: 'O Mouse, do you know the way out of this
pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!' (Alice
thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse: she had
never done such a thing before, but she remembered having seen in
her brother's Latin Grammar, 'A mouse--of a mouse--to a mouse--a
mouse--O mouse!' The Mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, and
seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it said
nothing.

'Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice; 'I daresay
it's a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.' (For,
with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion
how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: 'Ou est
ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book.
The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver
all over with fright. 'Oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice hastily,
afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings. 'I quite forgot
you didn't like cats.'

'Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice.
'Would you like cats if you were me?'

'Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: 'don't be angry
about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think
you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such
a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam
lazily about in the pool, 'and she sits purring so nicely by the
fire, licking her paws and washing her face--and she is such a nice
soft thing to nurse--and she's such a capital one for catching
mice--oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice again, for this time the
Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt certain it must be really
offended. 'We won't talk about her any more if you'd rather not.'

'We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of
his tail. 'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always
hated cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name
again!'

'I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject
of conversation. 'Are you--are you fond--of--of dogs?' The Mouse
did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: 'There is such a nice
little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little
bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair!
And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and
beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things--I can't remember half
of them--and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it's so
useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the rats
and--oh dear!' cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, 'I'm afraid I've
offended it again!' For the Mouse was swimming away from her as
hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as
it went.

So she called softly after it, 'Mouse dear! Do come back again,
and we won't talk about cats or dogs either, if you don't like
them!' When the Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam slowly
back to her: its face was quite pale (with passion, Alice thought),
and it said in a low trembling voice, 'Let us get to the shore,
and then I'll tell you my history, and you'll understand why it is
I hate cats and dogs.'

It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with
the birds and animals that had fallen into it: there were a Duck
and a Dodo, a Lory and an Eaglet, and several other curious creatures.
Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the shore.

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CHAPTER III

A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale

They were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the
bank--the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur
clinging close to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable.

The first question of course was, how to get dry again: they had
a consultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite
natural to Alice to find herself talking familiarly with them, as
if she had known them all her life. Indeed, she had quite a long
argument with the Lory, who at last turned sulky, and would only
say, 'I am older than you, and must know better'; and this Alice
would not allow without knowing how old it was, and, as the Lory
positively refused to tell its age, there was no more to be said.

At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person of authority among
them, called out, 'Sit down, all of you, and listen to me! I'll
soon make you dry enough!' They all sat down at once, in a large
ring, with the Mouse in the middle. Alice kept her eyes anxiously
fixed on it, for she felt sure she would catch a bad cold if she
did not get dry very soon.

'Ahem!' said the Mouse with an important air, 'are you all ready?
This is the driest thing I know. Silence all round, if you please!
"William the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the pope, was
soon submitted to by the English, who wanted leaders, and had been
of late much accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and
Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria--"'

'Ugh!' said the Lory, with a shiver.

'I beg your pardon!' said the Mouse, frowning, but very politely:
'Did you speak?'

'Not I!' said the Lory hastily.

'I thought you did,' said the Mouse. '--I proceed. "Edwin and
Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him: and
even Stigand, the patriotic archbishop of Canterbury, found it
advisable--"'

'Found what?' said the Duck.

'Found it,' the Mouse replied rather crossly: 'of course you know
what "it" means.'

'I know what "it" means well enough, when I find a thing,' said
the Duck: 'it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what
did the archbishop find?'

The Mouse did not notice this question, but hurriedly went on,
'"--found it advisable to go with Edgar Atheling to meet William
and offer him the crown. William's conduct at first was moderate.
But the insolence of his Normans--" How are you getting on now, my
dear?' it continued, turning to Alice as it spoke.

'As wet as ever,' said Alice in a melancholy tone: 'it doesn't seem
to dry me at all.'

'In that case,' said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, 'I move
that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more
energetic remedies--'

'Speak English!' said the Eaglet. 'I don't know the meaning of half
those long words, and, what's more, I don't believe you do either!'
And the Eaglet bent down its head to hide a smile: some of the
other birds tittered audibly.

'What I was going to say,' said the Dodo in an offended tone, 'was,
that the best thing to get us dry would be a Caucus-race.'

'What is a Caucus-race?' said Alice; not that she wanted much to
know, but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that somebody ought
to speak, and no one else seemed inclined to say anything.

'Why,' said the Dodo, 'the best way to explain it is to do it.'
(And, as you might like to try the thing yourself, some winter day,
I will tell you how the Dodo managed it.)

First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle, ('the exact
shape doesn't matter,' it said,) and then all the party were placed
along the course, here and there. There was no 'One, two, three,
and away,' but they began running when they liked, and left off
when they liked, so that it was not easy to know when the race was
over. However, when they had been running half an hour or so, and
were quite dry again, the Dodo suddenly called out 'The race is
over!' and they all crowded round it, panting, and asking, 'But
who has won?'

This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of
thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon
its forehead (the position in which you usually see Shakespeare,
in the pictures of him), while the rest waited in silence. At last
the Dodo said, 'everybody has won, and all must have prizes.'

'But who is to give the prizes?' quite a chorus of voices asked.

'Why, she, of course,' said the Dodo, pointing to Alice with one
finger; and the whole party at once crowded round her, calling out
in a confused way, 'Prizes! Prizes!'

Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she put her hand in
her pocket, and pulled out a box of comfits, (luckily the salt
water had not got into it), and handed them round as prizes. There
was exactly one a-piece all round.

'But she must have a prize herself, you know,' said the Mouse.

'Of course,' the Dodo replied very gravely. 'What else have you
got in your pocket?' he went on, turning to Alice.

'Only a thimble,' said Alice sadly.

'Hand it over here,' said the Dodo.

Then they all crowded round her once more, while the Dodo solemnly
presented the thimble, saying 'We beg your acceptance of this
elegant thimble'; and, when it had finished this short speech, they
all cheered.

Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked so
grave that she did not dare to laugh; and, as she could not think
of anything to say, she simply bowed, and took the thimble, looking
as solemn as she could.

The next thing was to eat the comfits: this caused some noise and
confusion, as the large birds complained that they could not taste
theirs, and the small ones choked and had to be patted on the back.
However, it was over at last, and they sat down again in a ring,
and begged the Mouse to tell them something more.

'You promised to tell me your history, you know,' said Alice, 'and
why it is you hate--C and D,' she added in a whisper, half afraid
that it would be offended again.

'Mine is a long and a sad tale!' said the Mouse, turning to Alice,
and sighing.

'It IS a long tail, certainly,' said Alice, looking down with wonder
at the Mouse's tail; 'but why do you call it sad?' And she kept on
puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea
of the tale was something like this:--

'Fury said to a mouse, That he met in the house, "Let us both go
to law: I will prosecute you. --Come, I'll take no denial; We must
have a trial: For really this morning I've nothing to do." Said
the mouse to the cur, "Such a trial, dear Sir,With no jury or judge,
would be wasting our breath." "I'll be judge, I'll be jury," said
cunning old Fury:"I'll try the whole cause, and condemn you to
death."'

'You are not attending!' said the Mouse to Alice severely. 'What
are you thinking of?'

'I beg your pardon,' said Alice very humbly: 'you had got to the
fifth bend, I think?'

'I had not!' cried the Mouse, sharply and very angrily.

'A knot!' said Alice, always ready to make herself useful, and
looking anxiously about her. 'Oh, do let me help to undo it!'

'I shall do nothing of the sort,' said the Mouse, getting up and
walking away. 'You insult me by talking such nonsense!'

'I didn't mean it!' pleaded poor Alice. 'But you're so easily
offended, you know!'

The Mouse only growled in reply.

'Please come back and finish your story!' Alice called after it;
and the others all joined in chorus, 'Yes, please do!' but the
Mouse only shook its head impatiently, and walked a little quicker.

'What a pity it wouldn't stay!' sighed the Lory, as soon as it was
quite out of sight; and an old Crab took the opportunity of saying
to her daughter 'Ah, my dear! Let this be a lesson to you never to
lose your temper!' 'Hold your tongue, Ma!' said the young Crab, a
little snappishly. 'You're enough to try the patience of an oyster!'

'I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!' said Alice aloud,
addressing nobody in particular. 'She'd soon fetch it back!'

'And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question?' said
the Lory.

Alice replied eagerly, for she was always ready to talk about her
pet: 'Dinah's our cat. And she's such a capital one for catching
mice you can't think! And oh, I wish you could see her after the
birds! Why, she'll eat a little bird as soon as look at it!'

This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party. Some of
the birds hurried off at once: one old Magpie began wrapping itself
up very carefully, remarking, 'I really must be getting home; the
night-air doesn't suit my throat!' and a Canary called out in a
trembling voice to its children, 'Come away, my dears! It's high
time you were all in bed!' On various pretexts they all moved off,
and Alice was soon left alone.

'I wish I hadn't mentioned Dinah!' she said to herself in a melancholy
tone. 'Nobody seems to like her, down here, and I'm sure she's the
best cat in the world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if I shall ever
see you any more!' And here poor Alice began to cry again, for she
felt very lonely and low-spirited. In a little while, however, she
again heard a little pattering of footsteps in the distance, and
she looked up eagerly, half hoping that the Mouse had changed his
mind, and was coming back to finish his story.

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CHAPTER IV

The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill

It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking
anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and she
heard it muttering to itself 'The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear
paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as
ferrets are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I wonder?'
Alice guessed in a moment that it was looking for the fan and the
pair of white kid gloves, and she very good-naturedly began hunting
about for them, but they were nowhere to be seen--everything seemed
to have changed since her swim in the pool, and the great hall,
with the glass table and the little door, had vanished completely.

Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about, and
called out to her in an angry tone, 'Why, Mary Ann, what are you
doing out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves
and a fan! Quick, now!' And Alice was so much frightened that she
ran off at once in the direction it pointed to, without trying to
explain the mistake it had made.

'He took me for his housemaid,' she said to herself as she ran.
'How surprised he'll be when he finds out who I am! But I'd better
take him his fan and gloves--that is, if I can find them.' As she
said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door of which
was a bright brass plate with the name 'W. RABBIT' engraved upon
it. She went in without knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great
fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of
the house before she had found the fan and gloves.

'How queer it seems,' Alice said to herself, 'to be going messages
for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah'll be sending me on messages next!'
And she began fancying the sort of thing that would happen: '"Miss
Alice! Come here directly, and get ready for your walk!" "Coming
in a minute, nurse! But I've got to see that the mouse doesn't get
out." Only I don't think,' Alice went on, 'that they'd let Dinah
stop in the house if it began ordering people about like that!'

By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a
table in the window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or
three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: she took up the fan and a
pair of the gloves, and was just going to leave the room, when her
eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near the looking- glass.
There was no label this time with the words 'DRINK ME,' but
nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips. 'I know
something interesting is sure to happen,' she said to herself,
'whenever I eat or drink anything; so I'll just see what this bottle
does. I do hope it'll make me grow large again, for really I'm
quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!'

It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before
she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing against
the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken.
She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself 'That's quite
enough--I hope I shan't grow any more--As it is, I can't get out
at the door--I do wish I hadn't drunk quite so much!'

Alas! it was too late to wish that! She went on growing, and growing,
and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute
there was not even room for this, and she tried the effect of lying
down with one elbow against the door, and the other arm curled
round her head. Still she went on growing, and, as a last resource,
she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the chimney,
and said to herself 'Now I can do no more, whatever happens. What
will become of me?'

Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full
effect, and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable,
and, as there seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting
out of the room again, no wonder she felt unhappy.

'It was much pleasanter at home,' thought poor Alice, 'when one
wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about
by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that
rabbit-hole--and yet--and yet--it's rather curious, you know, this
sort of life! I do wonder what can have happened to me! When I used
to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened,
and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book
written about me, that there ought! And when I grow up, I'll write
one--but I'm grown up now,' she added in a sorrowful tone; 'at
least there's no room to grow up any more here.'

'But then,' thought Alice, 'shall I never get any older than I am
now? That'll be a comfort, one way--never to be an old woman-- but
then--always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldn't like that!'

'Oh, you foolish Alice!' she answered herself. 'How can you learn
lessons in here? Why, there's hardly room for you, and no room at
all for any lesson-books!'

And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and
making quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few
minutes she heard a voice outside, and stopped to listen.

'Mary Ann! Mary Ann!' said the voice. 'Fetch me my gloves this
moment!' Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice
knew it was the Rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled
till she shook the house, quite forgetting that she was now about
a thousand times as large as the Rabbit, and had no reason to be
afraid of it.

Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it;
but, as the door opened inwards, and Alice's elbow was pressed hard
against it, that attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it say to
itself 'Then I'll go round and get in at the window.'

'That you won't' thought Alice, and, after waiting till she fancied
she heard the Rabbit just under the window, she suddenly spread
out her hand, and made a snatch in the air. She did not get hold
of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash
of broken glass, from which she concluded that it was just possible
it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort.

Next came an angry voice--the Rabbit's--'Pat! Pat! Where are you?'
And then a voice she had never heard before, 'Sure then I'm here!
Digging for apples, yer honour!'

'Digging for apples, indeed!' said the Rabbit angrily. 'Here! Come
and help me out of this!' (Sounds of more broken glass.)

'Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window?'

'Sure, it's an arm, yer honour!' (He pronounced it 'arrum.')

'An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the
whole window!'

'Sure, it does, yer honour: but it's an arm for all that.'

'Well, it's got no business there, at any rate: go and take it
away!'

There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear
whispers now and then; such as, 'Sure, I don't like it, yer honour,
at all, at all!' 'Do as I tell you, you coward!' and at last she
spread out her hand again, and made another snatch in the air. This
time there were two little shrieks, and more sounds of broken glass.
'What a number of cucumber-frames there must be!' thought Alice.
'I wonder what they'll do next! As for pulling me out of the window,
I only wish they could! I'm sure I don't want to stay in here any
longer!'

She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last
came a rumbling of little cartwheels, and the sound of a good many
voices all talking together: she made out the words: 'Where's the
other ladder?--Why, I hadn't to bring but one; Bill's got the
other--Bill! fetch it here, lad!--Here, put 'em up at this corner--No,
tie 'em together first--they don't reach half high enough yet--Oh!
they'll do well enough; don't be particular-- Here, Bill! catch
hold of this rope--Will the roof bear?--Mind that loose slate--Oh,
it's coming down! Heads below!' (a loud crash)--'Now, who did
that?--It was Bill, I fancy--Who's to go down the chimney?--Nay,
I shan't! you do it!--That I won't, then!--Bill's to go down--Here,
Bill! the master says you're to go down the chimney!'

'Oh! So Bill's got to come down the chimney, has he?' said Alice
to herself. 'Shy, they seem to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn't
be in Bill's place for a good deal: this fireplace is narrow, to
be sure; but I think I can kick a little!'

She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited
till she heard a little animal (she couldn't guess of what sort it
was) scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close above
her: then, saying to herself 'This is Bill,' she gave one sharp
kick, and waited to see what would happen next.

The first thing she heard was a general chorus of 'There goes Bill!'
then the Rabbit's voice along--'Catch him, you by the hedge!' then
silence, and then another confusion of voices--'Hold up his
head--Brandy now--Don't choke him--How was it, old fellow? What
happened to you? Tell us all about it!'

Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice, ('That's Bill,' thought
Alice,) 'Well, I hardly know--No more, thank ye; I'm better now--but
I'm a deal too flustered to tell you--all I know is, something
comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and up I goes like a sky-rocket!'

'So you did, old fellow!' said the others.

'We must burn the house down!' said the Rabbit's voice; and Alice
called out as loud as she could, 'If you do. I'll set Dinah at
you!'

There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself,
'I wonder what they will do next! If they had any sense, they'd
take the roof off.' After a minute or two, they began moving about
again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, 'A barrowful will do, to
begin with.'

'A barrowful of what?' thought Alice; but she had not long to doubt,
for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at
the window, and some of them hit her in the face. 'I'll put a stop
to this,' she said to herself, and shouted out, 'You'd better not
do that again!' which produced another dead silence.

Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning
into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came
into her head. 'If I eat one of these cakes,' she thought, 'it's
sure to make some change in my size; and as it can't possibly make
me larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose.'

So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that
she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to
get through the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a
crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little
Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs,
who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all made a rush
at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she
could, and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.

'The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as she
wandered about in the wood, 'is to grow to my right size again;
and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I
think that will be the best plan.'

It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply
arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest
idea how to set about it; and while she was peering about anxiously
among the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her
look up in a great hurry.

An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes,
and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. 'Poor little
thing!' said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle
to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought
that it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to
eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.

Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick,
and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the
air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed
at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind
a great thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and the moment
she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the
stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it;
then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with
a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its
feet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series
of short charges at the stick, running avery little way forwards
each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while,
till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue
hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.

This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so
she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of
breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the
distance.

'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant
against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one
of the leaves: 'I should have liked teaching it tricks very much,
if--if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly
forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me see--how IS it to
be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other;
but the great question is, what?'

The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her
at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see anything
that looked like the right thing to eat or drink under the
circumstances. There was a large mushroom growing near her, about
the same height as herself; and when she had looked under it, and
on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to her that she
might as well look and see what was on the top of it.

She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of
the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large
caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms folded,
quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice
of her or of anything else.

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CHAPTER V

Advice from a Caterpillar

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in
silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth,
and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

'Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice
replied, rather shyly, 'I--I hardly know, sir, just at present--
at least I know who I WAS when I got up this morning, but I think
I must have been changed several times since then.'

'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly. 'Explain
yourself!'

'I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice, 'because I'm
not myself, you see.'

'I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.

'I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very
politely, 'for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and
being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'

'It isn't,' said the Caterpillar.

'Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; 'but when
you have to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you know--and
then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a
little queer, won't you?'

'Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar.

'Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice; 'all
I know is, it would feel very queer to me.'

'You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously. 'Who are you?'

Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation.
Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar's making such very
short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, 'I
think, you ought to tell me who you are, first.'

'Why?' said the Caterpillar.

Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think
of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very
unpleasant state of mind, she turned away.

'Come back!' the Caterpillar called after her. 'I've something
important to say!'

This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back again.

'Keep your temper,' said the Caterpillar.

'Is that all?' said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as
she could.

'No,' said the Caterpillar.

Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to
do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing.
For some minutes it puffed away without speaking, but at last it
unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and
said, 'So you think you're changed, do you?'

'I'm afraid I am, sir,' said Alice; 'I can't remember things as I
used--and I don't keep the same size for ten minutes together!'

'Can't remember what things?' said the Caterpillar.

'Well, I've tried to say "How doth the little busy bee," but it
all came different!' Alice replied in a very melancholy voice.

'Repeat, "you are old, Father William,"' said the Caterpillar.

Alice folded her hands, and began:--

'You are old, Father William,' the young man said, 'And your hair
has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head--
Do you think, at your age, it is right?'

'In my youth,' Father William replied to his son, 'I feared it
might injure the brain; But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have
none, Why, I do it again and again.'

'You are old,' said the youth, 'as I mentioned before, And have
grown most uncommonly fat; Yet you turned a back-somersault in at
the door-- Pray, what is the reason of that?'

'In my youth,' said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, 'I kept
all my limbs very supple By the use of this ointment--one shilling
the box-- Allow me to sell you a couple?'

'You are old,' said the youth, 'and your jaws are too weak For
anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the
bones and the beak-- Pray how did you manage to do it?'

'In my youth,' said his father, 'I took to the law, And argued each
case with my wife; And the muscular strength, which it gave to my
jaw, Has lasted the rest of my life.'

'You are old,' said the youth, 'one would hardly suppose That your
eye was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of
your nose-- What made you so awfully clever?'

'I have answered three questions, and that is enough,' Said his
father; 'don't give yourself airs! Do you think I can listen all
day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!'

'That is not said right,' said the Caterpillar.

'Not quite right, I'm afraid,' said Alice, timidly; 'some of the
words have got altered.'

'It is wrong from beginning to end,' said the Caterpillar decidedly,
and there was silence for some minutes.

The Caterpillar was the first to speak.

'What size do you want to be?' it asked.

'Oh, I'm not particular as to size,' Alice hastily replied; 'only
one doesn't like changing so often, you know.'

'I don't know,' said the Caterpillar.

Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in her
life before, and she felt that she was losing her temper.

'Are you content now?' said the Caterpillar.

'Well, I should like to be a little larger, sir, if you wouldn't
mind,' said Alice: 'three inches is such a wretched height to be.'

'It is a very good height indeed!' said the Caterpillar angrily,
rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches
high).

'But I'm not used to it!' pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone.
And she thought of herself, 'I wish the creatures wouldn't be so
easily offended!'

'You'll get used to it in time,' said the Caterpillar; and it put
the hookah into its mouth and began smoking again.

This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. In
a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth
and yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got down off
the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely remarking as
it went, 'One side will make you grow taller, and the other side
will make you grow shorter.'

'One side of what? The other side of what?' thought Alice to herself.

'Of the mushroom,' said the Caterpillar, just as if she had asked
it aloud; and in another moment it was out of sight.

Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute,
trying to make out which were the two sides of it; and as it was
perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question. However,
at last she stretched her arms round it as far as they would go,
and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand.

'And now which is which?' she said to herself, and nibbled a little
of the right-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment she felt
a violent blow underneath her chin: it had struck her foot!

She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but she
felt that there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly;
so she set to work at once to eat some of the other bit. Her chin
was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was hardly room
to open her mouth; but she did it at last, and managed to swallow
a morsel of the lefthand bit.

* * * * *

'Come, my head's free at last!' said Alice in a tone of delight,
which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that
her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when
she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which seemed to
rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below
her.

'What can all that green stuff be?' said Alice. 'And where have my
shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can't see
you?' She was moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed
to follow, except a little shaking among the distant green leaves.

As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her
head, she tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to
find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction, like
a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful
zigzag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, which she found
to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she had been
wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry: a large
pigeon had flown into her face, and was beating her violently with
its wings.

'Serpent!' screamed the Pigeon.

'I'm not a serpent!' said Alice indignantly. 'Let me alone!'

'Serpent, I say again!' repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued
tone, and added with a kind of sob, 'I've tried every way, and
nothing seems to suit them!'

'I haven't the least idea what you're talking about,' said Alice.

'I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried banks, and I've
tried hedges,' the Pigeon went on, without attending to her; 'but
those serpents! There's no pleasing them!'

Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no use
in saying anything more till the Pigeon had finished.

