Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Looking-glass house
 The garden of live flowers
 Looking-glass insects
 Tweedledum and Tweedledee
 Wool and water
 Humpty Dumpty
 The lion and the unicorn
 "It's my own invention"
 Queen Alice
 Which dreamed it?
 Back Matter
 Back Cover

Title: Through the looking-glass
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Title: Through the looking-glass
Physical Description: 3 p. l., 11-139 p. : col. front., col. plates. ; 26 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898
McManus, Blanche, b. 1869 ( Illustrator )
M. F. Mansfield and A. Wessels ( Publisher )
Publisher: M. F. Mansfield and A. Wessels
Place of Publication: New York
Publication Date: [1899]
Subject: Children's stories   ( lcsh )
Juvenile literature -- 1899   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1899
Genre: Juvenile literature   ( rbgenr )
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Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
Statement of Responsibility: by Lewis Carroll pseud. with twelve full-page illustrations in color from drawings by Blanche McManus.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Front Matter
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
    Half Title
        Page 6
        Page 7
    Title Page
        Page 8
        Page 9
    Table of Contents
        Page 10
    Looking-glass house
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
        Page 22
        Page 23
    The garden of live flowers
        Page 24
        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    Looking-glass insects
        Page 36
        Page 36a
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
        Page 44
        Page 45
        Page 46
        Page 47
    Tweedledum and Tweedledee
        Page 48
        Page 49
        Page 50
        Page 51
        Page 52
        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 54a
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
    Wool and water
        Page 62
        Page 62a
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
        Page 66
        Page 67
        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
    Humpty Dumpty
        Page 74a
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
    The lion and the unicorn
        Page 88a
        Page 89
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
        Page 98
        Page 99
    "It's my own invention"
        Page 100
        Page 100a
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
        Page 105
        Page 106
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        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
    Queen Alice
        Page 116a
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
        Page 124
        Page 125
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        Page 128
        Page 129
        Page 130
        Page 131
        Page 132
        Page 133
        Page 134
        Page 134a
        Page 135
    Which dreamed it?
        Page 136
        Page 137
        Page 138
        Page 139
    Back Matter
        Page 140
    Back Cover
        Page 141
        Page 142
        Page 143
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Looking-Glass House .. . I
The Garden of Live Flowers . 24
Looking-Glass Insects . 36
Tweedledum and Tweedledee . 48
Wool and Water . . 62
Humpty Dumpty . . 75
The Lion and the Unicorn . 89
"It's My Own Invention" . 0oo
Queen Alice . . 117
Shaking ... ...... 134
Waking . . 35
Which Dreamed It? . .. 36


Looking-Glass House

O NE thing was certain, that the white kitten had
had nothing to do with it: it was the black
kitten's fault entirely. For the white kitten had been
having its face washed by the old cat for the last quarter
of an hour (and bearing it pretty well, considering); so
you see that it couldn't have had any hand in the
The way Dinah washed her children's faces was this;
first she held the poor thing down by its ear with one
paw, and then with the other paw she rubbed its face all
over, the wrong way, beginning at the nose; just now, as
I said, she was hard at work on the white kitten, which
was lying quite still and trying to purr-no doubt feeling
that it was all meant for its good.
But the black kitten had been finished with earlier in
the afternoon, and so, while Alice was sitting curled up in
a corner of the great armchair, half talking to herself and
half asleep, the kitten had been having a grand game of
romps with the ball of worsted Alice had been trying to
wind up, and had been rolling it up and down till it had
all come undone again, and there it was, spread over the
hearth-rug, all knots and tangles, with the kitten running
after its own tail in the middle.
"Oh, you wicked, wicked little thing!" cried Alice,
catching up the kitten and giving it a little kiss to make

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it understand that it was in disgrace. "Really, Dinah
ought to have taught you better manners! You ought,
Dinah, you know you ought! she added, looking reproach-
fully at the old cat, and speaking in as cross a voice as
she could manage-and then she scrambled back into the
armchair, taking the kitten and the worsted with her, and
began winding up the ball again. But she didn't get on
very fast, as she was talking all the time, sometimes to the
kitten, and sometimes to herself. Kitty sat very demurely
on her knee, pretending to watch the progress of the
winding, and now and then putting out one paw and
gently touching the ball, as if it would be glad to help if
it might.
"Do you know what to-morrow is, Kitty?" Alice began.
"You'd have guessed if you'd been up in the window
with me-only Dinah was making you tidy, so you couldn't.
I was watching the boys getting in sticks for the bonfire
-and it wants plenty of sticks, Kitty! Only it got so
cold, and it snowed so, they had to leave off. Never
mind, Kitty, we'll go and see the bonfire to-morrow."
Here Alice wound two or three turns of the worsted round
the kitten's neck, just to see how it would look; this led
to a scramble, in which the ball rolled down upon the
floor, and yards and yards of it got unwound again.
Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty," Alice went on,
as soon as they were comfortably settled again, "when I
saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly
opening the window, and putting you out into the snow!

Looking-Glass House

And you'd have deserved it, you little mischievous darling!
What have you got to say for yourself? Now don't
interrupt me?" she went on, holding up one finger; "I'm
going to tell you all your faults. Number one; you
squeaked twice while Dinah was washing your face this
morning. Now you can't deny it, Kitty; I heard you!
What's that you say?" (pretending that the kitten was
speaking.) "Her paw went into your eye? Well that's
your fault, for keeping your eyes open-if you'd shut them
tight up, it wouldn't have happened. Now don't make
any more excuses, but listen! Number two; you pulled
Snowdrop away by the tail just as I had put down the
saucer of milk before her! What, you were thirsty, were
you? How do you know she wasn't thirsty too? Now
for number three; you unwound every bit of worsted
while I wasn't looking!
"That's three faults, Kitty, and you've not been punished
for any of them yet. You know I'm saving up all your
punishments for Wednesday week-suppose they had saved
up all my punishments!" she went on, talking more to
herself than to the kitten. What would they do at the end
of a year? I should be sent to prison, I suppose, when
the day came. Or-let me see-suppose each punish-
ment was to be going without a dinner: then, when the
miserable day came, I should have to go without fifty
dinners at once! Well, I shouldn't mind that much! I'd
far rather go without them than eat them!
"Do you hear the snow against the window-panes,

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Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some
one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder
if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them
so gently ? And then it covers them up snug, you know,
with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, 'Go to sleep,
darlings, till the summer comes again.' And when they
wake up in the summer, Kitty, they dress themselves all
in green, and dance about-whenever the wind blows-
oh, that's very pretty! cried Alice, dropping the ball of
worsted to clap her hands. "And I do so wish it was
true! I'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn,
when the leaves are getting brown.
"Kitty, can you play chess? Now, don't smile, my
dear, I'm asking it seriously. Because, when we were
playing just now, you watched just as if you understood it;
and when I said 'Check!' you purred! Well, it was a
nice check, Kitty, and really I might have won, if it hadn't
been for that nasty Knight, that came wriggling down
among my pieces. Kitty, dear, let's pretend- And
here I wish I could tell you half the things Alice used
to say, beginning with her favorite phrase "Let's pretend."
She had had quite a long argument with her sister only
the day before-all because Alice had begun with "Let's
pretend we're kings and queens"; and her sister, who
liked being very exact, had argued that they couldn't,
because there were only two of them, and Alice had been
reduced at last to say, "Well, you can can be one of them
then, and I'll be all the rest." And once she had really

Looking-Glass House

frightened her old nurse by shouting suddenly in her ear,
"Nurse! Do let's pretend that I'm a hungry hyana, and
you're a bone!"
But this is taking us away from Alice's speech to the
kitten. "Let's pretend that you're the Red Queen, Kitty!
Do you know, I think if you sat up and folded your arms,
you'd look exactly like her. Now do try, there's a dear!"
And Alice got the Red Queen off the table, and set it up
before the kitten as a model for it to imitate: however,
the thing didn't succeed, principally, Alice said, because the
kitten wouldn't fold its arms properly. So, to punish it,
she held it up to the looking-glass, that it might see how
sulky it was--"and if you're not good directly," she added,
"I'll put you through into Looking-Glass House. How
would you like that ?
"Now, if you'll only attend, Kitty, and not talk so
much, I'll tell you all my ideas about Looking-Glass
House. First, there's a room you can see through the
glass-that's just the same as our drawing-room, only the
things go the other way. I can see all of it when I get
upon a chair-all but the bit just behind the fireplace.
Oh! I do so wish I could see that bit! I want so much
to know whether they've a fire in the winter; you never
can tell, you know, unless our fire smokes, and then smoke
comes up in that room too-but that may be only
pretence, just to make it look as if they had a fire. Well
then, the books are something like our books, only the
words go the wrong way; I know that because I've held

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up one of our books to the glass, and then they hold up
one in the other room.
"How would you like to live in Looking-Glass House,
Kitty? I wonder if they'd give you milk in there?
Perhaps Looking-Glass milk isn't good to drink-But oh,
Kitty! now we come to the passage. You can just see a
little peep of the passage- in Looking-Glass House, if you
leave the door of our drawing-room wide open: and it's
very like our passage as far as you can see, only you know
it may be quite different on beyond. Oh, Kitty! how
nice it would be if we only could get through into Look-
ing-Glass House! I'm sure it's got, oh! such beautiful
things in it! Let's pretend there's a way of getting
through into it, somehow, Kitty. Let's pretend the glass
has got all soft like gauze, so that we can get through.
Why, it's turning into a sort of mist now, I declare! It'll
be easy enough to get through- She was up on the
chimney-piece while she said this, though she hardly knew
how she had got there. And certainly the glass was be-
ginning to melt away, just like a bright silvery mist.
In another moment Alice was through the glass, and
jumped lightly down into the Looking-Glass room. The
very first thing she did was to look whether there was a
fire in the fireplace, and she was quite pleased to find that
there was a real one, blazing away as brightly as the one
she 'had left behind. "So I shall be as warm here as I
was in the old room," thought Alice: "warmer, in fact,
because there'll be no one here to scold me away from

Looking-Glass House

the fire. Oh, what fun it'll be, when they see me through
the glass in here, and can't get at me!"
Then she began looking about and noticed that what
could be seen from the old room was quite common and
uninteresting, but that all the rest was as different as
possible. For instance, the pictures on the wall next the
fire seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on the
chimney-piece (you know you can only see the back of
it in the looking-glass) had got the face of a little old
man, and grinned at her.
"They don't keep this room so tidy as the other,"
Alice thought to herself, as she noticed several of the
chessmen down in the hearth among the cinders: but in
another moment, with a little "Oh" of surprise, she was
down on her hands and knees watching them. The
chessmen were walking about two and two.
"Here are the Red King and the Red Queen," Alice
said (in a whisper, for fear of frightening them), "and
there are the White King and the White Queen sitting
on the edge of the shovel-and here are two castles walk-
ing arm in arm-I don't think they can hear me," she
went on as she put her head closer down, "and I'm
nearly sure they can't see me. I feel somehow as if I
were invisible-- "
Here something began squeaking on the table behind
Alice, and made her turn her head just in time to see one of
the White Pawns roll over and begin kicking; she watched
it with great curiosity to see what would happen next.