'As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching the eggs,' said the Pigeon;
'but I must be on the look-out for serpents night and day! Why, I
haven't had a wink of sleep these three weeks!'

'I'm very sorry you've been annoyed,' said Alice, who was beginning
to see its meaning.

'And just as I'd taken the highest tree in the wood,' continued
the Pigeon, raising its voice to a shriek, 'and just as I was
thinking I should be free of them at last, they must needs come
wriggling down from the sky! Ugh, Serpent!'

'But I'm not a serpent, I tell you!' said Alice. 'I'm a--I'm a--'

'Well! what are you?' said the Pigeon. 'I can see you're trying to
invent something!'

'I--I'm a little girl,' said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she
remembered the number of changes she had gone through that day.

'A likely story indeed!' said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepest
contempt. 'I've seen a good many little girls in my time, but never
one with such a neck as that! No, no! You're a serpent; and there's
no use denying it. I suppose you'll be telling me next that you
never tasted an egg!'

'I have tasted eggs, certainly,' said Alice, who was a very truthful
child; 'but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do,
you know.'

'I don't believe it,' said the Pigeon; 'but if they do, why then
they're a kind of serpent, that's all I can say.'

This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent for
a minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of adding,
'You're looking for eggs, I know that well enough; and what does
it matter to me whether you're a little girl or a serpent?'

'It matters a good deal to me,' said Alice hastily; 'but I'm not
looking for eggs, as it happens; and if I was, I shouldn't want
yours: I don't like them raw.'

'Well, be off, then!' said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it settled
down again into its nest. Alice crouched down among the trees as
well as she could, for her neck kept getting entangled among the
branches, and every now and then she had to stop and untwist it.
After a while she remembered that she still held the pieces of
mushroom in her hands, and she set to work very carefully, nibbling
first at one and then at the other, and growing sometimes taller
and sometimes shorter, until she had succeeded in bringing herself
down to her usual height.

It was so long since she had been anything near the right size,
that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a
few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. 'Come, there's
half my plan done now! How puzzling all these changes are! I'm
never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to another! However,
I've got back to my right size: the next thing is, to get into that
beautiful garden--how is that to be done, I wonder?' As she said
this, she came suddenly upon an open place, with a little house in
it about four feet high. 'Whoever lives there,' thought Alice,
'it'll never do to come upon them this size: why, I should frighten
them out of their wits!' So she began nibbling at the righthand
bit again, and did not venture to go near the house till she had
brought herself down to nine inches high.

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CHAPTER VI

Pig and Pepper

For a minute or two she stood looking at the house, and wondering
what to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery came running
out of the wood--(she considered him to be a footman because he
was in livery: otherwise, judging by his face only, she would have
called him a fish)--and rapped loudly at the door with his knuckles.
It was opened by another footman in livery, with a round face, and
large eyes like a frog; and both footmen, Alice noticed, had powdered
hair that curled all over their heads. She felt very curious to
know what it was all about, and crept a little way out of the wood
to listen.

The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great
letter, nearly as large as himself, and this he handed over to the
other, saying, in a solemn tone, 'For the Duchess. An invitation
from the Queen to play croquet.' The Frog-Footman repeated, in the
same solemn tone, only changing the order of the words a little,
'From the Queen. An invitation for the Duchess to play croquet.'

Then they both bowed low, and their curls got entangled together.

Alice laughed so much at this, that she had to run back into the
wood for fear of their hearing her; and when she next peeped out
the Fish-Footman was gone, and the other was sitting on the ground
near the door, staring stupidly up into the sky.

Alice went timidly up to the door, and knocked.

'There's no sort of use in knocking,' said the Footman, 'and that
for two reasons. First, because I'm on the same side of the door
as you are; secondly, because they're making such a noise inside,
no one could possibly hear you.' And certainly there was a most
extraordinary noise going on within--a constant howling and sneezing,
and every now and then a great crash, as if a dish or kettle had
been broken to pieces.

'Please, then,' said Alice, 'how am I to get in?'

'There might be some sense in your knocking,' the Footman went on
without attending to her, 'if we had the door between us. For
instance, if you were inside, you might knock, and I could let you
out, you know.' He was looking up into the sky all the time he was
speaking, and this Alice thought decidedly uncivil. 'But perhaps
he can't help it,' she said to herself; 'his eyes are so very nearly
at the top of his head. But at any rate he might answer questions.--How
am I to get in?' she repeated, aloud.

'I shall sit here,' the Footman remarked, 'till tomorrow--'

At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate came
skimming out, straight at the Footman's head: it just grazed his
nose, and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him.

'--or next day, maybe,' the Footman continued in the same tone,
exactly as if nothing had happened.

'How am I to get in?' asked Alice again, in a louder tone.

'Are you to get in at all?' said the Footman. 'That's the first
question, you know.'

It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to be told so. 'It's
really dreadful,' she muttered to herself, 'the way all the creatures
argue. It's enough to drive one crazy!'

The Footman seemed to think this a good opportunity for repeating
his remark, with variations. 'I shall sit here,' he said, 'on and
off, for days and days.'

'But what am I to do?' said Alice.

'Anything you like,' said the Footman, and began whistling.

'Oh, there's no use in talking to him,' said Alice desperately:
'he's perfectly idiotic!' And she opened the door and went in.

The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of smoke
from one end to the other: the Duchess was sitting on a three-legged
stool in the middle, nursing a baby; the cook was leaning over the
fire, stirring a large cauldron which seemed to be full of soup.

'There's certainly too much pepper in that soup!' Alice said to
herself, as well as she could for sneezing.

There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the Duchess
sneezed occasionally; and as for the baby, it was sneezing and
howling alternately without a moment's pause. The only things in
the kitchen that did not sneeze, were the cook, and a large cat
which was sitting on the hearth and grinning from ear to ear.

'Please would you tell me,' said Alice, a little timidly, for she
was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her to speak
first, 'why your cat grins like that?'

'It's a Cheshire cat,' said the Duchess, 'and that's why. Pig!'

She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice quite
jumped; but she saw in another moment that it was addressed to the
baby, and not to her, so she took courage, and went on again:--

'I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I didn't
know that cats could grin.'

'They all can,' said the Duchess; 'and most of 'em do.'

'I don't know of any that do,' Alice said very politely, feeling
quite pleased to have got into a conversation.

'You don't know much,' said the Duchess; 'and that's a fact.'

Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark, and thought it
would be as well to introduce some other subject of conversation.
While she was trying to fix on one, the cook took the cauldron of
soup off the fire, and at once set to work throwing everything
within her reach at the Duchess and the baby --the fire-irons came
first; then followed a shower of saucepans, plates, and dishes.
The Duchess took no notice of them even when they hit her; and the
baby was howling so much already, that it was quite impossible to
say whether the blows hurt it or not.

'Oh, please mind what you're doing!' cried Alice, jumping up and
down in an agony of terror. 'Oh, there goes his precious nose'; as
an unusually large saucepan flew close by it, and very nearly
carried it off.

'If everybody minded their own business,' the Duchess said in a
hoarse growl, 'the world would go round a deal faster than it does.'

'Which would not be an advantage,' said Alice, who felt very glad
to get an opportunity of showing off a little of her knowledge.
'Just think of what work it would make with the day and night! You
see the earth takes twenty-four hours to turn round on its axis--'

'Talking of axes,' said the Duchess, 'chop off her head!'

Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to see if she meant to
take the hint; but the cook was busily stirring the soup, and seemed
not to be listening, so she went on again: 'Twenty-four hours, I
think; or is it twelve? I--'

'Oh, don't bother ME,' said the Duchess; 'I never could abide
figures!' And with that she began nursing her child again, singing
a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent
shake at the end of every line:

'Speak roughly to your little boy,

And beat him when he sneezes:

He only does it to annoy,

Because he knows it teases.'

CHORUS

(In which the cook and the baby joined):--

'Wow! wow! wow!'

While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept
tossing the baby violently up and down, and the poor little thing
howled so, that Alice could hardly hear the words:--

'I speak severely to my boy,

I beat him when he sneezes;

For he can thoroughly enjoy

The pepper when he pleases!'

CHORUS

'Wow! wow! wow!'

'Here! you may nurse it a bit, if you like!' the Duchess said to
Alice, flinging the baby at her as she spoke. 'I must go and get
ready to play croquet with the Queen,' and she hurried out of the
room. The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went out, but
it just missed her.

Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer-
shaped little creature, and held out its arms and legs in all
directions, 'just like a star-fish,' thought Alice. The poor little
thing was snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept
doubling itself up and straightening itself out again, so that
altogether, for the first minute or two, it was as much as she
could do to hold it.

As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing it, (which
was to twist it up into a sort of knot, and then keep tight hold
of its right ear and left foot, so as to prevent its undoing itself,)
she carried it out into the open air. 'If I don't take this child
away with me,' thought Alice, 'they're sure to kill it in a day or
two: wouldn't it be murder to leave it behind?' She said the last
words out loud, and the little thing grunted in reply (it had left
off sneezing by this time). 'Don't grunt,' said Alice; 'that's not
at all a proper way of expressing yourself.'

The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its
face to see what was the matter with it. There could be no doubt
that it had a very turn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real
nose; also its eyes were getting extremely small for a baby:
altogether Alice did not like the look of the thing at all. 'But
perhaps it was only sobbing,' she thought, and looked into its eyes
again, to see if there were any tears.

No, there were no tears. 'If you're going to turn into a pig, my
dear,' said Alice, seriously, 'I'll have nothing more to do with
you. Mind now!' The poor little thing sobbed again (or grunted, it
was impossible to say which), and they went on for some while in
silence.

Alice was just beginning to think to herself, 'Now, what am I to
do with this creature when I get it home?' when it grunted again,
so violently, that she looked down into its face in some alarm.
This time there could be no mistake about it: it was neither more
nor less than a pig, and she felt that it would be quite absurd
for her to carry it further.

So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to
see it trot away quietly into the wood. 'If it had grown up,' she
said to herself, 'it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: but
it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.' And she began thinking
over other children she knew, who might do very well as pigs, and
was just saying to herself, 'if one only knew the right way to
change them--' when she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire
Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off.

The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good- natured,
she thought: still it had very long claws and a great many teeth,
so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect.

'Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all
know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a
little wider. 'Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and she
went on. 'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from
here?'

'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the
Cat.

'I don't much care where--' said Alice.

'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.

'--so long as I get somewhere,' Alice added as an explanation.

'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long
enough.'

Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another
question. 'What sort of people live about here?'

'In that direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw round,
'lives a Hatter: and in that direction,' waving the other paw,
'lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.'

'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.

'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here. I'm
mad. You're mad.'

'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.

'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come here.'

Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on 'And
how do you know that you're mad?'

'To begin with,' said the Cat, 'a dog's not mad. You grant that?'

'I suppose so,' said Alice.

'Well, then,' the Cat went on, 'you see, a dog growls when it's
angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm
pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.'

'I call it purring, not growling,' said Alice.

'Call it what you like,' said the Cat. 'Do you play croquet with
the Queen to-day?'

'I should like it very much,' said Alice, 'but I haven't been
invited yet.'

'You'll see me there,' said the Cat, and vanished.

Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used to
queer things happening. While she was looking at the place where
it had been, it suddenly appeared again.

'By-the-bye, what became of the baby?' said the Cat. 'I'd nearly
forgotten to ask.'