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"It is the voice of my child!" -the White Queen cried
out, as she rushed past the King, so violently that she
knocked him over among the cinders.
"My precious Lily! My imperial kitten!" and she
began scrambling wildly up the side of the fender.
"Imperial fiddlestick!" said the King, rubbing his nose,
which had been hurt by the fall. He had a right to be
a little annoyed with the Queen, for he was covered with
ashes from head to foot.
Alice was very anxious to be of use, and, as the poor
little Lily was nearly screaming herself into a fit, she
hastily picked up the Queen and set her on the table by
the side of her noisy little daughter.
The Queen gasped, and sat down: the rapid journey
through the air had quite taken away her breath, and
for a minute or two she could do nothing but hug the
little Lily in silence. As soon as she recovered her breath
a little, she called out to the White King, who was
sitting sulkily among the ashes, "Mind the volcano !"
"What volcano?" said the King, looking up anxiously
into the fire, as if he thought that was the most likely
place to find one.
"Blew-me-up," panted the Queen, who was still a
little out of breath. "Mind you come up-the regular
way-don't get blown up!"
Alice watched the White King as he slowly struggled
up from bar to bar, till at last she said:
"Why, you'll be hours and hours getting to the table,

Looking-Glass House

at that rate. I'd far better help you, hadn't I?" But
the King took no notice of the question; it was quite
clear that he could neither hear her nor see her.
So Alice picked him up very gently, and lifted him
across more slowly than she had lifted the Queen, that
she mightn't take his breath away; but, before she put
him on the table, she thought she might as well dust him
a little, he was so covered with ashes.
She said afterward that she had never seen in all her
life such a face as the King made, when he found him-
self held in the air by an invisible hand, and being dusted;
and he was far too much astonished to cry out, but his
eyes and his mouth went on getting larger and larger and
rounder and rounder, till her hand shook so with laughing
that she nearly let him drop upon the floor.
"Oh! please don't make such faces, my dear!" she cried
out, quite forgetting that the King couldn't hear her.
"You make me laugh so that I can hardly hold you!
And don't keep your mouth so wide open! All the ashes
will get into it-there, now I think you're tidy enough!"
she added, as she smoothed his hair, and set him upon the
table near the Queen.
The King immediately fell flat on his back, and lay
perfectly still; and Alice was a little alarmed at what she
had done, and went round the room to see if she could
find any water to throw over him. However, she could find
nothing but a bottle of ink, and when she got back with
it she found he had recovered, and he and the Queen were

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talking together in a frightened whisper-so low, that
Alice could hardly hear what they said.
The King was saying, "I assure you, my dear, I turned
cold to the very ends of my whiskers!"
To which the Queen replied, "You haven't got any
"The horror of that moment," the King went on, "I
shall never, never forget!"
"You will, though," the Queen said, "if you don't
make a memorandum of it."
Alice looked on with great interest as the King took
an enormous memorandum-book out of his pocket, and
began writing. A sudden thought struck her, and she took
hold of the end of the pencil, which came some way over
his shoulder, and began writing for him.
The poor King looked puzzled and unhappy, and
struggled with the pencil for some time without saying
anything; but Alice was too strong for him, and at last
he panted out, "My dear! I really must get a thinner
pencil. I can't manage this one a bit; it writes all man-
ner of things that I don't intend---"
"What manner of things?" said the Queen, looking
over the book (in which Alice had put The White Knight
is iing down the poker. He balances very badly"). "That's
not a memorandum of your feelings!"
There was a book lying near Alice on the table, and
w~iie she sat watching the White King (for she was still
a little anxious about him, and had the ink all ready to

Looking-Glass House

throw over him, in case he fainted again), she turned over
the leaves, to find some part that she could read, "for it's
all in some language I don't know," she said to herself.
It was like this:


sevot yhtils eht dna,gillirb sawT'
:ebaw eht ni elbmig dna eryg diD
,sevogorob eht erew ysmim 11A
.ebargtuo star emom eht dnA

She puzzled over this for some time, but at last a bright
thought struck her. "Why, it's a looking-glass-book, of
course! And if I hold it up to a glass, the words will
go the right way again."
This was the poem that Alice read:


'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch !"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

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And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day Callooh Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"It seems very pretty," she said when she had finished
it, "but it's rather hard to understand!" (You see she
didn't like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn't
make it out at all.) "Somehow it seems to fill my head
with ideas-only I don't know exactly what they are!
However, somebody killed something: that's clear, at any
But oh! thought Alice, suddenly jumping up, if I
don't make haste I shall have to go back through the
Looking-glass, before I've seen what the rest of the house
is like! Let's have a look at the garden first!" She was
out of the room in a moment and ran downstairs-or, at
least, it wasn't exactly running, but a new invention for

Looking-Glass House

getting downstairs quickly and easily, as Alice said to her-
self. She just kept the tips of her fingers on the hand-
rail, and floated gently down without even touching the
stairs with her feet; then she floated on through the hall,
and would have gone straight out at the door in the same
way, if she hadn't caught hold of the door-post. She was
getting a little giddy with so much floating in the air, and
was rather glad to find herself walking again in the natu-
ral way.


The Garden of Live Flowers

"1 SHOULD see the garden far better," said Alice to
Herself, "if I could get to the top of that hill:
and here's a path that leads straight to it-at least; no,
it doesn't do that"-(after goijg a few yards along' the
path, and turning several sharp corners), "but I suppose it
will at last. But how curiously it twists It's more like
a corkscrew than a path! Well, this turn goes to the hill,
I suppose-no, it doesn't! This goes straight back to the
house! Well then, I'll try it the other way."
And so she did: wandering up and down and trying
turn after turn, but always coming back to the house, do
what she would. Indeed, once, when she turned a corner
rather more quickly than usual, she ran against it -before
she could stop herself.
"It's no use talking about it," Alice said, looking up at
the house and pretending it was arguing with her. "I'm
not going in again yet. I know I should have to get
through the looking-glass again-back into the old room
-and there'd be an end of all my adventures!"
So, resolutely turning her back upon the house, she set
out once more down the path, determined to keep
straight on till she got to the hill. For a few minutes
all went on well, and she was just saying, "I really shall
do it this time- when the path gave a sudden twist
and shook itself (as she described it afterward), and the

The Garden of Live Flowers

next moment she found herself actually walking in at the
"Oh, it's too bad!" she cried. "I never saw such a
house for getting in the way! Never!"
However, there was the hill full in sight, so there was
nothing to be done but start again. This time she came
upon a large flower-bed, with a border of daisies, and a
willow-tree growing in the middle.
0 Tiger-lily," said Alice, addressing herself to one
that was waving gracefully about in the wind, "I wish
you could talk!"
"We can talk," said the Tiger-lily: "when there's
anybody worth talking to."
Alice was so astonished that she couldn't speak for a
minute: it quite seemed to take her breath away. At
length, as the Tiger-lily only went on waving about, she
spoke again, in a timid voice-almost in a whisper. "And
can all the flowers talk?"
As well as you can," said the Tiger-lily. And a great
deal louder."
It isn't manners for us to begin, you know," said the
Rose, "and I really was wondering when you'd speak!
Said I to myself, 'Her .face has got some sense in it,
though it's not a clever one!' Still you're the right color,
and that goes a long way."
"I don't care about the color," the Tiger-lily remarked.
"If only her petals curled up a little more, she'd be all

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Alice didn't like being criticised, so she began asking
questions. "Aren't you sometimes frightened at being
planted out here, with nobody to take care of you?"
"There's the tree in the middle," said the Rose: "what
else is it good for?"
"But what could it do, if any danger came?" Alice
"It could bark," said the Rose.
It says Bough-wough! '" cried a Daisy, that's why
its branches are called boughs!"
Didn't you know that?" cried another Daisy, and here
they all began shouting together, till the air seemed quite
full of little shrill voices. "Silence, every one of you! "
cried the Tiger-lily, waving itself passionately from side to
side, and trembling with excitement. "They know I can't
get at them! it panted, bending its quivering head
toward Alice, "or they wouldn't dare to do it!"
"Never mind!" Alice said in a soothing tone, and
stooping down to the daisies, who were just beginning
again, she whispered, If you don't hold your tongues, I'll
pick you!"
There was silence in a moment, and several of the pink
daisies turned white.
"That's right!" said the Tiger-lily. "The daisies are
worst of all. When one speaks, they all begin together,
and it's enough to make one wither to hear the way they
go on!"
"How is it you can all talk so nicely ?" Alice said,

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hoping to get it into a better temper by a compliment.
"I've been in many gardens before, but none of the
flowers could talk."
"Put your hand down and feel the ground," said the
Tiger-lily. "Then you'll know why."
Alice did so. It's very hard," she said, "but I don't
see what that has to do with it."
"In most gardens," the Tiger-lily said, "they make the
beds too soft-so that the flowers are always asleep."
This sounded a very good reason, and Alice was quite
pleased to know it. "I never thought of that before!"
she said.
"It's my opinion that you never think at all," the Rose
said in a rather severe tone.
"I never saw anybody that looked stupider," a Violet
said, so suddenly, that Alice quite jumped; for it hadn't
spoken before.
"Hold your tongue!" cried the Tiger-lily. "As if
you ever saw anybody! You keep your head under the
leaves, and snore away there, till you know no more
what's going on in the world, than if you were a bud!"
"Are there any more people in the garden besides me?"
Alice said, not choosing to notice the Rose's last remark.
"There's one other flower in the garden that can move
about like you," said the Rose. "I wonder how you do
it"- ("You're always wondering," said the Tiger-lily),
"but she's more bushy than you are."
"Is she like me?" Alice asked eagerly, for the thought

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crossed her mind, "There's another little girl in the
garden, somewhere!"
"Well, she has the same awkward shape as you," the Rose
said. But she's redder-and her petals are shorter, I think."
Her petals are done up close, almost like a dahlia,"
the Tiger-lily interrupted; "not tumbled about anyhow,
like yours."
"But that's not your fault," the Rose added kindly:
"you're beginning to fade, you know-and then one can't
help one's petals getting a little untidy."
Alice didn't like this idea at all; so, to change the
subject, she asked, "Does she ever come out here?"
I dare say you'll see her soon," said the Rose. "She's
one of the thorny kind."
"Where does she wear the thorns?" Alice asked with
some curiosity.
Why, all around her head, of course," the Rose replied.
"I was wondering you hadn't got some too. I thought it
was the regular rule."
She's coming!" cried the Larkspur. "I hear her
footsteps, thump, thump, along the gravel-walk!"
Alice looked round eagerly, and found that it was the
Red Queen. "She's grown a good deal!" was her first
remark. She had indeed: when Alice first found her in
the ashes, she had been only three inches high-and here
she was, half a head taller than Alice herself!
"It's the fresh air that does it," said the Rose: "won-
derfully fine air it is, out here."