'It turned into a pig,' Alice quietly said, just as if it had come
back in a natural way.

'I thought it would,' said the Cat, and vanished again.

Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did
not appear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the direction
in which the March Hare was said to live. 'I've seen hatters before,'
she said to herself; 'the March Hare will be much the most interesting,
and perhaps as this is May it won't be raving mad--at least not so
mad as it was in March.' As she said this, she looked up, and there
was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.

'Did you say pig, or fig?' said the Cat.

'I said pig,' replied Alice; 'and I wish you wouldn't keep appearing
and vanishing so suddenly: you make one quite giddy.'

'All right,' said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly,
beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which
remained some time after the rest of it had gone.

'Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin,' thought Alice; 'but
a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing I ever saw in my
life!'

She had not gone much farther before she came in sight of the house
of the March Hare: she thought it must be the right house, because
the chimneys were shaped like ears and the roof was thatched with
fur. It was so large a house, that she did not like to go nearer
till she had nibbled some more of the lefthand bit of mushroom,
and raised herself to about two feet high: even then she walked up
towards it rather timidly, saying to herself 'Suppose it should be
raving mad after all! I almost wish I'd gone to see the Hatter
instead!'

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CHAPTER VII

A Mad Tea-Party

There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and
the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse
was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using
it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its
head. 'Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,' thought Alice; 'only,
as it's asleep, I suppose it doesn't mind.'

The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together
at one corner of it: 'No room! No room!' they cried out when they
saw Alice coming. 'There's plenty of room!' said Alice indignantly,
and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.

'Have some wine,' the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.

Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but
tea. 'I don't see any wine,' she remarked.

'There isn't any,' said the March Hare.

'Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it,' said Alice angrily.

'It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited,'
said the March Hare.

'I didn't know it was your table,' said Alice; 'it's laid for a
great many more than three.'

'Your hair wants cutting,' said the Hatter. He had been looking at
Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first
speech.

'You should learn not to make personal remarks,' Alice said with
some severity; 'it's very rude.'

The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he
said was, 'Why is a raven like a writing-desk?'

'Come, we shall have some fun now!' thought Alice. 'I'm glad they've
begun asking riddles.--I believe I can guess that,' she added aloud.

'Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?'
said the March Hare.

'Exactly so,' said Alice.

'Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went on.

'I do,' Alice hastily replied; 'at least--at least I mean what I
say--that's the same thing, you know.'

'Not the same thing a bit!' said the Hatter. 'You might just as
well say that "I see what I eat" is the same thing as "I eat what
I see"!'

'You might just as well say,' added the March Hare, 'that "I like
what I get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!'

'You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed to be
talking in his sleep, 'that "I breathe when I sleep" is the same
thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!'

'It is the same thing with you,' said the Hatter, and here the
conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while
Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and
writing-desks, which wasn't much.

The Hatter was the first to break the silence. 'What day of the
month is it?' he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch
out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every
now and then, and holding it to his ear.

Alice considered a little, and then said 'The fourth.'

'Two days wrong!' sighed the Hatter. 'I told you butter wouldn't
suit the works!' he added looking angrily at the March Hare.

'It was the best butter,' the March Hare meekly replied.

'Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,' the Hatter grumbled:
'you shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife.'

The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he
dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could
think of nothing better to say than his first remark, 'It was the
best butter, you know.'

Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. 'What
a funny watch!' she remarked. 'It tells the day of the month, and
doesn't tell what o'clock it is!'

'Why should it?' muttered the Hatter. 'Does your watch tell you
what year it is?'

'Of course not,' Alice replied very readily: 'but that's because
it stays the same year for such a long time together.'

'Which is just the case with mine,' said the Hatter.

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to have
no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. 'I
don't quite understand you,' she said, as politely as she could.

'The Dormouse is asleep again,' said the Hatter, and he poured a
little hot tea upon its nose.

The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening
its eyes, 'Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark
myself.'

'Have you guessed the riddle yet?' the Hatter said, turning to
Alice again.

'No, I give it up,' Alice replied: 'what's the answer?'

'I haven't the slightest idea,' said the Hatter.

'Nor I,' said the March Hare.

Alice sighed wearily. 'I think you might do something better with
the time,' she said, 'than waste it in asking riddles that have no
answers.'

'If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, 'you wouldn't
talk about wasting it. It's him.'

'I don't know what you mean,' said Alice.

'Of course you don't!' the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously.
'I dare say you never even spoke to Time!'

'Perhaps not,' Alice cautiously replied: 'but I know I have to beat
time when I learn music.'

'Ah! that accounts for it,' said the Hatter. 'He won't stand beating.
Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything
you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o'clock
in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you'd only have to
whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling!
Half-past one, time for dinner!'

('I only wish it was,' the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.)

'That would be grand, certainly,' said Alice thoughtfully: 'but
then--I shouldn't be hungry for it, you know.'

'Not at first, perhaps,' said the Hatter: 'but you could keep it
to half-past one as long as you liked.'

'Is that the way you manage?' Alice asked.

The Hatter shook his head mournfully. 'Not I!' he replied. 'We
quarrelled last March--just before he went mad, you know--' (pointing
with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) '--it was at the great
concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing

"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!

How I wonder what you're at!"

You know the song, perhaps?'

'I've heard something like it,' said Alice.

'It goes on, you know,' the Hatter continued, 'in this way:--

"Up above the world you fly,

Like a tea-tray in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle--"'

Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep
'Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle--' and went on so long that
they had to pinch it to make it stop.

'Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse,' said the Hatter, 'when
the Queen jumped up and bawled out, "He's murdering the time! Off
with his head!"'

'How dreadfully savage!' exclaimed Alice.

'And ever since that,' the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, 'he
won't do a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now.'

A bright idea came into Alice's head. 'Is that the reason so many
tea-things are put out here?' she asked.

'Yes, that's it,' said the Hatter with a sigh: 'it's always tea-time,
and we've no time to wash the things between whiles.'

'Then you keep moving round, I suppose?' said Alice.

'Exactly so,' said the Hatter: 'as the things get used up.'

'But what happens when you come to the beginning again?' Alice
ventured to ask.

'Suppose we change the subject,' the March Hare interrupted, yawning.
'I'm getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story.'

'I'm afraid I don't know one,' said Alice, rather alarmed at the
proposal.

'Then the Dormouse shall!' they both cried. 'Wake up, Dormouse!'
And they pinched it on both sides at once.

The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. 'I wasn't asleep,' he said in
a hoarse, feeble voice: 'I heard every word you fellows were saying.'

'Tell us a story!' said the March Hare.

'Yes, please do!' pleaded Alice.

'And be quick about it,' added the Hatter, 'or you'll be asleep
again before it's done.'

'Once upon a time there were three little sisters,' the Dormouse
began in a great hurry; 'and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and
Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well--'

'What did they live on?' said Alice, who always took a great interest
in questions of eating and drinking.

'They lived on treacle,' said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute
or two.

'They couldn't have done that, you know,' Alice gently remarked;
'they'd have been ill.'

'So they were,' said the Dormouse; 'very ill.'

Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary ways of
living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went on:
'But why did they live at the bottom of a well?'

'Take some more tea,' the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.

'I've had nothing yet,' Alice replied in an offended tone, 'so I
can't take more.'

'You mean you can't take less,' said the Hatter: 'it's very easy
to take more than nothing.'

'Nobody asked your opinion,' said Alice.

'Who's making personal remarks now?' the Hatter asked triumphantly.

Alice did not quite know what to say to this: so she helped herself
to some tea and bread-and-butter, and then turned to the Dormouse,
and repeated her question. 'Why did they live at the bottom of a
well?'

The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and then
said, 'It was a treacle-well.'

'There's no such thing!' Alice was beginning very angrily, but the
Hatter and the March Hare went 'Sh! sh!' and the Dormouse sulkily
remarked, 'If you can't be civil, you'd better finish the story
for yourself.'

'No, please go on!' Alice said very humbly; 'I won't interrupt
again. I dare say there may be one.'

'One, indeed!' said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he consented
to go on. 'And so these three little sisters--they were learning
to draw, you know--'

'What did they draw?' said Alice, quite forgetting her promise.

'Treacle,' said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time.

'I want a clean cup,' interrupted the Hatter: 'let's all move one
place on.'

He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March
Hare moved into the Dormouse's place, and Alice rather unwillingly
took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one who
got any advantage from the change: and Alice was a good deal worse
off than before, as the March Hare had just upset the milk-jug into
his plate.

Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very
cautiously: 'But I don't understand. Where did they draw the treacle
from?'

'You can draw water out of a water-well,' said the Hatter; 'so I
should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well--eh,
stupid?'

'But they were in the well,' Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosing
to notice this last remark.

'Of course they were', said the Dormouse; '--well in.'

This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go
on for some time without interrupting it.

'They were learning to draw,' the Dormouse went on, yawning and
rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; 'and they drew
all manner of things--everything that begins with an M--'

'Why with an M?' said Alice.

'Why not?' said the March Hare.

Alice was silent.

The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off
into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again
with a little shriek, and went on: '--that begins with an M, such
as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness-- you know
you say things are "much of a muchness"--did you ever see such a
thing as a drawing of a muchness?'

'Really, now you ask me,' said Alice, very much confused, 'I don't
think--'

'Then you shouldn't talk,' said the Hatter.

This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up
in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly,
and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though
she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call
after her: the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the
Dormouse into the teapot.

'At any rate I'll never go there again!' said Alice as she picked
her way through the wood. 'It's the stupidest tea-party I ever was
at in all my life!'

Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a door
leading right into it. 'That's very curious!' she thought. 'But
everything's curious today. I think I may as well go in at once.'
And in she went.

Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the
little glass table. 'Now, I'll manage better this time,' she said
to herself, and began by taking the little golden key, and unlocking
the door that led into the garden. Then she went to work nibbling
at the mushroom (she had kept a piece of it in her pocket) till
she was about a foot high: then she walked down the little passage:
and then--she found herself at last in the beautiful garden, among
the bright flower-beds and the cool fountains.

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CHAPTER VIII

The Queen's Croquet-Ground

A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses
growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it,
busily painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious thing,
and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up to them
she heard one of them say, 'Look out now, Five! Don't go splashing
paint over me like that!'

'I couldn't help it,' said Five, in a sulky tone; 'Seven jogged my
elbow.'

On which Seven looked up and said, 'That's right, Five! Always lay
the blame on others!'

You'd better not talk!' said Five. 'I heard the Queen say only
yesterday you deserved to be beheaded!'

'What for?' said the one who had spoken first.

'That's none of your business, Two!' said Seven.

'Yes, it is his business!' said Five, 'and I'll tell him--it was
for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions.'

Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun 'Well, of all the
unjust things--' when his eye chanced to fall upon Alice, as she
stood watching them, and he checked himself suddenly: the others
looked round also, and all of them bowed low.

'Would you tell me,' said Alice, a little timidly, 'why you are
painting those roses?'

Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a low
voice, 'Why the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have
been a red rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; and if
the Queen was to find it out, we should all have our heads cut off,
you know. So you see, Miss, we're doing our best, afore she comes,
to--' At this moment Five, who had been anxiously looking across
the garden, called out 'The Queen! The Queen!' and the three
gardeners instantly threw themselves flat upon their faces. There
was a sound of many footsteps, and Alice looked round, eager to
see the Queen.

First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped like
the three gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and feet at
the corners: next the ten courtiers; these were ornamented all over
with diamonds, and walked two and two, as the soldiers did. After
these came the royal children; there were ten of them, and the
little dears came jumping merrily along hand in hand, in couples:
they were all ornamented with hearts. Next came the guests, mostly
Kings and Queens, and among them Alice recognised the White Rabbit:
it was talking in a hurried nervous manner, smiling at everything
that was said, and went by without noticing her. Then followed the
Knave of Hearts, carrying the King's crown on a crimson velvet
cushion; and, last of all this grand procession, came THE KING AND
QUEEN OF HEARTS.

Alice was rather doubtful whether she ought not to lie down on her
face like the three gardeners, but she could not remember ever
having heard of such a rule at processions; 'and besides, what
would be the use of a procession,' thought she, 'if people had all
to lie down upon their faces, so that they couldn't see it?' So
she stood still where she was, and waited.

When the procession came opposite to Alice, they all stopped and
looked at her, and the Queen said severely 'Who is this?' She said
it to the Knave of Hearts, who only bowed and smiled in reply.

'Idiot!' said the Queen, tossing her head impatiently; and, turning
to Alice, she went on, 'What's your name, child?'

'My name is Alice, so please your Majesty,' said Alice very politely;
but she added, to herself, 'Why, they're only a pack of cards,
after all. I needn't be afraid of them!'

'And who are these?' said the Queen, pointing to the three gardeners
who were lying round the rosetree; for, you see, as they were lying
on their faces, and the pattern on their backs was the same as the
rest of the pack, she could not tell whether they were gardeners,
or soldiers, or courtiers, or three of her own children.

'How should I know?' said Alice, surprised at her own courage.
'It's no business of mine.'

The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for
a moment like a wild beast, screamed 'Off with her head! Off--'

'Nonsense!' said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen
was silent.

The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said 'Consider,
my dear: she is only a child!'

The Queen turned angrily away from him, and said to the Knave 'Turn
them over!'

The Knave did so, very carefully, with one foot.

'Get up!' said the Queen, in a shrill, loud voice, and the three
gardeners instantly jumped up, and began bowing to the King, the
Queen, the royal children, and everybody else.

'Leave off that!' screamed the Queen. 'You make me giddy.' And
then, turning to the rose-tree, she went on, 'What have you been
doing here?'

'May it please your Majesty,' said Two, in a very humble tone,
going down on one knee as he spoke, 'we were trying--'

'I see!' said the Queen, who had meanwhile been examining the roses.
'Off with their heads!' and the procession moved on, three of the
soldiers remaining behind to execute the unfortunate gardeners,
who ran to Alice for protection.

'You shan't be beheaded!' said Alice, and she put them into a large
flower-pot that stood near. The three soldiers wandered about for
a minute or two, looking for them, and then quietly marched off
after the others.

'Are their heads off?' shouted the Queen.

'Their heads are gone, if it please your Majesty!' the soldiers
shouted in reply.

'That's right!' shouted the Queen. 'Can you play croquet?'

The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice, as the question was
evidently meant for her.

'Yes!' shouted Alice.

'Come on, then!' roared the Queen, and Alice joined the procession,
wondering very much what would happen next.

'It's--it's a very fine day!' said a timid voice at her side. She
was walking by the White Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously into
her face.

'Very,' said Alice: '--where's the Duchess?'

'Hush! Hush!' said the Rabbit in a low, hurried tone. He looked
anxiously over his shoulder as he spoke, and then raised himself
upon tiptoe, put his mouth close to her ear, and whispered 'She's
under sentence of execution.'

'What for?' said Alice.

'Did you say "What a pity!"?' the Rabbit asked.

'No, I didn't,' said Alice: 'I don't think it's at all a pity. I
said "What for?"'

'She boxed the Queen's ears--' the Rabbit began. Alice gave a little
scream of laughter. 'Oh, hush!' the Rabbit whispered in a frightened
tone. 'The Queen will hear you! You see, she came rather late, and
the Queen said--'

'Get to your places!' shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder, and
people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against
each other; however, they got settled down in a minute or two, and
the game began. Alice thought she had never seen such a curious
croquet-ground in her life; it was all ridges and furrows; the
balls were live hedgehogs, the mallets live flamingoes, and the
soldiers had to double themselves up and to stand on their hands
and feet, to make the arches.

The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her
flamingo: she succeeded in getting its body tucked away, comfortably
enough, under her arm, with its legs hanging down, but generally,
just as she had got its neck nicely straightened out, and was going
to give the hedgehog a blow with its head, it would twist itself
round and look up in her face, with such a puzzled expression that
she could not help bursting out laughing: and when she had got its
head down, and was going to begin again, it was very provoking to
find that the hedgehog had unrolled itself, and was in the act of
crawling away: besides all this, there was generally a ridge or
furrow in the way wherever she wanted to send the hedgehog to, and,
as the doubled-up soldiers were always getting up and walking off
to other parts of the ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion
that it was a very difficult game indeed.

The players all played at once without waiting for turns, quarrelling
all the while, and fighting for the hedgehogs; and in a very short
time the Queen was in a furious passion, and went stamping about,
and shouting 'Off with his head!' or 'Off with her head!' about
once in a minute.

Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, she had not as yet
had any dispute with the Queen, but she knew that it might happen
any minute, 'and then,' thought she, 'what would become of me?
They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here; the great wonder
is, that there's any one left alive!'

She was looking about for some way of escape, and wondering whether
she could get away without being seen, when she noticed a curious
appearance in the air: it puzzled her very much at first, but,
after watching it a minute or two, she made it out to be a grin,
and she said to herself 'It's the Cheshire Cat: now I shall have
somebody to talk to.'

'How are you getting on?' said the Cat, as soon as there was mouth
enough for it to speak with.

Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. 'It's no use
speaking to it,' she thought, 'till its ears have come, or at least
one of them.' In another minute the whole head appeared, and then
Alice put down her flamingo, and began an account of the game,
feeling very glad she had someone to listen to her. The Cat seemed
to think that there was enough of it now in sight, and no more of
it appeared.

'I don't think they play at all fairly,' Alice began, in rather a
complaining tone, 'and they all quarrel so dreadfully one can't
hear oneself speak--and they don't seem to have any rules in
particular; at least, if there are, nobody attends to them--and
you've no idea how confusing it is all the things being alive; for
instance, there's the arch I've got to go through next walking
about at the other end of the ground--and I should have croqueted
the Queen's hedgehog just now, only it ran away when it saw mine
coming!'

'How do you like the Queen?' said the Cat in a low voice.

'Not at all,' said Alice: 'she's so extremely--' Just then she
noticed that the Queen was close behind her, listening: so she went
on, '--likely to win, that it's hardly worth while finishing the
game.'

The Queen smiled and passed on.

'Who are you talking to?' said the King, going up to Alice, and
looking at the Cat's head with great curiosity.

'It's a friend of mine--a Cheshire Cat,' said Alice: 'allow me to
introduce it.'

'I don't like the look of it at all,' said the King: 'however, it
may kiss my hand if it likes.'

'I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked.

'Don't be impertinent,' said the King, 'and don't look at me like
that!' He got behind Alice as he spoke.

'A cat may look at a king,' said Alice. 'I've read that in some
book, but I don't remember where.'

'Well, it must be removed,' said the King very decidedly, and he
called the Queen, who was passing at the moment, 'My dear! I wish
you would have this cat removed!'

The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or
small. 'Off with his head!' she said, without even looking round.

'I'll fetch the executioner myself,' said the King eagerly, and he
hurried off.

Alice thought she might as well go back, and see how the game was
going on, as she heard the Queen's voice in the distance, screaming
with passion. She had already heard her sentence three of the
players to be executed for having missed their turns, and she did
not like the look of things at all, as the game was in such confusion
that she never knew whether it was her turn or not. So she went in
search of her hedgehog.

The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog, which
seemed to Alice an excellent opportunity for croqueting one of them
with the other: the only difficulty was, that her flamingo was gone
across to the other side of the garden, where Alice could see it
trying in a helpless sort of way to fly up into a tree.

By the time she had caught the flamingo and brought it back, the
fight was over, and both the hedgehogs were out of sight: 'but it
doesn't matter much,' thought Alice, 'as all the arches are gone
from this side of the ground.' So she tucked it away under her arm,
that it might not escape again, and went back for a little more
conversation with her friend.

When she got back to the Cheshire Cat, she was surprised to find
quite a large crowd collected round it: there was a dispute going
on between the executioner, the King, and the Queen, who were all
talking at once, while all the rest were quite silent, and looked
very uncomfortable.

The moment Alice appeared, she was appealed to by all three to
settle the question, and they repeated their arguments to her,
though, as they all spoke at once, she found it very hard indeed
to make out exactly what they said.

The executioner's argument was, that you couldn't cut off a head
unless there was a body to cut it off from: that he had never had
to do such a thing before, and he wasn't going to begin at his time
of life.

The King's argument was, that anything that had a head could be
beheaded, and that you weren't to talk nonsense.

The Queen's argument was, that if something wasn't done about it
in less than no time she'd have everybody executed, all round. (It
was this last remark that had made the whole party look so grave
and anxious.)

Alice could think of nothing else to say but 'It belongs to the
Duchess: you'd better ask her about it.'

'She's in prison,' the Queen said to the executioner: 'fetch her
here.' And the executioner went off like an arrow.

The Cat's head began fading away the moment he was gone, and, by
the time he had come back with the Dutchess, it had entirely
disappeared; so the King and the executioner ran wildly up and down
looking for it, while the rest of the party went back to the game.

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CHAPTER IX

The Mock Turtle's Story

'You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old
thing!' said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into
Alice's, and they walked off together.

Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and
thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had
made her so savage when they met in the kitchen.

'When I'm a Duchess,' she said to herself, (not in a very hopeful
tone though), 'I won't have any pepper in my kitchen at all. Soup
does very well without--Maybe it's always pepper that makes people
hot-tempered,' she went on, very much pleased at having found out
a new kind of rule, 'and vinegar that makes them sour--and camomile
that makes them bitter--and--and barley-sugar and such things that
make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew that: then
they wouldn't be so stingy about it, you know--'

She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a little
startled when she heard her voice close to her ear. 'You're thinking
about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I
can't tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall
remember it in a bit.'

'Perhaps it hasn't one,' Alice ventured to remark.

'Tut, tut, child!' said the Duchess. 'Everything's got a moral, if
only you can find it.' And she squeezed herself up closer to Alice's
side as she spoke.

Alice did not much like keeping so close to her: first, because
the Duchess was VERY ugly; and secondly, because she was exactly
the right height to rest her chin upon Alice's shoulder, and it
was an uncomfortably sharp chin. However, she did not like to be
rude, so she bore it as well as she could.

'The game's going on rather better now,' she said, by way of keeping
up the conversation a little.

''Tis so,' said the Duchess: 'and the moral of that is--"Oh, 'tis
love, 'tis love, that makes the world go round!"'

'Somebody said,' Alice whispered, 'that it's done by everybody
minding their own business!'

'Ah, well! It means much the same thing,' said the Duchess, digging
her sharp little chin into Alice's shoulder as she added, 'and the
moral of that is--"Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take
care of themselves."'

'How fond she is of finding morals in things!' Alice thought to
herself.