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"I think I'll go and meet her," said Alice, for, though
the flowers were interesting enough, she felt that it would
be far grander to have a talk with a real Queen.
"You can't possibly do that," said the Rose: "I
should advise you to walk the other way."
This sounded nonsense to Alice, so she said nothing,
but set off at once toward the Red Queen. To her
surprise, she lost sight of her in a moment, and found her-
self walking in at the front door again.
A little provoked, she drew back, and after looking
everywhere for the Queen (whom she spied out at last,
a long way off), she thought she would try the plan, this
time, of walking in the opposite direction.
It succeeded beautifully. She had not been walking a
minute before she found herself face to face with the Red
Queen, and full in sight of the hill she had been so long
aiming at.
Where do you come from ?" said the Red Queen.
"And where are you going? Look up, speak nicely, and
don't twiddle your fingers all the time."
Alice attended to all these directions, and explained, as
well as she could, that she had lost her way.
I don't know what you mean by your way," said the
Queen; all the ways about here belong to me-but why
did you come out here at all?" she added in a kinder
tone. "Courtesy while you're thinking what to say. It
saves time."
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in awe of the Queen to disbelieve it. I'll try it when I
go home," she thought to herself, "the next time I'm a
little late for dinner."
It's time for you to answer now," the Queen said,
looking at her watch; "open your mouth a little wider
when you speak, and always say 'your majesty.'"
"I only wanted to see what the garden was like, your
majesty- "
That's right," said the Queen, patting her on the head,
which Alice didn't like at all, "though, when you say
'garden,'-I've seen gardens, compared with which this
would be a wilderness."
Alice didn't dare to argue the point, but went on:
"And I thought I'd try and find my way to the top of
that hill- "
"When you say 'hill,'" the Queen interrupted, "I could
show you hills, in comparison with which you'd call that
a valley."
"No, I shouldn't," said Alice, surprised into contradicting
her at last: "a hill can't be a valley, you know. That
would be nonsense- "
The Red Queen shook her head. "You may call it
'nonsense' if you like," she said, "but I've heard nonsense,
compared with which that would be as sensible as a dic-
tionary !"
Alice courtesied again, as she was afraid from the
Queen's tone that she was a little offended, and they walked
on in silence till they got to the top of the little hill.

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For some minutes Alice stood without speaking, looking
out in all directions over the country-and a most curious
country it was. There were a number of tiny little
brooks running straight across it from side to side, and the
ground between was divided up into squares by a number
of little green hedges, that reached from brook to brook.
"I declare it's marked out just like a large chess-board! "
Alice said at last. "There ought to be some men mov-
ing about somewhere-and so there are!" she added in a
tone of delight, and her heart began to beat quick with
excitement as she went on. "It's a great huge game of
chess that's being played-all over the world-if this is
the world at all, you know. Oh, what fun it is! How I
wish I was one of them! I wouldn't mind being a Pawn,
if only I might join-though of course I should like to
be a Queen, best."
She glanced rather shyly at the real Queen as she said
this, but her companion only smiled pleasantly, and said:
"That's easily managed. You can be the White Queen's
Pawn, if you like, as Lily's too young to play; and you're
in the Second Square to begin with; when you get to
the Eighth Square you'll be a Queen- Just at this
moment, somehow or other, they began to run.
Alice never could quite make out, in thinking it over
afterward, how it was that they began: all she remembers
is, that they were running hand in hand, and the Queen
went so fast that it was all she could do to keep up with
her; and still the Queen kept crying "Faster! Faster!"

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but Alice felt she could not go faster, though she had no
breath left to say so.
The most curious part of the thing was, that the trees
and the other things round them never changed their
places at all; however fast they went, they never seemed
to pass anything. "I wonder if all the things move along
with us!" thought poor puzzled Alice. And the Queen
seemed to guess her thoughts, for she cried, "Faster!
Don't try to talk !"
Not that Alice had any idea of doing that. She felt
as if she would never be able to talk again, she was get-
ting so much out of breath; and still the Queen cried
"Faster! Faster!" and dragged her along. "Are we
nearly there?" Alice managed to pant out at last.
"Nearly there!" the Queen repeated. "Why, we passed
it ten minutes ago! Faster!" And they ran on for a
time in silence, with the wind whistling in Alice's
ears, and almost blowing her hair off her head, she
"Now! Now!" cried the Queen. "Faster! Faster!"
And they went so fast that at last they seemed to skim
through the air, hardly touching the ground with their
feet, till suddenly, just as Alice was getting quite exhausted,
they stopped, and she found herself sitting on the ground
breathless and giddy.
The Queen propped her up against a tree, and said
kindly, "You may rest a little now." -
Alice looked round her in great surprise. "Why, I do

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believe we've been under this tree the whole time! Every-
thing's just as it was!"
"Of course it is," said the Queen: "what would you
have it?"
"Well, in our country," said Alice, still panting a little,
"you'd generally get to somewhere else-if you ran very
fast for a long time, as we've been doing."
"A slow sort of country!" said the Queen. "Now
here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep
in the same place. If you want to get somewhere else,
you must run at least twice as fast as that! "
"I'd rather not try, please!" said Alice. "I'm quite
content to stay here-only I am so hot and thirsty! "
"I know what you'd like!" the Queen said good-na-
turedly, taking a little box out of her pocket. Have a
biscuit ?"
Alice thought it would not be civil to say "No,"
though it wasn't at all what she wanted. So she took it,
and ate it as well as she could: and it was very dry; and
she thought she had never been so nearly choked in all
her life.
"While you're refreshing yourself," said the Queen, "I'll
just take the measurements." And she took a ribbon out
of her pocket, marked in inches, and began measuring the
ground, and sticking little pegs in here and there.
"At the end of two yards," she said, putting in a peg
to mark the distance, "I shall give you your directions-
have another biscuit?"

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"No, thank you," said Alice: "one's quite enough!"
"Thirst quenched, I hope?" said the Queen.
Alice did not know what to say to this, but luckily
the Queen did not wait for an answer, but went on. "At
the end of three yards I shall repeat them-for fear of
your forgetting them. At the end of four, I shall say
good-by. At the end of five, I shall go!"
She had got all the pegs put in by this time, and Alice
looked on with great interest as she returned to the tree,
and then began slowly walking down the row.
At the two-yard peg she faced round, and said, "A
pawn goes two squares in its first move, you know. So
you'll go very quickly through the Third Square-by rail-
way, I should think-and you'll find yourself in the Fourth
Square in no time. Well, that square belongs to Tweedle-
dum and Tweedledee-the Fifth is mostly water-the
Sixth belongs to Humpty Dumpty-But you make no
"I-I didn't know I had to make one-just then,"
Alice faltered out.
"You should have said," the Queen went on in a tone
of grave reproof, "' It's extremely kind of you to tell me
all this'-however, we'll suppose it said-the Seventh
Square is all forest-however, one of the Knights will show
you the way-and in the eight Square we shall be Queens
together, and it's all feasting and fun!" Alice got up and
courtesied, and sat down again.
At the next peg the Queen turned again, and this time

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she said, "Speak in French when you can't think of the
English for a thing-turn out your toes as you walk-
and remember who you are!" She did not wait for
Alice to courtesy this time, but walked on quickly to the
next peg, where she turned for a moment to say good-
by," and then hurried on to the last.
How it happened, Alice never knew, but exactly as she
came to the last peg, she was gone. Whether she van-
ished into the air, or whether she ran quickly into the
wood ("and she can run very fast," thought Alice), there
was no way of guessing, but she was gone, and Alice
began to remember that she was a Pawn, and that it
would soon be time for her to move.


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OF COURSE the first thing to do was to make a
grand survey of the country she was going to
travel through. It's something very like learning geog-
raphy," thought Alice as she stood on tiptoe in hopes of
being able to see a little further. "Principal rivers-there
are none. Principal mountains-I'm on the only one, but I
don't think it's got any name. Principal towns-why,
what are those creatures, making honey down there?
They can't be bees-nobody ever saw bees a mile off, you
know"-and for some time she stood silent, watching one
of them that was bustling about among the flowers, poking
its proboscis into them "just as if it was a regular bee,"
thought Alice.
However, this was anything but a regular bee; in fact
it was an elephant-as Alice soon found out, though the
idea quite took her breath away at first. "And what
enormous flowers they must be!" was her next idea.
"Something like cottages with the roofs taken off and
stalks put to them-and what quantities of honey they
must make! I think I'll go down and-no, I won't go
just yet," she went on, checking herself just as she was
beginning to run down the hill, and trying to find some
excuse for turning shy so suddenly. "It'll never do to
go down among them without a good long branch to
brush them away-and what fun it'll be when they ask

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me how I liked my walk. I shall say-' Oh, I liked it
well enough '-(here came the favorite little toss of her
, head), 'only it was so dusty and hot, and the elephants
did tease so !' "
"I think I'll go down the other way," she said after a
pause; and perhaps I may visit the elephants later on.
Besides, I do so want to get into the Third Square!"
So with this excuse she ran down the hill and jumped
over the first of the six little brooks.

Tickets, please!" said the Guard, putting his head in
at the window. In a moment everybody was holding out
a ticket; they were about the same size as the people,
and quite seemed to fill the carriage.
"Now then! Show your ticket, child!" the Guard
went on, looking angrily at Alice. And a great many
voices all said together (" like the chorus of a song,"
thought Alice), "Don't keep him waiting, child! Why,
his time is worth a thousand pounds a minute!"
"I'm afraid I haven't got one," Alice said in a fright-
ened tone: "there wasn't a ticket-office where I came
from." And again the chorus of voices went on. "There
wasn't room for one where she came from. The land
there is worth a thousand pounds an inch!"
"Don't make excuses," said the Guard: "you should
have bought one from the engine-driver." And once more

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the chorus of voices went on with "The man that drives
the engine. Why, the smoke alone is worth a thousand
pounds a puff!"
Alice thought to herself, "Then there's no use in speak-
ing." The voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't
spoken, but, to her great surprise, they all thought in chorus
(I hope you understand what thinking in chorus means-
for I must confess that I don't), "Better say nothing at
all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!"
"I shall dream about a thousand pounds to-night, I
know I shall!" thought Alice.
All this time the Guard was looking at her, first through
a telescope, then through a microscope, and then through
an opera glass. At last he said, "You're travelling the wrong
way," and shut up the window and went away.
"So young a child," said the gentleman sitting opposite
to her (he was dressed in white paper), "ought to know
which way she's going, even if she doesn't know her own
name! "
A Goat, that was sitting next to the gentleman in white,
shut his eyes and said in a loud voice, "She ought to
know her way to the ticket-office, even if she doesn't know
her alphabet!"
There was a Beetle sitting next to the Goat (it was a
very queer carriage-full of passengers altogether), and, as
the rule seemed to be that they should all speak in turn,
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Alice couldn't see who was sitting beyond the Beetle,
but a hoarse voice spoke next. Change engines- "
it said, and there it choked and was obliged to leave off.
"It sounds like a horse," Alice thought to herself.
And an extremely small voice, close to her ear, said, "You
might make a joke on that-something about 'horse' and 'hoarse,' you
Then a very gentle voice in the distance said, "She
must be labelled 'Lass, with care,' you know- "
And after that other voices went on ("What a number
of people there are in the carriage!" thought Alice),
saying, "She must go by post, as she's got a head on her"
- "She must be sent as a message by the telegraph "-
"She must draw the train herself the rest of the way,"-
and so on.
But the gentleman dressed in white paper leaned for-
ward and whispered in her ear, "Never mind what they
all say, my dear, but take a return-ticket every time the
train stops."
Indeed, I shan't!" Alice said rather impatiently. "I
don't belong to this railway journey at all-I was in a
wood just now-and I wish I could get back there!"
"You might make a joke on that," said the little voice close to
her ear: "something about 'you would if you could,' you know."
"Don't tease so," said Alice, looking about in vain to
see where the voice came from; "if you're so anxious to
have a joke made, why don't you make one yourself?"
The little voice sighed deeply: it was very unhappy,

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evidently, and Alice would have said something pitying to
comfort it, "if it would only sigh like other people!" she
thought. But this was such a wonderfully small sigh, that
she wouldn't have heard it at all, if it hadn't come quite
close to her ear. The consequence of this was that it
tickled her ear very much, and quite took off her thoughts
from the unhappiness of the poor little creature.
"I know you are a friend," the little voice went on; a "dear
friend, and an old friend. And you won't hurt me, though I am an insect."
"What kind of insect?" Alice inquired a little anx-
iously. What she really wanted to know was, whether it
could sting or not, but she thought this wouldn't be quite
a civil question to ask.
"What, then you don't- the little voice began, when it
was drowned by a shrill scream from the engine, and
everybody jumped up in alarm, Alice among the rest.
The Horse, who had put his head out of the window,
quietly drew it in and said, "It's only a brook we have
to jump over." Everybody seemed satisfied with this,
though Alice felt a little nervous at the idea of trains
jumping at all. "However, it'll take us into the Fourth
Square, that's some comfort," she said to herself. In an-
other moment she felt the carriage rise straight up into
the air, and in her fright she caught at the thing nearest
to her hand, which happened to be the Goat's beard.