'I dare say you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your
waist,' the Duchess said after a pause: 'the reason is, that I'm
doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the
experiment?'

'He might bite,' Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all
anxious to have the experiment tried.

'Very true,' said the Duchess: 'flamingoes and mustard both bite.
And the moral of that is--"Birds of a feather flock together."'

'Only mustard isn't a bird,' Alice remarked.

'Right, as usual,' said the Duchess: 'what a clear way you have of
putting things!'

'It's a mineral, I think,' said Alice.

'Of course it is,' said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to
everything that Alice said; 'there's a large mustard-mine near
here. And the moral of that is--"The more there is of mine, the
less there is of yours."'

'Oh, I know!' exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this last
remark, 'it's a vegetable. It doesn't look like one, but it is.'

'I quite agree with you,' said the Duchess; 'and the moral of that
is--"Be what you would seem to be"--or if you'd like it put more
simply--"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it
might appear to others that what you were or might have been was
not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them
to be otherwise."'

'I think I should understand that better,' Alice said very politely,
'if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say
it.'

'That's nothing to what I could say if I chose,' the Duchess replied,
in a pleased tone.

'Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that,' said
Alice.

'Oh, don't talk about trouble!' said the Duchess. 'I make you a
present of everything I've said as yet.'

'A cheap sort of present!' thought Alice. 'I'm glad they don't give
birthday presents like that!' But she did not venture to say it
out loud.

'Thinking again?' the Duchess asked, with another dig of her sharp
little chin.

'I've a right to think,' said Alice sharply, for she was beginning
to feel a little worried.

'Just about as much right,' said the Duchess, 'as pigs have to fly;
and the m--'

But here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died away,
even in the middle of her favourite word 'moral,' and the arm that
was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up, and there
stood the Queen in front of them, with her arms folded, frowning
like a thunderstorm.

'A fine day, your Majesty!' the Duchess began in a low, weak voice.

'Now, I give you fair warning,' shouted the Queen, stamping on the
ground as she spoke; 'either you or your head must be off, and that
in about half no time! Take your choice!'

The Duchess took her choice, and was gone in a moment.

'Let's go on with the game,' the Queen said to Alice; and Alice
was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followed her back
to the croquet-ground.

The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen's absence, and
were resting in the shade: however, the moment they saw her, they
hurried back to the game, the Queen merely remarking that a moment's
delay would cost them their lives.

All the time they were playing the Queen never left off quarrelling
with the other players, and shouting 'Off with his head!' or 'Off
with her head!' Those whom she sentenced were taken into custody
by the soldiers, who of course had to leave off being arches to do
this, so that by the end of half an hour or so there were no arches
left, and all the players, except the King, the Queen, and Alice,
were in custody and under sentence of execution.

Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, and said to Alice,
'Have you seen the Mock Turtle yet?'

'No,' said Alice. 'I don't even know what a Mock Turtle is.'

'It's the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from,' said the Queen.

'I never saw one, or heard of one,' said Alice.

'Come on, then,' said the Queen, 'and he shall tell you his history,'

As they walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low
voice, to the company generally, 'You are all pardoned.' 'Come,
that's a good thing!' she said to herself, for she had felt quite
unhappy at the number of executions the Queen had ordered.

They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the sun.
(IF you don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.) 'Up,
lazy thing!' said the Queen, 'and take this young lady to see the
Mock Turtle, and to hear his history. I must go back and see after
some executions I have ordered'; and she walked off, leaving Alice
alone with the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like the look of the
creature, but on the whole she thought it would be quite as safe
to stay with it as to go after that savage Queen: so she waited.

The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen
till she was out of sight: then it chuckled. 'What fun!' said the
Gryphon, half to itself, half to Alice.

'What IS the fun?' said Alice.

'Why, she,' said the Gryphon. 'It's all her fancy, that: they never
executes nobody, you know. Come on!'

'Everybody says "come on!" here,' thought Alice, as she went slowly
after it: 'I never was so ordered about in all my life, never!'

They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the
distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and,
as they came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart
would break. She pitied him deeply. 'What is his sorrow?' she asked
the Gryphon, and the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same
words as before, 'It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow,
you know. Come on!'

So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large
eyes full of tears, but said nothing.

'This here young lady,' said the Gryphon, 'she wants for to know
your history, she do.'

'I'll tell it her,' said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow tone:
'sit down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished.'

So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought
to herself, 'I don't see how he can even finish, if he doesn't
begin.' But she waited patiently.

'Once,' said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, 'I was a
real Turtle.'

These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by
an occasional exclamation of 'Hjckrrh!' from the Gryphon, and the
constant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly
getting up and saying, 'Thank you, sir, for your interesting story,'
but she could not help thinking there must be more to come, so she
sat still and said nothing.

'When we were little,' the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly,
though still sobbing a little now and then, 'we went to school in
the sea. The master was an old Turtle--we used to call him Tortoise--'

'Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?' Alice asked.

'We called him Tortoise because he taught us,' said the Mock Turtle
angrily: 'really you are very dull!'

'You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple
question,' added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and
looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At
last the Gryphon said to the Mock Turtle, 'Drive on, old fellow!
Don't be all day about it!' and he went on in these words:

'Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn't believe it--'

'I never said I didn't!' interrupted Alice.

'You did,' said the Mock Turtle.

'Hold your tongue!' added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak
again. The Mock Turtle went on.

'We had the best of educations--in fact, we went to school every
day--'

'I've been to a day-school, too,' said Alice; 'you needn't be so
proud as all that.'

'With extras?' asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously.

'Yes,' said Alice, 'we learned French and music.'

'And washing?' said the Mock Turtle.

'Certainly not!' said Alice indignantly.

'Ah! then yours wasn't a really good school,' said the Mock Turtle
in a tone of great relief. 'Now at ours they had at the end of the
bill, "French, music, and washing--extra."'

'You couldn't have wanted it much,' said Alice; 'living at the
bottom of the sea.'

'I couldn't afford to learn it.' said the Mock Turtle with a sigh.
'I only took the regular course.'

'What was that?' inquired Alice.

'Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,' the Mock Turtle
replied; 'and then the different branches of Arithmetic-- Ambition,
Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.'

'I never heard of "Uglification,"' Alice ventured to say. 'What is
it?'

The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. 'What! Never heard
of uglifying!' it exclaimed. 'You know what to beautify is, I
suppose?'

'Yes,' said Alice doubtfully: 'it means--to--make--anything--prettier.'

'Well, then,' the Gryphon went on, 'if you don't know what to uglify
is, you are a simpleton.'

Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about it,
so she turned to the Mock Turtle, and said 'What else had you to
learn?'

'Well, there was Mystery,' the Mock Turtle replied, counting off
the subjects on his flappers, '--Mystery, ancient and modern, with
Seaography: then Drawling--the Drawling-master was an old conger-eel,
that used to come once a week: He taught us Drawling, Stretching,
and Fainting in Coils.'

'What was that like?' said Alice.

'Well, I can't show it you myself,' the Mock Turtle said: 'I'm too
stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it.'

'Hadn't time,' said the Gryphon: 'I went to the Classics master,
though. He was an old crab, he was.'

'I never went to him,' the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: 'he taught
Laughing and Grief, they used to say.'

'So he did, so he did,' said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn; and
both creatures hid their faces in their paws.

'And how many hours a day did you do lessons?' said Alice, in a
hurry to change the subject.

'Ten hours the first day,' said the Mock Turtle: 'nine the next,
and so on.'

'What a curious plan!' exclaimed Alice.

'That's the reason they're called lessons,' the Gryphon remarked:
'because they lessen from day to day.'

This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a little
before she made her next remark. 'Then the eleventh day must have
been a holiday?'

'Of course it was,' said the Mock Turtle.

'And how did you manage on the twelfth?' Alice went on eagerly.

'That's enough about lessons,' the Gryphon interrupted in a very
decided tone: 'tell her something about the games now.'

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CHAPTER X

The Lobster Quadrille

The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one flapper
across his eyes. He looked at Alice, and tried to speak, but for
a minute or two sobs choked his voice. 'Same as if he had a bone
in his throat,' said the Gryphon: and it set to work shaking him
and punching him in the back. At last the Mock Turtle recovered
his voice, and, with tears running down his cheeks, he went on
again:--

'You may not have lived much under the sea--' ('I haven't,' said
Alice)-- 'and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster--'
(Alice began to say 'I once tasted--' but checked herself hastily,
and said 'No, never') '--so you can have no idea what a delightful
thing a Lobster Quadrille is!'

'No, indeed,' said Alice. 'What sort of a dance is it?'

'Why,' said the Gryphon, 'you first form into a line along the
sea-shore--'

'Two lines!' cried the Mock Turtle. 'Seals, turtles, salmon, and
so on; then, when you've cleared all the jelly-fish out of the
way--'

'THAT generally takes some time,' interrupted the Gryphon.

'--you advance twice--'

'Each with a lobster as a partner!' cried the Gryphon.

'Of course,' the Mock Turtle said: 'advance twice, set to partners--'

'--change lobsters, and retire in same order,' continued the Gryphon.

'Then, you know,' the Mock Turtle went on, 'you throw the--'

'The lobsters!' shouted the Gryphon, with a bound into the air.

'--as far out to sea as you can--'

'Swim after them!' screamed the Gryphon.

'Turn a somersault in the sea!' cried the Mock Turtle, capering
wildly about.

'Change lobster's again!' yelled the Gryphon at the top of its
voice.

'Back to land again, and that's all the first figure,' said the
Mock Turtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two creatures,
who had been jumping about like mad things all this time, sat down
again very sadly and quietly, and looked at Alice.

'It must be a very pretty dance,' said Alice timidly.

'Would you like to see a little of it?' said the Mock Turtle.

'Very much indeed,' said Alice.

'Come, let's try the first figure!' said the Mock Turtle to the
Gryphon. 'We can do without lobsters, you know. Which shall sing?'

'Oh, YOU sing,' said the Gryphon. 'I've forgotten the words.'

So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice, every now
and then treading on her toes when they passed too close, and waving
their forepaws to mark the time, while the Mock Turtle sang this,
very slowly and sadly:--

'"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail. "There's
a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how
eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting
on the shingle--will you come and join the dance?

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be When they
take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!" But the
snail replied "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance-- Said
he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the
dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join
the dance.

'"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied. "There
is another shore, you know, upon the other side. The further off
from England the nearer is to France-- Then turn not pale, beloved
snail, but come and join the dance.

Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?"'

'Thank you, it's a very interesting dance to watch,' said Alice,
feeling very glad that it was over at last: 'and I do so like that
curious song about the whiting!'

'Oh, as to the whiting,' said the Mock Turtle, 'they--you've seen
them, of course?'

'Yes,' said Alice, 'I've often seen them at dinn--' she checked
herself hastily.

'I don't know where Dinn may be,' said the Mock Turtle, 'but if
you've seen them so often, of course you know what they're like.'

'I believe so,' Alice replied thoughtfully. 'They have their tails
in their mouths--and they're all over crumbs.'

'You're wrong about the crumbs,' said the Mock Turtle: 'crumbs
would all wash off in the sea. But they have their tails in their
mouths; and the reason is--' here the Mock Turtle yawned and shut
his eyes.--'Tell her about the reason and all that,' he said to
the Gryphon.