But the beard seemed to melt away as she touched it,

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and she found herself sitting quietly under a tree-while
the Gnat (for that was the insect she had been talking to)
was balancing itself on a twig just over her head, and
fanning her with its wings.
It certainly, was a very large Gnat; "about the size of
a chicken," Alice thought. Still she couldn't feel nervous
with it, after they had been talking together so long.
"-- then you don't like all insects?" the Gnat went
on, as quietly as if nothing had happened.
"I like them when they can talk," Alice said. "None
of them ever talk, where I come from."
"What sort of insects do you rejoice in, where you come
from?" the Gnat inquired.
"I don't rejoice in insects at all," Alice explained;
"because I'm rather afraid of them-at least the large
kinds. But I can tell you the names of some of
"Of course they answer to their names?" the Gnat
remarked carelessly.
"I never knew them to do it."
"What's the use of their having names," the Gnat said,
"if they won't answer to them?"
"No use to them," said Alice; "but it's useful to the
people that name them, I suppose. If not, why do things
have names at all?"
"I can't say," the Gnat replied. "Further on, in the
wood down there, they've got no ,names-however, go on
with your list of insects, you're wasting time."

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"Well, there's the Horse-fly," Alice began counting off
the names on her fingers.
"All right," said the Gnat: "half-way up that bush,
you'll see a Rocking-horse-fly, if you look. It's made en-
tirely of wood, and gets about by swinging itself from
branch to branch."
"What does it live on?" Alice asked with great curiosity.
"Sap and sawdust," said the Gnat. "Go on with the
Alice looked at the Rocking-horse-fly with great in-
terest, and made up her mind that it must have been just
repainted, it looked so bright and sticky; and then she
went on:
"And there's the Dragon-fly."
"Look on the branch above your head," said the Gnat,
"and there you'll find a Snap-dragon-fly. Its body is
made of plum-pudding, its wings of holly-leaves, and its
head is a raisin burning in brandy."
"And what does it live on?" Alice asked, as before.
"Frumenty and mince-pie," the Gnat replied; "and it
makes its nest in a Christmas-box."
"And then there's the Butterfly," Alice went on, after
she had taken a good look at the insect with its head on
fire, and had thought to herself, "I wonder if that's the
reason insects are so fond of flying into candles-because
they want to turn into Snap-dragon-flies! "
Crawling at your feet," said the Gnat (Alice drew her
feet back in some alarm), "you may observe a Bread-and-

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butter-fly. Its wings are thin slices of bread-and-butter,
its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar."
"And what does it live on?"
"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head. "Supposing
it couldn't find any?" she suggested.
"Then it would die, of course."
"But that must happen very often," Alice remarked
It always happens," said the Gnat.
After this, Alice was silent for a minute or two, ponder-
ing. The Gnat amused itself meanwhile by humming
round and round her head: at last it settled again and
remarked, "I suppose you don't want to lose your name?"
"No, indeed," Alice said, a little anxiously.
"And yet I don't know," the Gnat went on in a care-
less tone: "only think how convenient it would be if
you could manage to go home without it! For instance,
if the governess wanted to call you to your lessons, she
would call out 'Come here- ,' and there she would
have to leave off, because there wouldn't be any name for
her to call, and of course you wouldn't have to go, you
"That would never do, I'm sure," said Alice: "the
governess would never think of excusing me from lessons
for that. If she couldn't remember my name, she'd call
'Miss!' as the servants do."
"Well, if she said 'Miss,' and didn't say anything more,"

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the Gnat remarked, "of course you'd miss your lessons.
That's a joke. I wish you had made it."
"Why do you wish I had made it?" Alice asked.
"It's a very bad one."
But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two large tears
came rolling down its cheeks.
"You shouldn't make jokes," Alice said, "if it makes
you so unhappy."
Then came another of those melancholy little sighs, and.
this time the poor Gnat really seemed to have sighed
itself away, for, when Alice looked up, there was nothing
whatever to be seen on the twig, and, as she was getting
quite chilly with sitting still so long, she got up and
walked on.
She very soon came to an open field, with a wood on
the other side of it: it looked much darker than the last
wood, and Alice felt a little timid about going into it.
However, on second thoughts, she made up her mind to
go on: "for I certainly won't go back," she thought to
herself, and this was the only way to the Eighth Square.
"This must be the wood," she said thoughtfully to her-
self, "where things have no names. I wonder what'll
become of my name when I go in? I shouldn't like to
lose it at all-because they'd have to give me another,
and it would be almost certain to be an ugly one. But
then the fun would be, trying to find the creature that
had got my old name! That's just like the advertisements,
you know, when people lose dogs--*answers to the name of

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"Dash:" had on a brass collar'-just fancy calling every-
thing you met 'Alice,' till one of them answered! Only
they wouldn't answer at all, if they were wise."
She was rambling on in this way when she reached the
wood; it looked very cool and shady. "Well, at any rate
it's a great comfort," she said as she stepped under the
trees, "after being so hot, to get into the-into the-into
what?" she went on, rather surprised at not being able to
think of the word. "I mean to get under the-under the
-under this, you know!" putting her hand on the trunk
of the tree. What does it call itself, I wonder? I do
believe it's got no name-why, to be sure it hasn't!"
She stood silent for a minute, thinking; then she sud-
denly began again. "Then it really has happened, after
all! And now, who am I! I will remember, if I can!
I'm determined to do it!" But being determined didn't
help her much, and all she could say, after a great deal
of puzzling, was, "L, I know it begins with L !"
Just then a Fawn came wandering by: it looked at
Alice with its large gentle eyes, but didn't seem at all
frightened. "Here then! Here then!" Alice said, as
she held out her hand and tried to stroke it; but it only
started back a little, and then stood looking at her again.
"What do you call yourself?" the Fawn said at last.
Such a soft sweet voice it had!
"I wish I knew!" thought poor Alice. She answered,
rather sadly, "Nothing, just now."
"Think again," it said; "that won't do."

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Alice thought, but nothing came of it. "Please, would
you tell me what you call yourself?" she said timidly. I
think that might help a little."
"I'll tell you if you'll come a little further on," the
Fawn said. "I can't remember here."
So they walked on together through the wood, Alice
with her arms clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the
Fawn, till they came out into another open field, and here
the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air, and shook
itself free from Alice's arms.
"I'm a Fawn!" it cried out in a voice of delight,
"and dear me! you're a human child!" A sudden look
of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and in another
moment it had darted away at full speed.
Alice stood looking after it, almost ready to cry with
vexation at having lost her dear little fellow-traveller so
suddenly. "However, I know my name now," she said,
"that's some comfort. Alice-Alice-I won't forget it
again. And now, which of these finger-posts ought I to
follow, I wonder?"
It was not a very difficult question to answer, as there
was only one road through the wood, and the two finger-
posts both pointed along it. "I'll settle it," Alice said to
herself, "when the road divides and they point different
But this did not seem likely to happen. She went on
and on, a long way, but wherever the road divided there
were sure to be two finger-posts pointing the same. way,

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one marked "TO TWEEDLEDUM'S HOUSE," and the
"I do believe," said Alice at last, "that they live in the
same house! I wonder I never thought of that before-
But I can't stay here long. I'll just call and say 'How
d'ye do?' and ask them the way out of the wood. If I
could only get to the Eighth Square before it gets dark!"
so she wandered on, talking to herself as she went, till, on
turning a sharp corner, she came upon two fat little men,
so suddenly that she could not help starting back, but in
another moment she recovered herself, feeling sure that
they must be


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THEY were standing under a tree, each with an arm
round the other's neck, and Alice knew which
was which in a moment, because one of them had
"DUM" embroidered on his collar, and the other DEE."
"I suppose they've each got 'TWEEDLE' round at the
back of the collar," she said to herself.
They stood so still that she quite forgot they were
alive, and she was just looking round to see if the word
"TWEEDLE" was written at the back of each collar,
when she was startled by a voice coming from the one
marked "DUM."
"If you think we're wax-works," he said, "you ought
to pay, you know. Wax-works weren't made to be looked
at for nothing. Nohow!"
"Contrariwise," added the one marked "DEE," "if
you think we're alive, you ought to speak."
"I'm sure I'm very sorry," was all Alice could say; for
the words of the old song kept ringing through her head
like the ticking of a clock, and she could hardly help
saying them out loud:

"Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoilt his nice new rattle.

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Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar barrel;
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel."

"I know what you're thinking about," said Tweedle-
dum: "But it isn't so, nohow."
"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledum, "if it was so,
it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it
isn't, it ain't. That's logic."
"I was thinking," Alice said very politely, "which is
the best way out of this wood: it's getting so dark.
Would you tell me, please?"
But the fat little men only looked at each other and
They looked so exactly like a couple of great school-
boys, that Alice couldn't help pointing her finger at
Tweedledum and saying "First Boy!"
"Nohow!" Tweedledum cried out briskly, and shut his
mouth up again with a snap.
"Next Boy!" said Alice, passing on to Tweedledee,
though she felt quite certain he would only shout out
"Contrariwise!" and so he did.
"You've begun wrong!" cried Tweedledum. "The
first thing in a visit is to say 'How d'ye do?' and shake
hands!" And here the two brothers gave each other a
hug, and then they held out the two hands that were free,
to shake hands with her.
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first, for fear of hurting the other one's feelings; so, as
the best way out of the difficulty, she took hold of both
hands at once: the next moment they were dancing
round in a ring. This seemed quite natural (she remem-
bered afterward), and she was not even surprised to hear
music playing: it seemed to come from the tree under
which they were dancing, and it was done (as well as she
could make out) by the branches rubbing one across the
other, like fiddles and fiddle-sticks.
"But it certainly was funny" (Alice said afterward,
when she was telling her sister the history of all this),
"to find myself singing Here we go round the Mulberry
bush.' I don't know when I began it, but somehow I
felt as if I'd been singing it a long, long time!"
The other two dancers were fat, and very soon out of
breath. "Four times round is enough for one dance,"
Tweedledum panted out, and they left off dancing as sud-
denly as they had begun: the music stopped at the same
Then they let go of Alice's hands, and stood looking at
her for a minute: there was a rather awkward pause, as
Alice didn't know how to begin a conversation with people
she had just been dancing with. "It would never do to
say 'How d'ye do?' now," she said to herself: we seem
to have got beyond that, somehow!"
"I hope you're not much tired?" she said at last.
Nohow. And thank you very much for asking," said

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"So much obliged!" added Tweedledee. "You like
poetry ?"
"Ye-es, pretty well-some poetry," Alice said doubtfully.
"Would you tell me which road leads out of the
"What shall I repeat to her?" said Tweedledee, look-
ing round at Tweedledum with great solemn eyes, and not
noticing Alice's questions.
1"' The Walrus and the Carpenter' is the longest," Tweedle-
dum replied, giving his brother an affectionate hug.
Tweedledee began instantly:

"The sun was shining- "

Here Alice ventured to interrupt him. "If it's very
long," she said, as politely as she could, would you please
tell me first which road- "
Tweedledee smiled gently, and began again:

"The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright-
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done-
'It's very rude of him,' she said,
'To come and spoil the fun!'