'The reason is,' said the Gryphon, 'that they would go with the
lobsters to the dance. So they got thrown out to sea. So they had
to fall a long way. So they got their tails fast in their mouths.
So they couldn't get them out again. That's all.'

'Thank you,' said Alice, 'it's very interesting. I never knew so
much about a whiting before.'

'I can tell you more than that, if you like,' said the Gryphon.
'Do you know why it's called a whiting?'

'I never thought about it,' said Alice. 'Why?'

'It does the boots and shoes.' the Gryphon replied very solemnly.

Alice was thoroughly puzzled. 'Does the boots and shoes!' she
repeated in a wondering tone.

'Why, what are your shoes done with?' said the Gryphon. 'I mean,
what makes them so shiny?'

Alice looked down at them, and considered a little before she gave
her answer. 'They're done with blacking, I believe.'

'Boots and shoes under the sea,' the Gryphon went on in a deep
voice, 'are done with a whiting. Now you know.'

'And what are they made of?' Alice asked in a tone of great curiosity.

'Soles and eels, of course,' the Gryphon replied rather impatiently:
'any shrimp could have told you that.'

'If I'd been the whiting,' said Alice, whose thoughts were still
running on the song, 'I'd have said to the porpoise, "Keep back,
please: we don't want you with us!"'

'They were obliged to have him with them,' the Mock Turtle said:
'no wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.'

'Wouldn't it really?' said Alice in a tone of great surprise.

'Of course not,' said the Mock Turtle: 'why, if a fish came to me,
and told me he was going a journey, I should say "With what
porpoise?"'

'Don't you mean "purpose"?' said Alice.

'I mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone.
And the Gryphon added 'Come, let's hear some of your adventures.'

'I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning,' said
Alice a little timidly: 'but it's no use going back to yesterday,
because I was a different person then.'

'Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle.

'No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an impatient
tone: 'explanations take such a dreadful time.'

So Alice began telling them her adventures from the time when she
first saw the White Rabbit. She was a little nervous about it just
at first, the two creatures got so close to her, one on each side,
and opened their eyes and mouths so very wide, but she gained
courage as she went on. Her listeners were perfectly quiet till
she got to the part about her repeating 'You are old, Father
William,' to the Caterpillar, and the words all coming different,
and then the Mock Turtle drew a long breath, and said 'That's very
curious.'

'It's all about as curious as it can be,' said the Gryphon.

'It all came different!' the Mock Turtle repeated thoughtfully. 'I
should like to hear her try and repeat something now. Tell her to
begin.' He looked at the Gryphon as if he thought it had some kind
of authority over Alice.

'Stand up and repeat "'Tis the voice of the sluggard,"' said the
Gryphon.

'How the creatures order one about, and make one repeat lessons!'
thought Alice; 'I might as well be at school at once.' However,
she got up, and began to repeat it, but her head was so full of
the Lobster Quadrille, that she hardly knew what she was saying,
and the words came very queer indeed:--

''Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare, "You have
baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair." As a duck with its
eyelids, so he with his nose Trims his belt and his buttons, and
turns out his toes.'

[later editions continued as follows When the sands are all dry,
he is gay as a lark, And will talk in contemptuous tones of the
Shark, But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, His voice
has a timid and tremulous sound.]

'That's different from what I used to say when I was a child,' said
the Gryphon.

'Well, I never heard it before,' said the Mock Turtle; 'but it
sounds uncommon nonsense.'

Alice said nothing; she had sat down with her face in her hands,
wondering if anything would ever happen in a natural way again.

'I should like to have it explained,' said the Mock Turtle.

'She can't explain it,' said the Gryphon hastily. 'Go on with the
next verse.'

'But about his toes?' the Mock Turtle persisted. 'How could he turn
them out with his nose, you know?'

'It's the first position in dancing.' Alice said; but was dreadfully
puzzled by the whole thing, and longed to change the subject.

'Go on with the next verse,' the Gryphon repeated impatiently: 'it
begins "I passed by his garden."'

Alice did not dare to disobey, though she felt sure it would all
come wrong, and she went on in a trembling voice:--

'I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye, How the Owl and
the Panther were sharing a pie--'

[later editions continued as follows: The Panther took pie-crust,
and gravy, and meat, While the Owl had the dish as its share of
the treat. When the pie was all finished, the Owl, as a boon, Was
kindly permitted to pocket the spoon: While the Panther received
knife and fork with a growl, And concluded the banquet--]

'What IS the use of repeating all that stuff,' the Mock Turtle
interrupted, 'if you don't explain it as you go on? It's by far
the most confusing thing I ever heard!'

'Yes, I think you'd better leave off,' said the Gryphon: and Alice
was only too glad to do so.

'Shall we try another figure of the Lobster Quadrille?' the Gryphon
went on. 'Or would you like the Mock Turtle to sing you a song?'

'Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind,' Alice
replied, so eagerly that the Gryphon said, in a rather offended
tone, 'Hm! No accounting for tastes! Sing her "Turtle Soup," will
you, old fellow?'

The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes
choked with sobs, to sing this:--

'Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who
for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful
Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop!
Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful,
beautiful Soup!

'Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, Game, or any other dish? Who
would not give all else for two pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup? Beau--ootiful Soo--oop!
Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful,
beauti--FUL SOUP!'

'Chorus again!' cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had just
begun to repeat it, when a cry of 'The trial's beginning!' was
heard in the distance.

'Come on!' cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, it
hurried off, without waiting for the end of the song.

'What trial is it?' Alice panted as she ran; but the Gryphon only
answered 'Come on!' and ran the faster, while more and more faintly
came, carried on the breeze that followed them, the melancholy
words:--

'Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup!'

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CHAPTER XI

Who Stole the Tarts?

The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they
arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them--all sorts of
little birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the
Knave was standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each
side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a
trumpet in one hand, and a scroll of parchment in the other. In
the very middle of the court was a table, with a large dish of
tarts upon it: they looked so good, that it made Alice quite hungry
to look at them--'I wish they'd get the trial done,' she thought,
'and hand round the refreshments!' But there seemed to be no chance
of this, so she began looking at everything about her, to pass away
the time.

Alice had never been in a court of justice before, but she had read
about them in books, and she was quite pleased to find that she
knew the name of nearly everything there. 'That's the judge,' she
said to herself, 'because of his great wig.'

The judge, by the way, was the King; and as he wore his crown over
the wig, (look at the frontispiece if you want to see how he did
it,) he did not look at all comfortable, and it was certainly not
becoming.

'And that's the jury-box,' thought Alice, 'and those twelve
creatures,' (she was obliged to say 'creatures,' you see, because
some of them were animals, and some were birds,) 'I suppose they
are the jurors.' She said this last word two or three times over
to herself, being rather proud of it: for she thought, and rightly
too, that very few little girls of her age knew the meaning of it
at all. However, 'jury-men' would have done just as well.

The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates. 'What
are they doing?' Alice whispered to the Gryphon. 'They can't have
anything to put down yet, before the trial's begun.'

'They're putting down their names,' the Gryphon whispered in reply,
'for fear they should forget them before the end of the trial.'

'Stupid things!' Alice began in a loud, indignant voice, but she
stopped hastily, for the White Rabbit cried out, 'Silence in the
court!' and the King put on his spectacles and looked anxiously
round, to make out who was talking.

Alice could see, as well as if she were looking over their shoulders,
that all the jurors were writing down 'stupid things!' on their
slates, and she could even make out that one of them didn't know
how to spell 'stupid,' and that he had to ask his neighbour to tell
him. 'A nice muddle their slates'll be in before the trial's over!'
thought Alice.

One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course, Alice
could not stand, and she went round the court and got behind him,
and very soon found an opportunity of taking it away. She did it
so quickly that the poor little juror (it was Bill, the Lizard)
could not make out at all what had become of it; so, after hunting
all about for it, he was obliged to write with one finger for the
rest of the day; and this was of very little use, as it left no
mark on the slate.

'Herald, read the accusation!' said the King.

On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then
unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows:--

'The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts, And took them quite
away!'

'Consider your verdict,' the King said to the jury.

'Not yet, not yet!' the Rabbit hastily interrupted. 'There's a
great deal to come before that!'

'Call the first witness,' said the King; and the White Rabbit blew
three blasts on the trumpet, and called out, 'First witness!'

The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in one
hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. 'I beg pardon,
your Majesty,' he began, 'for bringing these in: but I hadn't quite
finished my tea when I was sent for.'

'You ought to have finished,' said the King. 'When did you begin?'

The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into the
court, arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. 'Fourteenth of March, I think
it was,' he said.

'Fifteenth,' said the March Hare.

'Sixteenth,' added the Dormouse.

'Write that down,' the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly
wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then added them
up, and reduced the answer to shillings and pence.

'Take off your hat,' the King said to the Hatter.

'It isn't mine,' said the Hatter.

'Stolen!' the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly
made a memorandum of the fact.

'I keep them to sell,' the Hatter added as an explanation; 'I've
none of my own. I'm a hatter.'

Here the Queen put on her spectacles, and began staring at the
Hatter, who turned pale and fidgeted.

'Give your evidence,' said the King; 'and don't be nervous, or I'll
have you executed on the spot.'

This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he kept shifting
from one foot to the other, looking uneasily at the Queen, and in
his confusion he bit a large piece out of his teacup instead of
the bread-and-butter.

Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation, which
puzzled her a good deal until she made out what it was: she was
beginning to grow larger again, and she thought at first she would
get up and leave the court; but on second thoughts she decided to
remain where she was as long as there was room for her.

'I wish you wouldn't squeeze so.' said the Dormouse, who was sitting
next to her. 'I can hardly breathe.'

'I can't help it,' said Alice very meekly: 'I'm growing.'

'You've no right to grow here,' said the Dormouse.

'Don't talk nonsense,' said Alice more boldly: 'you know you're
growing too.'

'Yes, but I grow at a reasonable pace,' said the Dormouse: 'not in
that ridiculous fashion.' And he got up very sulkily and crossed
over to the other side of the court.

All this time the Queen had never left off staring at the Hatter,
and, just as the Dormouse crossed the court, she said to one of
the officers of the court, 'Bring me the list of the singers in
the last concert!' on which the wretched Hatter trembled so, that
he shook both his shoes off.

'Give your evidence,' the King repeated angrily, 'or I'll have you
executed, whether you're nervous or not.'

'I'm a poor man, your Majesty,' the Hatter began, in a trembling
voice, '--and I hadn't begun my tea--not above a week or so--and
what with the bread-and-butter getting so thin--and the twinkling
of the tea--'

'The twinkling of the what?' said the King.

'It began with the tea,' the Hatter replied.

'Of course twinkling begins with a T!' said the King sharply. 'Do
you take me for a dunce? Go on!'

'I'm a poor man,' the Hatter went on, 'and most things twinkled
after that--only the March Hare said--'

'I didn't!' the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry.

'You did!' said the Hatter.

'I deny it!' said the March Hare.

'He denies it,' said the King: 'leave out that part.'

'Well, at any rate, the Dormouse said--' the Hatter went on, looking
anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but the Dormouse
denied nothing, being fast asleep.

'After that,' continued the Hatter, 'I cut some more bread-
and-butter--'

'But what did the Dormouse say?' one of the jury asked.

'That I can't remember,' said the Hatter.

'You must remember,' remarked the King, 'or I'll have you executed.'

The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter, and
went down on one knee. 'I'm a poor man, your Majesty,' he began.

'You're a very poor speaker,' said the King.

Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered, and was immediately suppressed
by the officers of the court. (As that is rather a hard word, I
will just explain to you how it was done. They had a large canvas
bag, which tied up at the mouth with strings: into this they slipped
the guinea-pig, head first, and then sat upon it.)

'I'm glad I've seen that done,' thought Alice. 'I've so often read
in the newspapers, at the end of trials, "There was some attempts
at applause, which was immediately suppressed by the officers of
the court," and I never understood what it meant till now.'

'If that's all you know about it, you may stand down,' continued
the King.

'I can't go no lower,' said the Hatter: 'I'm on the floor, as it
is.'

'Then you may sit down,' the King replied.

Here the other guinea-pig cheered, and was suppressed.

'Come, that finished the guinea-pigs!' thought Alice. 'Now we shall
get on better.'

'I'd rather finish my tea,' said the Hatter, with an anxious look
at the Queen, who was reading the list of singers.

'You may go,' said the King, and the Hatter hurriedly left the
court, without even waiting to put his shoes on.

'--and just take his head off outside,' the Queen added to one of
the officers: but the Hatter was out of sight before the officer
could get to the door.

'Call the next witness!' said the King.

The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the pepper-box
in her hand, and Alice guessed who it was, even before she got into
the court, by the way the people near the door began sneezing all
at once.

'Give your evidence,' said the King.

'Shan't,' said the cook.

The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said in a low
voice, 'Your Majesty must cross-examine THIS witness.'

'Well, if I must, I must,' the King said, with a melancholy air,
and, after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till his eyes
were nearly out of sight, he said in a deep voice, 'What are tarts
made of?'

'Pepper, mostly,' said the cook.

'Treacle,' said a sleepy voice behind her.

'Collar that Dormouse,' the Queen shrieked out. 'Behead that
Dormouse! Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch him!
Off with his whiskers!'

For some minutes the whole court was in confusion, getting the
Dormouse turned out, and, by the time they had settled down again,
the cook had disappeared.

'Never mind!' said the King, with an air of great relief. 'Call
the next witness.' And he added in an undertone to the Queen,
'Really, my dear, you must cross-examine the next witness. It quite
makes my forehead ache!'

Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list, feeling
very curious to see what the next witness would be like, '--for
they haven't got much evidence yet,' she said to herself. Imagine
her surprise, when the White Rabbit read out, at the top of his
shrill little voice, the name 'Alice!'

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CHAPTER XII

Alice's Evidence

'Here!' cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the moment
how large she had grown in the last few minutes, and she jumped up
in such a hurry that she tipped over the jury-box with the edge of
her skirt, upsetting all the jurymen on to the heads of the crowd
below, and there they lay sprawling about, reminding her very much
of a globe of goldfish she had accidentally upset the week before.

'Oh, I beg your pardon!' she exclaimed in a tone of great dismay,
and began picking them up again as quickly as she could, for the
accident of the goldfish kept running in her head, and she had a
vague sort of idea that they must be collected at once and put back
into the jury-box, or they would die.

'The trial cannot proceed,' said the King in a very grave voice,
'until all the jurymen are back in their proper places-- all,' he
repeated with great emphasis, looking hard at Alice as he said do.

Alice looked at the jury-box, and saw that, in her haste, she had
put the Lizard in head downwards, and the poor little thing was
waving its tail about in a melancholy way, being quite unable to
move. She soon got it out again, and put it right; 'not that it
signifies much,' she said to herself; 'I should think it would be
quite as much use in the trial one way up as the other.'

As soon as the jury had a little recovered from the shock of being
upset, and their slates and pencils had been found and handed back
to them, they set to work very diligently to write out a history
of the accident, all except the Lizard, who seemed too much overcome
to do anything but sit with its mouth open, gazing up into the roof
of the court.

'What do you know about this business?' the King said to Alice.

'Nothing,' said Alice.

'Nothing whatever?' persisted the King.

'Nothing whatever,' said Alice.

'That's very important,' the King said, turning to the jury. They
were just beginning to write this down on their slates, when the
White Rabbit interrupted: 'Unimportant, your Majesty means, of
course,' he said in a very respectful tone, but frowning and making
faces at him as he spoke.

'Unimportant, of course, I meant,' the King hastily said, and went
on to himself in an undertone, 'important--unimportant--
unimportant--important--' as if he were trying which word sounded
best.

Some of the jury wrote it down 'important,' and some 'unimportant.'
Alice could see this, as she was near enough to look over their
slates; 'but it doesn't matter a bit,' she thought to herself.

At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily writing
in his note-book, cackled out 'Silence!' and read out from his
book, 'Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile hight to leave
the court.'

Everybody looked at Alice.

'I'm not a mile high,' said Alice.

'You are,' said the King.

'Nearly two miles high,' added the Queen.

'Well, I shan't go, at any rate,' said Alice: 'besides, that's not
a regular rule: you invented it just now.'

'It's the oldest rule in the book,' said the King.

'Then it ought to be Number One,' said Alice.

The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily. 'Consider
your verdict,' he said to the jury, in a low, trembling voice.

'There's more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty,' said the
White Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry; 'this paper has just
been picked up.'

'What's in it?' said the Queen.

'I haven't opened it yet,' said the White Rabbit, 'but it seems to
be a letter, written by the prisoner to--to somebody.'

'It must have been that,' said the King, 'unless it was written to
nobody, which isn't usual, you know.'

'Who is it directed to?' said one of the jurymen.

'It isn't directed at all,' said the White Rabbit; 'in fact, there's
nothing written on the outside.' He unfolded the paper as he spoke,
and added 'It isn't a letter, after all: it's a set of verses.'

'Are they in the prisoner's handwriting?' asked another of they
jurymen.

'No, they're not,' said the White Rabbit, 'and that's the queerest
thing about it.' (The jury all looked puzzled.)

'He must have imitated somebody else's hand,' said the King. (The
jury all brightened up again.)

'Please your Majesty,' said the Knave, 'I didn't write it, and they
can't prove I did: there's no name signed at the end.'

'If you didn't sign it,' said the King, 'that only makes the matter
worse. You must have meant some mischief, or else you'd have signed
your name like an honest man.'

There was a general clapping of hands at this: it was the first
really clever thing the King had said that day.

'That proves his guilt,' said the Queen.

'It proves nothing of the sort!' said Alice. 'Why, you don't even
know what they're about!'

'Read them,' said the King.

The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. 'Where shall I begin, please
your Majesty?' he asked.

'Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, 'and go on till
you come to the end: then stop.'

These were the verses the White Rabbit read:--

'They told me you had been to her, And mentioned me to him: She
gave me a good character, But said I could not swim.

He sent them word I had not gone (We know it to be true): If she
should push the matter on, What would become of you?

I gave her one, they gave him two, You gave us three or more; They
all returned from him to you, Though they were mine before.

If I or she should chance to be Involved in this affair, He trusts
to you to set them free, Exactly as we were.

My notion was that you had been (Before she had this fit) An obstacle
that came between Him, and ourselves, and it.

Don't let him know she liked them best, For this must ever be A
secret, kept from all the rest, Between yourself and me.'

'That's the most important piece of evidence we've heard yet,' said
the King, rubbing his hands; 'so now let the jury--'

'If any one of them can explain it,' said Alice, (she had grown so
large in the last few minutes that she wasn't a bit afraid of
interrupting him,) 'I'll give him sixpence. _I_ don't believe
there's an atom of meaning in it.'

The jury all wrote down on their slates, 'She doesn't believe
there's an atom of meaning in it,' but none of them attempted to
explain the paper.

'If there's no meaning in it,' said the King, 'that saves a world
of trouble, you know, as we needn't try to find any. And yet I
don't know,' he went on, spreading out the verses on his knee, and
looking at them with one eye; 'I seem to see some meaning in them,
after all. "-said I could not swim--" you can't swim, can you?' he
added, turning to the Knave.

The Knave shook his head sadly. 'Do I look like it?' he said. (Which
he certainly did not, being made entirely of cardboard.)

'All right, so far,' said the King, and he went on muttering over
the verses to himself: '"We know it to be true--" that's the jury,
of course-- "I gave her one, they gave him two--" why, that must
be what he did with the tarts, you know--'

'But, it goes on "they all returned from him to you,"' said Alice.

'Why, there they are!' said the King triumphantly, pointing to the
tarts on the table. 'Nothing can be clearer than that. Then
again--"before she had this fit--" you never had fits, my dear, I
think?' he said to the Queen.

'Never!' said the Queen furiously, throwing an inkstand at the
Lizard as she spoke. (The unfortunate little Bill had left off
writing on his slate with one finger, as he found it made no mark;
but he now hastily began again, using the ink, that was trickling
down his face, as long as it lasted.)

'Then the words don't fit you,' said the King, looking round the
court with a smile. There was a dead silence.

'It's a pun!' the King added in an offended tone, and everybody
laughed, 'Let the jury consider their verdict,' the King said, for
about the twentieth time that day.

'No, no!' said the Queen. 'Sentence first--verdict afterwards.'

'Stuff and nonsense!' said Alice loudly. 'The idea of having the
sentence first!'

'Hold your tongue!' said the Queen, turning purple.

'I won't!' said Alice.

'Off with her head!' the Queen shouted at the top of her voice.
Nobody moved.

'Who cares for you?' said Alice, (she had grown to her full size
by this time.) 'You're nothing but a pack of cards!'

At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down
upon her: she gave a little scream, half of fright and half of
anger, and tried to beat them off, and found herself lying on the
bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, who was gently brushing
away some dead leaves that had fluttered down from the trees upon
her face.

'Wake up, Alice dear!' said her sister; 'Why, what a long sleep
you've had!'

'Oh, I've had such a curious dream!' said Alice, and she told her
sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange
Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about; and when
she had finished, her sister kissed her, and said, 'It was a curious
dream, dear, certainly: but now run in to your tea; it's getting
late.' So Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran, as well
she might, what a wonderful dream it had been.

But her sister sat still just as she left her, leaning her head on
her hand, watching the setting sun, and thinking of little Alice
and all her wonderful Adventures, till she too began dreaming after
a fashion, and this was her dream:--

First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the tiny
hands were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were
looking up into hers--she could hear the very tones of her voice,
and see that queer little toss of her head to keep back the wandering
hair that would always get into her eyes--and still as she listened,
or seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive the
strange creatures of her little sister's dream.

The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried
by--the frightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring
pool--she could hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare
and his friends shared their never-ending meal, and the shrill
voice of the Queen ordering off her unfortunate guests to
execution--once more the pig-baby was sneezing on the Duchess's
knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it--once more the
shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard's slate-pencil,
and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs, filled the air,
mixed up with the distant sobs of the miserable Mock Turtle.

So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in
Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and
all would change to dull reality--the grass would be only rustling
in the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds--the
rattling teacups would change to tinkling sheep- bells, and the
Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy--and the
sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and all thy other
queer noises, would change (she knew) to the confused clamour of
the busy farm-yard--while the lowing of the cattle in the distance
would take the place of the Mock Turtle's heavy sobs.

Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers
would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she
would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving
heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her other
little children, and make THEIR eyes bright and eager with many a
strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long
ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find
a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life,
and the happy summer days.

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