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The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead-
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
(If this were only cleared away,'
They said, 'it would be grand!'

'If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year,
Do you suppose,' the Walrus said,
That they could get it clear ?'
SI doubt it,' said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

'Oysters, come and walk with us! '
The Walrus did beseech.
'A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.'

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said;
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head-
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

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But four young Oysters hurried up
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat-
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more-
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

'The time has come,' the Walrus said,
'To talk of many things;
Of shoes-and ships-and sealing-wax-
Of cabbages-and kings-
And why the sea is boiling hot-
And whether pigs have wings.'

'But wait a bit,' the Oysters cried,
Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!'
(No hurry !' said the Carpenter,
They thanked him much for that.

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'A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
'Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed-
Now if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'

'But not on us !' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
'After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
'The night is fine,' the Walrus said,
'Do you admire the view ?

'It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
'Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf-
I've had to ask you twice!'

'It seems a shame,' the Walrus said,
To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!'
The Carpenter said nothing but
'The butter's spread too thick !'

'I weep for you,' the Walrus said:
'I deeply sympathize.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.


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0 Oysters,' said the Carpenter,
'You've had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again ?'
But answer came there none-
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one."

"I like the Walrus best," said Alice: "because you see
he was a little sorry for the poor oysters."
"He ate more than the Carpenter, though," said
Tweedledee. "You see he held his handkerchief in front,
so that the Carpenter couldn't count how many he took:
That was mean! Alice said indignantly. "Then I
like the Carpenter best-if he didn't eat so many as the
"But he ate as many as he could get," said Tweedle-
This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began:
"Well! They were both very unpleasant characters- "
Here she checked herself in some alarm, at hearing some-
thing that sounded to her like the puffing of a large steam-
engine in the wood near them, though she feared it was
more likely to be a wild beast. "Are there any lions or
tigers about here ?" she asked timidly.
"It's only the Red King snoring," said Tweedledee.
"Come and look at him!" the brothers cried, and they
each took one of Alice's hands and led her up to where
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"Isn't he a lovely sight!" said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn't say honestly that he was. He had a tall
red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled
up into a sort of untidy heap and snoring loud--"fit to
snore his head off! "-as Tweedledum remarked.
"I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp
grass," said Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.
He's dreaming now," said Tweedledee: "and what
do you think he's dreaming about?"
Alice said "Nobody can guess that."
"Why, about you!" Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his
hands triumphantly. "And if he left off dreaming about
you, where do you suppose you'd be?"
"Where I am now, of course," said Alice.
"Not you!" Tweedledee retorted contemptuously.
"You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing
in his dream!"
"If that there King was to wake," added Tweedledum,
"you'd go out-bang!-just like a candle!"
I shouldn't!" Alice exclaimed indignantly. "Besides,
if I'm only a sort of thing in his dream, what are you,
I should like to know?"
"Ditto," said Tweedledum.
"Ditto, ditto! cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this so loud that Alice couldn't help saying,
"Hush! You'll be waking him, I'm afraid, if you make
so much noise."
"Well, it's no use your talking about waking him," said

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Tweedledum, "when you're only one of the things in his
dream. You know very well you're not real."
"'I am real!" said Alice, and began to cry.
"You won't make yourself a bit realler by crying,"
Tweedledee remarked; there's nothing to cry about."
"If I wasn't real," Alice said-half-laughing through
her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous--"I shouldn't be able
to cry."
"I hope you don't suppose those are real tears?"
Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of great contempt.
"I know they're talking nonsense," Alice thought to
herself: "and it's foolish to cry about it." So she brushed
away her tears and went on as cheerfully as she could:
"At any rate I'd better be getting out of the wood, for
really it's coming on very dark. Do you think it's going
to rain?"
Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over himself and
his brother, and looked up into it. "No, I don't think it
is," he said: "at least-not under here. Nohow."
But it may rain outside?"
"It may-if it chooses," said Tweedledee: "we've no
objection. Contrariwise."
"Selfish things!" thought Alice, and she was just going
to say Good-night" and leave them, when Tweedledum
sprang out from under the umbrella, and seized her by
the wrist.
"Do you see that?" he said, in a voice choking with
passion, and his eyes grew large and yellow all in a mo-

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ment, as he pointed with a trembling finger at a small
white thing lying under the tree.
"It's only a rattle," Alice said, after a careful exami-
nation of the little white thing. "Not a rattle-snake, you
know," she added hastily, thinking that he was frightened:
"only an old rattle-quite old and broken."
"I knew it was!" cried Tweedledum, beginning to
stamp about wildly and tear his hair. "It's spoiled, of
course!" Here he looked at Tweedledee, who immedi-
ately sat down on the ground, and tried to hide himself
under the umbrella.
Alice laid her hand upon his arm, and said in a sooth-
ing tone, "You needn't be so angry about an old rattle."
"But it isn't old!" Tweedledum cried, in a greater fury
than ever. It's new, I tell you-I bought it yesterday--
my nice NEW RATTLE!" and his voice rose to a
perfect scream.
All this time Tweedledee was trying his best to fold
up the umbrella, with himself in it: which was such an
extraordinary thing to do, that it quite took off Alice's
attention from the angry brother. But he couldn't quite
succeed, and it ended in his rolling over, bundled up in the
umbrella, with only his head out, and there he lay, opening
and shutting his mouth and his large eyes-"looking more
like a fish than anything else," Alice thought.
"Of course you agree to have a battle?" Tweedledum
said in a calmer tone.
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out of the umbrella: only she must help us to dress up,
you know."
So the two brothers went off hand-in-hand into the
wood, and returned in a minute with their arms full of
things-such as bolsters, blankets, hearth-rugs, table-cloths,
dish-covers, and coal-scuttles. I hope you're a good hand at
pinning and tying strings?" Tweedledum remarked. "Every
one of these things has got to go on, somehow or other."
Alice said afterward she had never seen such a fuss
made about anything in all her life-the way those two
bustled about-and the quantity of things they put on-
and the trouble they gave her in tying strings and fasten-
ing buttons-" Really they'll be more like bundles of old
clothes than anything else, by the time they're ready!"
she said to herself, as she arranged a bolster round the
neck of Tweedledee, "to keep his head from being cut
off," as he said.
"You know," he added very gravely, "it is one of the
most serious things that can possibly happen to one in a
battle-to get one's head cut off."
Alice laughed loud; but she managed to turn it into a
cough, for fear of hurting his feelings.
"Do I look very pale?" said Tweedledum, coming up to
have his helmet tied on. (He called it a helmet, though
it certainly looked much more like a saucepan.)
"Well-yes-a little," Alice replied gently.
"I'm very brave generally," he went on in a low voice;
" only to-day I happen to have a headache."

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"And I've got a toothache!" said Tweedledee, who
had overheard the remark. "I'm far worse than you!"
"Then you'd better not fight to-day," said Alice, think-
ing it a good opportunity to make peace.
"We must have a bit of a fight, but I don't care about
going on long," said Tweedledum. "What's the time
now ?"
Tweedledum looked at his watch, and said, Half-past
Let's fight till six, and then have dinner," said
Very well," the other said rather sadly; "and she can
watch us-only you'd better not come very close," he
added; "I generally hit everything I can see-when I
get really excited."
"And I hit everything within reach," cried Tweedle-
dum, whether I can see it or not!"
Alice laughed. "You must hit the trees pretty often, I
should think," she said.
Tweedledum looked round him with a satisfied smile.
"I don't suppose," he said, "there'll be a tree left stand-
ing, for ever so far round, by the time we've finished!"
"And all about a rattle!" said Alice, still hoping to
make them a little ashamed of fighting for such a trifle.
"I shouldn't have minded it so much," said Tweedle-
dum, if it hadn't been a new one."
"I wish the monstrous crow would come!" thought

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"There's only one sword, you know," Tweedledum said
to his brother; but you can have the umbrella-it's
quite as sharp. Only we must begin quick. It's getting
as dark as it can."
"And darker," said Tweedledee.
It was getting dark so suddenly that Alice thought
there must be a thunderstorm coming on. "What a thick
black cloud that is!" she said. And how fast it comes!
Why, I do believe it's got wings!"
"It's the crow!" Tweedledum cried out in a shrill
voice of alarm; and the two brothers took to their heels
and were out of sight in a moment.
Alice ran a little way into the wood, and stopped under
a large tree. "It can never get at me here," she thought;
"it's far too large to squeeze itself in among the trees.
But I wish it wouldn't flap its wings so-it makes quite
a hurricane in the wood-here's somebody's shawl being
blown away!"


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SHE caught the shawl as she spoke, and looked about
for the owner: in another moment the White
Queen came running wildly through the wood, with both
arms stretched out wide, as if she were flying, and Alice
very civilly went to meet her with the shawl.
"I'm very glad I happened to be in the way," Alice
said, as she helped her to put on her shawl again.
The White Queen only looked at her in a helpless
frightened sort of way,.and kept repeating something in a
whisper to herself that sounded like "Bread-and-butter,
bread-and-butter," and Alice felt that if there was to be
any conversation at all, she must manage it herself. So
she began rather timidly: "Am I addressing the White
"Well, yes, if you call that a-dressing," the Queen said.
"It isn't my notion of the thing, at all."
Alice thought it would never do to have an argument
at the very beginning of their conversation, so she smiled
and said, "If your majesty will only tell me the right
way to begin, I'll do it as well as I can."
But I don't want it done at all!" groaned the poor
Queen. "I've been a-dressing myself for the last two
It would have been all the better, as it seemed to Alice,
if she had got some else to dress her, she was so dread-

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fully untidy. "Every single thing's crooked," Alice thought
to herself, "and she's all over pins !-May I put your shawl
straight for you?" she added aloud.
"I don't know what's the matter with it!" the Queen
said, in a melancholy voice. "It's out of temper, I think.
I've pinned it here, and I've pinned it there, but there's
no pleasing it!"
It can't go straight, you know, if you pin it all on
one side," Alice said, as she gently put it right for her;
" and, dear me, what a state your hair is in! "
"The brush has got entangled in it!" the Queen said
with a sigh. "And I lost the comb yesterday."
Alice carefully released the brush, and did her best to
get the hair into order. Come, you look rather better
now!" she said, after altering most of the pins. "But
really you should have a lady's-maid! "
"I'm sure I'll take you with pleasure!" the Queen
said. "Twopence a week, and jam every other day."
Alice couldn't help laughing, as she said, "I don't want
you to hire me-and I don't care for jam."
"It's very good jam," said the Queen.
"Well, I don't want any to-day at any rate."
"You couldn't have it if you did want it," the Queen
said. "The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday-
but never jam to-day."
"It must come sometimes to 'jam to-day,' Alice objected.
"No, it can't," said the Queen. "It's jam every other
day: to-day isn't any other day, you know."

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"I don't understand you," said Alice. "It's dreadfully
"That's the effect of living backward," the Queen said
kindly: "it always makes one a little giddy at first- "
"Living backward!" Alice repeated in great astonish-
ment. "I never heard of such a thing!"
"-- but there's one great advantage in it, that one's
memory works both ways."
"I'm sure mine only works one way," Alice remarked.
"I can't remember things before they happen."
It's a poor sort of memory that only works backward,"
the Queen remarked.
"What sort of things do you remember best!" Alice
ventured to ask.
"Oh, things that happened the week after next," the
Queen replied in a careless tone. "For instance, now,"
she went on, sticking a large piece of plaster on her finger
as she spoke, there's the King's messenger. He's in prison
now, being punished: and the trial doesn't even begin
till next Wednesday: and of course the crime comes last
of all."
"Suppose he never commits the crime?" said Alice.
"That would be all the better, wouldn't it?" the Queen
said, as she bound the plaster round her finger with a bit
of ribbon.
Alice felt there was no denying that. "Of course it
would be all the better," she said: "but it wouldn't be all
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"You're wrong there, at any rate," said the Queen;
"were you ever punished?"
"Only for faults,", said Alice.
And you were all the better for it, I know!" the
Queen said triumphantly.
"Yes, but then I had done the things I was punished
for," said Alice: "that makes all the difference."
"But if you hadn't done them," the Queen said, "that
would have been better still; better, and better, and better!"
Her voice went higher with each "better," till it got
quite to a squeak at last.
Alice was just beginning to say, "There's a mistake
somewhere- when the Queen began screaming, so
loud that she had to leave the sentence unfinished. "Oh,
oh, oh!" shouted the Queen, shaking her hand about as
if she wanted to shake it off. "My finger's bleeding!
Oh, oh, oh, oh! "
Her screams were so exactly like the whistle of a steam-
engine, that Alice had to hold both her hands over her
"What is the matter?" she said, as soon as there was
a chance of making herself heard. "Have you pricked
your finger?"
"I haven't pricked it yet," the Queen said, "but I soon
shall-oh, oh, oh!"
When do you expect to do it?" Alice asked, feeling
very much inclined to laugh.
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groaned out: "the brooch will come undone directly.
Oh, oh!" As she said the words the brooch flew open,
and the Queen clutched wildly at it, and tried to clasp it
Take care!" cried Alice. "You're holding it all
crooked!" And she caught at the brooch; but it was
too late: the pin had slipped, and the Queen had pricked
her finger.
"That accounts for the bleeding, you see," she said to
Alice with a smile. "Now you understand the way things
happen here."
"But why don't you scream now?" Alice asked, hold-
ing her hands ready to put over her ears again.
"Why, I've done all the screaming already," said the
Queen. "What would be the good of having it all over
again ?"
By this time it was getting light. "The crow must
have flown away, I think," said Alice: "I'm so glad it's
gone. I thought it was the night coming on."
"I wish I could manage to be glad!" the Queen said.
"Only I never can remember the rule. You must be
very happy, living in this wood, and being glad whenever
you like "
"Only it is so very lonely here! Alice said in a melan-
choly voice; and at the thought of her loneliness two
large tears came rolling down her cheeks.
"Oh, don't go on like that?" cried the poor Queen,
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girl you are. Consider what a long way you've come to-
day. Consider what o'clock it is. Consider anything,
only don't cry!"
Alice couldn't help laughing at this, even in the midst
of her tears. "Can you keep from crying by considering
things?" she asked.
That's the way it's done," the Queen said with great
decision: "nobody can do two things at once, you know.
Let's consider your age to begin with-how old are you?"
I'm seven and a half exactly."
"You needn't say 'exactly.'" the Queen remarked: "I
can believe it without that. Now I'll give you something
to believe. I'm just one hundred and one, five months
and a day."
"I can't believe that," said Alice.
"Can't you ?" the Queen said, in a pitying tone. "Try
again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes."
Alice laughed. "There's no use trying," she said: "one
can't believe impossible things."
"I dare say. you haven't had much practice," said the
Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half-
an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as
six impossible things before breakfast. There goes the
shawl again!"
The brooch had come undone as she spoke, and a sud-
den gust of wind blew the Queen's shawl across a little
brook. The Queen spread out her arms again, and went
flying after it, and this time she succeeded in catching it

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for herself. "I've got it!" she cried in a triumphant
tone. "Now you shall see me pin it on again, all by
myself! "
"Then I hope your finger is better now," Alice said
very politely, as she crossed the brook after the Queen.

"Oh, much better," cried the Queen, her voice rising
into a squeak as she went on. "Much be-etter Be-etter!
Be-e-e-etter! Be-e-ehh !" The last word ended in a long
bleat, so like a sheep that Alice quite started.
She looked at the Queen, who seemed to have suddenly
wrapped herself up in wool. Alice rubbed her eyes, and
looked again. She couldn't make out what had happened
at all. Was she in a shop? And was that really-was it
really a sheep that was sitting on the other side of the
counter? Rub as she would, she could make nothing
more of it; she was in a little dark shop, leaning with
her elbows on the counter, and opposite to her was an
old sheep, sitting in an armchair knitting, and every now
and then leaving off to look at her through a great pair
of spectacles.
"What is it you want to buy ?" the Sheep said at last,
looking up for a moment from her knitting.
"I don't quite know yet," Alice said very gently. "I
should like to look all round me first, if I might."
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if you like," said the Sheep; "but you can't look all
round you-unless you've got eyes at the back of your
But these as it happened, Alice had not got: so she
contented herself with turning round, looking at the shelves
as she came to them.
The shop seemed to be full of all manner of curious
things-but the oddest part of it all was, that whenever
she looked hard at any shelf, to make out exactly what it
had on it, that particular shelf was always quite empty;
though the others round it were crowded as full as they
could hold.
"Things flow about so here," she said at last in a
plaintive tone, after she had spent a minute or so in vainly
pursuing a large bright thing, that looked sometimes like
a doll and sometimes like a work-box, and was always in
the shelf next above the one she was looking at. "And
this one is the most provoking of all-but I'll tell you
what- she added, as a sudden thought struck her, I'll
follow it up to the very top shelf of all. It'll puzzle it
to go through the ceiling, I expect."
But even this plan failed; the "thing" went through the
ceiling as quietly as possible, as if it were quite used to it.
"Are you a child or a teetotum ?" the Sheep said, as
she took up another pair of needles. "You'll make me
giddy soon, if you go on turning round like that." She
was now working with fourteen pairs at once, and Alice
couldn't help looking at her in great astonishment.

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"How can she knit with so many? the puzzled child
thought to herself. "She gets more and more like a
porcupine every minute."
"Can you row ?" the Sheep asked, handing her a pair
of knitting needles as she spoke.
"Yes, a little-but not on land-and not with needles
Alice was beginning to say, when suddenly the
needles turned into oars in her hands, and she found they
were in a little boat, gliding along between banks; so
there was nothing for it but to do her best.
"Feather!" cried the Sheep, as she took up another
pair of needles.
This didn't sound like a remark that needed any answer,
so Alice said nothing, but pulled away. There was some-
thing very queer about the water, she thought, as every
now and then the oars got fast in it, and would hardly
come out again.
"Feather! Feather!" the sheep cried again, taking more
needles. "You'll be catching a crab directly."
"A dear little crab!" thought Alice. "I should like
"Didn't you hear me say 'Feather?'" the Sheep cried
angrily, taking up quite a bunch of needles.
"Indeed I did," said Alice: "you've said it very often
-and very loud. Please, where are the crabs?"
In the water, of course!" said the Sheep, sticking
some of the needles into her hair, as her hands were full.
"Feather, I say! "

Wool and Water

Why do you say Feather' so often ?" Alice asked at
last, rather vexed. "I'm not a bird!"
"You are," said the Sheep: "you're a little goose."
This offended Alice a little, so there was no more con-
versation for a minute a two, while the boat glided gently
on, sometimes among beds of weeds (which made the
oars stick fast in the water, worse than ever), and some-
times under trees, but always with the same tall river-
banks frowning over their heads.
"Oh, please! There are some scented rushes!" Alice
cried in a sudden transport of delight. There really are
-and such beauties!"
"You needn't say 'please' to me about 'em," the
Sheep said, without looking up from her knitting: "I
didn't put 'em there, and I'm not going to take 'em
"No, but I meant-please, may we wait and pick some?"
Alice pleaded. "If you don't mind stopping the boat for
a minute."
"How am I to stop it?" said the Sheep. "If you
leave off rowing, it'll stop of itself."
So the boat was left to drift down the stream as it
would, till it glided gently in among the waving rushes.
And then the little sleeves were carefully rolled up, and
the little arms were plunged in elbow-deep, to get hold
of the rushes a good long way down before breaking them
off-and for a while Alice forgot all about the Sheep and
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just the ends of her tangled hair dipping into the water-
while with bright eager eyes she caught at one bunch
after another of the darling scented rushes.
"I only hope the boat won't tipple over!" she said to
herself. "Oh, what a lovely one! Only I couldn't quite
reach it." And it certainly did seem a little provoking
("almost as if it happened on purpose," she thought) that,
though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as
the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely one
that she couldn't reach.
"The prettiest are always further! she said at last,
with a sigh at the obstinacy of. the rushes in growing so
far off, as, with flushed cheeks and dripping hair and hands,
she scrambled back into her place, and began to arrange
her new-found treasures.
What mattered it to her just then that the rushes had
begun to fade, and to lose all their scent and beauty, from
the very moment that she picked them? Even real
scented rushes, you know, last only a very little while-
and these, being dream-rushes, melted away almost like
snow, as they lay in heaps at her feet-but Alice hardly
noticed this, there was so many other curious things to
think about.
They hadn't gone much farther before the blade of one
of the oars got fast in the water and wouldn't come out
again (so Alice explained it afterward), and the consequence
was that the handle of it caught her under the chin, and
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poor Alice, it swept her straight off the seat, and down
among the heap of rushes.
However, she wasn't a bit hurt, and was soon up again:
the Sheep went on with her knitting all the while, just
as if nothing had happened. "That was a nice crab you
caught!" she remarked, as Alice got back into her place,
very much relieved to find herself still in the boat.
"Was it? I didn't see it," said Alice, peeping cautiously
over the side of the boat into the dark water. "I wish
it hadn't let go-I should so like a little crab to take
home with me!" But the Sheep only laughed scornfully,
and went on with her knitting.
"Are there many crabs here?" said Alice.
"Crabs, and all sorts of things," said the Sheep: "plenty
of choice, only make up your mind. Now what do you
want to buy ?"
"To buy!" Alice echoed in a tone that was half aston-
ished and half frightened-for the oars, and the boat, and
the river, had vanished all in a moment, and she was back
again in the little dark shop.
"I should like to buy an egg, please," she said timidly.
" How do you sell them?"
"Fivepence farthing for one-twopence for two," the
Sheep replied.
"Then two are cheaper than one?" Alice said in a
surprised tone, taking out her purse.
"Only you must eat them both, if you buy two," said
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"Then I'll have one, please," said Alice, as she put the
money down on the counter. For she thought to herself,
"They mightn't be at all nice, you know."
The Sheep took the money, and put it away in a box:
then she said: "I never put things into people's hands-
that would never do-you must get it for yourself." And
so saying, she went off to the other end of the shop, and
set the egg upright on a shelf.
I wonder why it wouldn't do?" thought Alice, as she
groped her way among the tables and chairs, for the shop
was very dark toward the end. The egg seems to get
further away the more I walk toward it. Let me see, is
this a chair? Why, it's got branches, I declare! How
very odd to find trees growing here! And actually here's
a little brook! Well, this is the very queerest shop I ever

So she went on, wondering more and more at every
step, as everything turned into a tree the moment she
came up to it, and she quite expected the egg to do the


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H OWEVER, the egg only got larger and larger, and
more and more human: when she had come
within a few yards of it, she saw that it had eyes and a
nose and mouth; and when she had come close to it,
she saw clearly that it was HUMPTY DUMPTY him-
self. "It can't be anybody else!" she said to herself.
"I'm as certain of it, as if his name were written all over
his face! "
It might have been written a hundred times, easily, on
that enormous face. Humpty Dumpty was sitting with
his legs crossed, like a Turk, on the top of a high wall-
such a narrow one that Alice quite wondered how he
could keep his balance-and, as his eyes were steadily fixed
in the opposite direction, and he didn't take the least
notice of her, she thought he must be a stuffed figure after all.
"And how exactly like an egg he is!" she said aloud,
standing with her hands ready to catch him, for she was
every moment expecting him to fall.
"It's very provoking," Humpty Dumpty said after a
long silence, looking away from Alice as he spoke, "to be
called an egg-very!"
I said you looked like an egg, sir," Alice gently ex-
plained. "And some eggs are very pretty, you know," she
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"Some people," said Humpty Dumpty, looking away
from her as usual, "have no more sense than a baby !"
Alice didn't know what to say to this: it wasn't at all
like conversation, she thought, as he never said anything
to her; in fact, his last remark was evidently addressed
to a tree-so she stood and softly repeated to herself:

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty in his place again."

"That last line is much too long for the poetry," she
added, almost out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty
would hear her.
"Don't stand chattering to yourself like that," Humpty
Dumpty said, looking at her for the first time, "but tell
me your name and your business."
"My name is Alice, but---
"It's a stupid name enough!" Humpty Dumpty inter-
rupted impatiently. "What does it mean?"
Must a name mean something ?" Alice asked doubtfully.
"Of course it must," Humpty Dumpty said, with a short
laugh: my name means the shape I am-and a good
handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you
might be any shape, almost."
"Why do you sit out there alone!" said Alice, not
wishing to begin an argument.

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"Why because there's nobody with me! cried Humpty
Dumpty. "Did you think I didn't know the answer to
that ? Ask another."
Don't you think you'd be safer down on the ground?"
Alice went on, not with any idea of making another
riddle, but simply in her good-natured anxiety for the
queer creature. "That wall is so very narrow!"
"What tremendously easy riddles you ask!" Humpty
Dumpty growled out. Of course I don't think so!
Why, if ever I did fall off-which there's no chance of-
but f I did- Here he pursed up his lips, and looked
so solemn and grand that Alice could hardly help laugh-
ing. "If I did fall," he went on, "the King has promised
me-ah, you may turn pale, if you like! You didn't think
I was going to say that, did you? The King has promised
me-with his very own mouth-to-to- "
"To send all his horses and all his men," Alice inter-
rupted, rather unwisely.
"Now I declare that's too bad!" Humpty Dumpty
cried, breaking into a sudden passion. "You've been listen-
ing at doors-and behind trees-and down chimneys-or
you couldn't have known it!"
I haven't, indeed Alice said very gently. "It's in a
"Ah well! They may write such things in a book,"
Humpty Dumpty said in a calmer tone. "That's what you
call a History of England, that is. Now, take a good
look at me! I'm one that has spoken to a King, I am:

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mayhap you'll never see such another: and to show you
I'm not proud, you may shake hands with me!" And
he grinned almost from ear to ear, as he leaned forward
(and as nearly as possible fell off the wall in doing so)
and offered Alice his hand. She watched him a little
anxiously as she took it. "If he smiled much more, the
ends of his mouth might meet behind," she thought;
"and then I don't know what would happen to his head!
I'm afraid it would come off!"
"Yes, all his horses and all his men," Humpty Dumpty
went on. "They'd pick me up again in a minute, they
would! However, this conversation is going on a little
too fast: let's go back to the last remark but one."
"I'm afraid I can't quite remember it," Alice said
very politely.
"In that case we start fresh," said Humpty Dumpty,
"and it's my turn to choose a subject "-(" He talks about
it just as if it was a game!" thought Alice.) "So here's
a question for you. How old did you say you were?"
Alice made a short calculation, and said, "Seven years
and six months."
"Wrong!" Humpty Dumpty exclaimed triumphantly.
"You never said a word like it!"
"I thought you meant' How old are you ? Alice explained.
"If I'd meant that, I'd have said it," said Humpty
Alice didn't want to begin another argument, so she
said nothing.

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"Seven years and six months!" Humpty Dumpty re-
peated thoughtfully. "An uncomfortable sort of age. Now
if you'd asked my advice, I'd have said, 'Leave off at seven'
-but it's too late now."
"I never ask advice about growing," Alice said in-
"Too proud?" the other inquired.
Alice felt even more indignant at this suggestion. "I
mean," she said, "that one can't help growing older."
"One can't, perhaps," said Humpty Dumpty, "but two
can. With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven."
"What a beautiful belt you've got on!" Alice suddenly
remarked. (They had had quite enough of the subject of
age, she thought; and if they really were to take turns
in choosing subjects, it was her turn now.) "At least," she
corrected herself on second thoughts, "a beautiful cravat, I
should have said-no, a belt I mean-I beg your pardon! "
she added in dismay, for Humpty Dumpty looked thoroughly
offended, and she began to wish she hadn't chosen that
subject. "If only I knew," she thought to herself, "which
was neck and which was waist!"
Evidently Humpty Dumpty was very angry, though he
said nothing for a minute or two. When he did speak
again, it was in a deep growl.
"It is a-most-provoking-thing," he said at last,
"when a person doesn't know a cravat from a belt!"
I know it's very ignorant of me," Alice said, in so
humble a tone that Humpty Dumpty relented.

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"It's a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say.
It's a present from the White King and Queen. There
"Is it really?" said Alice, quite pleased to find that she
had chosen a good subject after all.
"They gave it me," Humpty Dumpty continued
thoughtfully, as he crossed one knee over the other and
clasped his hands round it, "they gave it me-for an un-
birthday present."
I beg your pardon ?" Alice said with a puzzled air.
I'm not offended," said Humpty Dumpty.
I mean, what is an un-birthday present!"
"A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course."
Alice considered a little. "I like birthday presents best,"
she said at last.
"You don't know what you're talking about!" cried
Humpty Dumpty. "How many days are there in a
year ?"
"Three hundred and sixty-five," said Alice.
And how many birthdays have you ?"
".And if you take one from three hundred and sixty-
five, what remains?"
"Three hundred and sixty-four, of course."
Humpty Dumpty looked doubtful. "I'd rather see
that done on paper," he said.
Alice couldn't help smiling as she took out her memo-
randum-book, and worked the sum for him:

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Humpty Dumpty took the book, and looked at it care-
fully. "That seems to be done right- he began.
"You're holding it upside down!" Alice interrupted.
"To be sure I was!" Humpty Dumpty said gayly, as
she turned it round for him. "I thought it looked a
little queer. As I was saying, that seems to be done right
-though I haven't time to look it over thoroughly just
and now-and that shows that there are three hundred
sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday pres-
"Certainly," said Alice.
"And only one for birthday presents, you know. There's
glory for you!"
"I don't know what you mean by 'glory,"' Alice said.
Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. "Of course
ycu don't-till I tell you. I meant there's a nice knock-
down argument for you!'"
"But glory' doesn't mean 'a nice knock-down argu-
ment,' Alice objected.
"When I use a word," Humpty Dumpty said in rather
a scornful tone, "it means just what I choose it to mean-
neither more nor less."
"The question is," said Alice, "whether you can make
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"The question is," said Humpty Dumpty, "which is to
be master-that's all."
Alice was too much puzzled to say anything, so after a
minute Humpty Dumpty began again. "They've a temper,
some of them-particularly verbs, they're the proudest-
adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs-how-
ever, I can manage the whole lot of them! Impenetra-
bility! That's what I say !"
"Would you tell me, please," said Alice, "what that
"Now you talk like a reasonable child," said Humpty
Dumpty, looking very much pleased. "I meant by 'im-
penetrability' that we've had enough of that subject, and
it would be just as well if you'd mention what you mean
to do next, as I suppose you don't mean to stop here all
the rest of your life."
"That's a great deal to make one word mean," Alice
said, in a thoughtful tone.
"When I make a word do a lot of work like that,"
said Humpty Dumpty, "I always pay it extra."
"Oh!" said Alice. She was too much puzzled to
make any other remark.
Ah, you should see 'em come round me of a Saturday
night," Humpty Dumpty went on, wagging his head
gravely from side to side: "for to get their wages, you
(Alice didn't venture to ask what he paid them with;
and so you see I can't tell you.)

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"You seem very clever at explaining words, sir," said
Alice. "Would you kindly tell me the meaning of the
poem called 'Jabberwocky?' "
"Let's hear it," said Humpty Dumpty. "I can explain
all the poems that ever were invented-and a good many
that haven't been invented just yet."
This sounded very hopeful, so Alice repeated the first

"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe."

"That's enough to begin with," Humpty Dumpty inter-
rupted: there are plenty of hard words there. 'Brillig'
means four o'clock in the afternoon-the time when you
begin broiling things for dinner."
"That'll do very well," said Alice: "and 'slithy' ?"
"Well, 'slithy' means lithe and slimy. 'Lithe' is the
same as 'active.' You see it's like a portmanteau-there
are two meanings packed up into one word."
"I see it now," Alice remarked thoughtfully: "and
what are toves "
"Well, 'toves' are something like badgers-they're some-
thing like lizards-and they're something like corkscrews."
"They must be very curious-looking creatures."
They are that," said Humpty Dumpty, "also they
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"And what's to 'gyre' and to 'gimble'?
"To 'gyre' is to go round and round like a gyroscope.
To 'gimble' is to make holes like a gimlet."
"And 'the wabe' is the grass-plot round a sun-dial, I
suppose?" said Alice, surprised at her own ingenuity.
"Of course it is. It's called wabe,' you know, because
it goes a long way before it, and a long way behind
And a long way beyond it on each side," Alice added.
"Exactly so. Well then, 'mimsy' is flimsy 'and miser-
able' (there's another portmanteau for you). And a 'boro-
gove' is a thin shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking
out all round-something like a live mop."
"And then 'mome raths'?" said Alice. "I afraid I'm
giving you a great deal of trouble."
"Well, a 'rath' is a sort of green pig: but 'mome'
I'm not certain about. I think it's short for 'from home'
-meaning that they'd lost their way, you know."
"And what does 'outgrabe' mean?"
"Well, 'outgribing' is something between bellowing and
whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle: however,
you'll hear it done, maybe-down in the wood yonder-
and when you've once heard it you'll be quite content.
Who's been repeating all that hard stuff to you?"
"I read it in a book," said Alice. "But I had some
poetry repeated to me, much easier than that, by-Tweedle-
dee, I think it was."
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stretching out one of his great hands, "I can repeat poetry
as well as other folks, if it comes to that--- "
"Oh, it needn't come to that!" Alice hastily said, hop-
ing to keep him from beginning.
"The piece I'm going to repeat," he went on with-
out noticing her remark, "was written entirely for your
Alice felt that in that case she really ought to listen to
it, so she sat down and said "Thank you" rather sadly.

In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight-

only I don't sing it," he added, as an explanation.
"I see you don't," said Alice.
If you can see whether I'm singing or not, you've
sharper eyes than most," Humpty Dumpty remarked se-
verely. Alice was silent.

"In spring, when woods are getting green
I'll try and tell you what I mean."

"Thank you very much," said Alice.

"In summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you'll understand the song:

In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take pen and ink, and write it down."

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"I will, if I can remember it so long," said Alice.
"You needn't go on making remarks like that,"
Humpty Dumpty said: "they're not sensible, and they put
me out."

"I sent a message to the fish:
I told them 'This is what I wish.'

The little fishes of the sea,
They sent an answer back to me.

The little fishes' answer was
We cannot do it, sir, because--' "

"I'm afraid I don't quite understand," said Alice.
"It gets easier further on," Humpty Dumpty replied.

"I sent to them again to say
'It will be better to obey.'

The fishes answered with a grin,
'Why, what a temper you are in!'

I told them once, I told them twice,
They would not listen to advice.

I took a kettle large and new,
Fit for the deed I had to do.

My heart went hop, my heart went thump;
I filled the kettle at the pump.

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Then some one came to me and said,
'The little fishes are in bed.'

I said to him, I said it plain,
'Then you must wake them up again.'

I said it very loud and clear;
I went and shouted in his ear."

Humpty Dumpty raised his voice almost to a scream as
he repeated this verse, and Alice thought with a shudder,
"I wouldn't have been the messenger for anything!"

But he was very stiff and proud;
He said You needn't shout so loud!'

And he was very proud and stiff;
He said 'I'd go and wake them, if- '

I took a corkscrew from the shelf:
I went to wake them up myself.

And when I found the door was locked,
I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.

And when I found the door was shut,
I tried to turn the handle, but-"

There was a long pause.
"Is that all?" Alice timidly asked.
"That's all," said Humpty Dumpty. "Good-by."

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This was rather sudden, Alice thought: but, after such
a very strong hint that she ought to be going, she felt
that it would hardly be civil to stay. So she got up, and
held out her hand. "Good-by, till we meet again!" she
said as cheerfully as she could.
"I shouldn't know you again if we did meet," Humpty
Dumpty replied, in a discontented tone, giving her one of
his fingers to shake; "you're so exactly like other people."
"The face is what one goes by, generally," Alice re-
marked in a thoughtful tone.
"That's just what I complain of," said Humpty Dumpty.
"Your face is the same as everybody has-the two eyes, so"
-(marking their places in the air with his thumb) "nose
in the middle, mouth under. It's always the same. Now
if you had the two eyes on the same side of the nose, for in-
stance-or the mouth at the top-that would be some help."
"It wouldn't look nice," Alice objected. But Humpty
Dumpty only shut his eyes and said "Wait till you've tried."
Alice waited a minute to see if he would speak again,
but as he never opened his eyes or took any further notice
of her, she said Good-by! once more, and, getting no
answer to this, she quietly walked away : but she couldn't
help saying to herself as she went, "Of all the unsatis-
factory"-(she repeated this aloud, as it was a great com-
fort to have such a long word to say) "of all the unsatis-
factory people I ever met- She never finished the
sentence, for at this moment a heavy crash shook the forest
from end to end.

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SThe Lion and the Unicorn

THE NEXT moment soldiers came running through
the wood, at first in twos and threes, then ten or
twenty together, and at last in such crowds that they
seemed to fill the whole forest. Alice got behind a tree,
for fear of being run over, and watched them go by.
She thought that in all her life she had never seen
soldiers so uncertain of their feet: they were always trip-
ping over something or other, and whenever one went
down, several more always fell over him, so that the ground
was soon covered with little heaps of men.
Then came the horses. Having four feet these managed
rather better than the foot-soldiers: but even they stumbled
now and then; and it seemed to be a regular rule that,
whenever a horse stumbled, the rider fell off instantly.
The confusion got worse every moment, and Alice was
very glad to get out of the wood into an open place,
where she found the White King seated on the ground,
busily writing in his memor-.ndum-book.
"I've sent them all," the King cried in a tone of de-
light, on seeing Alice. "Did you happen to meet any
soldiers, my dear, as you came through the wood?"
"Yes, I did," said Alice: "several thousand I should
"Four thousand two hundred and seven, that's the exact
number," the King said, referring to his book. "I couldn't

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send all the horses, you know, because two of them are
wanted in the game. And I haven't sent the two Mes-
sengers, either. They're both gone to the town. Just
look along the road, and tell me if you can see either of
"I see nobody on the road," said Alice.
"I only wish I had such eyes," the King remarked in
a fretful tone. "To be able to see nobody. And at that
distance too? Why, it's as much as I can do to see real
people, by this light."
All this was lost on Alice, who was still looking intently
along the road, shading her eyes with one hand. "I see
somebody now," she exclaimed at last. But he's coming
very slowly-and what curious attitudes he goes into."
(For the Messenger kept skipping up and down, and wrig-
gling like an eel, as he came along, with his great hands
spread out like fans on each side.)
"Not at all," said the King. "He's an Anglo-Saxon
Messenger and those are Anglo-Saxon attitudes. He only
does them when he's happy. His name is Haigha." (He
pronounced it so as to rhyme with "mayor.")
I love my love with an H," Alice couldn't help be-
ginning, "because he is Happy. I hate him with an
H, because he is Hideous. I fed him with-with-with
Ham-sandwiches, and Hay. His name is Haigha, and he
lives "
"He lives on the Hill," the King remarked simply,
without the least idea that he was joining in the game,

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while Alice was still hesitating for the name of a town
beginning with H. "The other Messenger's called Hatta.
I must have two, you know-to come and go. One to
come, one to go."
"I beg your pardon?" said Alice.
"It isn't respectable to beg," said the King.
"I only meant that I didn't understand," said Alice.
"Why one to come and one to go?"
"Don't I tell you?" the King repeated impatiently. I
must have two-to fetch and carry. One to fetch, and one
to carry."
At this moment tne Messenger arrived: he was far too
much out of breath to say a word, and could only wave
his hands about, and make the most fearful faces at the
poor King.
This young lady loves you with an H," the King said,
introducing Alice in the hope of turning off the Messen-
ger's attention from himself-but it was no use-the Anglo-
Saxon attitude only got more extraordinary every moment,
while the great eyes rolled wildly from side to side.
"You alarm me!" said the King. "I feel faint-Give
me a ham-sandwich!"
On which the Messenger, to Alice's great amusement,
opened a bag that hung round his neck, and handed a sand-
wich to the King, who devoured it greedily.
"Another sandwich!" said the King.
"There's nothing but hay left now," the Messenger said,
peeping into the bag.

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"Hay, then," the King murmured in a faint whisper.
Alice was glad to see that it revived him a good deal.
"There's nothing like eating hay when you're faint," he
remarked to her, as he munched away.
I should think throwing cold water over you would
be better," Alice suggested: "or some sal-volatile."
"I didn't say there was nothing better," the King replied.
"I said there was nothing like it." Which Alice did not
venture to deny.
Who did you pass on the road?" the King went on,
holding out his hand to the Messenger for some more
"Nobody," said the Messenger.
"Quite right," said the King; "this young lady saw
him too. So of course Nobody walks slower than you."
"I do my best," the Messenger said in a sullen tone.
I'm sure nobody walks much faster than I do!"
"He can't do that," said the King, "or else he'd have
been here first. However, now you've got your breath,
you may tell us what's happened in the town."
I'll whisper it," said the Messenger, putting his hands
to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet and stooping so
as to get close to the King's ear. Alice was sorry for this,
as she wanted to hear the news too. However, instead of
whispering, he simply shouted at the top of his voice,
"They're at it again!"
"Do you call that a whisper?" cried the poor King,
jumping up and shaking himself. "If you do such a

The Lion and the Unicorn

thing again, I'll have you buttered! It went through and
through my head like an earthquake!"
"It would have to be a very tiny earthquake!" thought
Alice. "Who are at it again?" she ventured to ask.
"Why, the Lion and the Unicorn, of course," said the
"Fighting for the crown?"
"Yes, to be sure," said the King: "and the best of the
joke is, that it's my crown all the while! Let's run and
see them." And they trotted off, Alice repeating to her-
self, as she ran, the words of the old song:

"The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown:
The Lion beat the Unicorn all round the town.
Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown;
Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town."

"Does-the one-that wins-get the crown ?" she asked,
as well as she could, for the run was putting her quite
out of breath.
Dear me, no!" said the King. "What an idea!"
"Would you-be good enough," Alice panted out, after
running a little further, "to stop a minute-just to get
-one's breath again!"
"I'm good enough," the King said, "only I'm not strong
enough. You see, a minute goes by so fearfully quick.
You might as well try to stop a Bandersnatch!"
Alice had no more breath for talking, so they trotted
on in silence, till they came in sight of a great crowd, in

Through the Looking-Glass

the middle of which the Lion and Unicorn were fighting.
They were in such a cloud of dust, that at first Alice
could not make out which was which: but she soon
managed to distinguish the Unicorn by his horn.
They placed themselves close to where Hatta, the other
Messenger, was standing watching the fight, with a cup of
tea in one hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the
"He's only just out of prison, and he hadn't finished
his tea when he was sent in," Haigha whispered to Alice:
"and they only give them oyster-shells in there-so you
see he's very hungry and thirsty. How are you, dear child?"
he went on, putting his arm affectionately round Hatta's neck.
Hatta looked round and nodded, and went on with his
"Were you happy in prison, dear child?" said Haigha.
Hatta looked round once more, and this time a tear or
two trickled down his cheek: but not a word would he say.
"Speak, can't you!" Haigha cried impatiently. But
Hatta only munched away, and drank some more tea.
"Speak, won't you!" cried the King. "How are they
getting on with the fight ?"
Hatta made a desperate effort, and swallowed a large
piece of bread-and-butter. They're getting on very well,"
he said in a choking voice: each of them has been
down about eighty-seven times."
"Then I suppose they'll soon bring the white bread
and the brown?" Alice ventured to remark.

The Lion and the Unicorn

"It's waiting for 'em now," said Hatta: "this is a bit
of it as I'm eating."
There was a pause in the fight just then, and the Lion
and the Unicorn sat down, panting, while the King called
out "Ten minutes allowed for refreshments!" Haigha
and Hatta set to work at once, carrying round trays of
white and brown bread. Alice took a piece to taste, but
it was very dry.
"I don't think they'll fight any more to-day," the King
said to Hatta: "go and order the drums to begin."
And Hatta went bounding away like a grasshopper.
For a minute or two Alice stood silent, watching him.
Suddenly she brightened up. "Look, look!" she cried,
pointing eagerly. "There's the White Queen running
across the country! She came flying out of the wood over
yonder-How fast those Queens can run!"
"There's some enemy after her, no doubt," the King
said, without even looking round. "That wood's full of
"But aren't you going to run and help her?" Alice
asked, very much surprised at his taking it so quietly.
"No use, no use!" said the King. "She runs so fear-
fully quick. You might as well try to catch a Bander-
snatch! But I'll make a memorandum about her, if you
like-she's a dear good creature," he repeated softly to him-
self, as he opened his memorandum-book. "Do you spell
'creature' with a double 'e'?"
At this moment the Unicorn sauntered by them, with

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