Through the looking glass

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Through the looking glass and what Alice found there
Uniform Title:
Alice's adventures in Wonderland
Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898
Tenniel, John, 1820-1914 ( Illustrator )
Clay, Richard, 1789-1877 ( Printer )
Macmillan & Co ( Publisher )
Dalziel Brothers ( Engraver )
Place of Publication:
Macmillan and Co.
Richard Clay
Publication Date:
Physical Description:
[12], 224, [3] p. : ill. ; 19 cm.


Subjects / Keywords:
Girls -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Dreams -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Flowers -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Insects -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Twins -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Unicorns -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Queens -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Wit and humor, Juvenile ( lcsh )
Imagination -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Curiosity -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Illusion (Philosophy) -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Innocence (Psychology) -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Decision making -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Imaginary places -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Fantasy ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1872 ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements -- 1872 ( rbgenr )
Armorial bookplates (Provenance) -- England -- 20th century ( rbprov )
Bldn -- 1872
Fantasy literature ( rbgenr )
Publishers' advertisements ( rbgenr )
Armorial bookplates (Provenance) ( rbprov )
novel ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )


Williams, S. H. Lewis Carroll handbook,
General Note:
Illustrations engraved by Dalziel.
General Note:
In this sequel to "Alice's adventures in Wonderland," Alice goes through the mirror to find a strange world where curious adventures await her.
General Note:
First edition; cf. Williams, cited below.
General Note:
Publisher's advertisements: p. [2] at end.
General Note:
Printer's device: p. [3] at end.
General Note:
Baldwin Library copy: misprint "wade" on p. 21, instead of "wabe" as correctly spelled in mirror image on same page.
General Note:
Pages 95 and 98 numbered in UCLA copy.
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility:
by Lewis Carroll ; with fifty illustrations by John Tenniel.

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CHILD of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thou
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.

I have not seen thy sunny face,
Nor heard thy silver laughter;
No thought of me shall find a place
In thy young life's hereafter-
Enough that now thou wilt not fail
To listen to my fairy-tale.

A tale begun in other days,
When summer suns were glowing-
A simple chime, that served to time
The rhythm of our rowing--
Whose echoes live in memory yet,
Though envious years would say 'forget.'

Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,
Shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden !
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.

Without, the frost, the blinding snow,
The storm-wind's moody madness-
Within, the firelight's ruddy glow,
And childhood's nest of gladness.
The magic words shall hold thee fast:
Thou shalt not heed the raving blast.

And though the shadow of a sigh
May tremble through the story,
For 'happy summer days' gone by,
And vanish'd summer glory-
It shall not touch with breath of bale
The pleasance of our fairy-tale.

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V. WOOL AND WA.TER .... . !)

vI. IIHU1TY DUMPTY . .. . 113



IX. QUEEN ALICE ............ 5

X. SHAKING . ........... 21

XI. WAKING .............. .21 i

XII. WhICH DREAMED IT? .. .. .. 21,

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 mischief.
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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: and 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 arm-
chair, 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 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 arm-chair, 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 wiu.lin,., 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 hon-
fire- 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!
And you'd have deserved it, you little mis-
chievous 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

don't make any more excuses, but listen Num-
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ber 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 the 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 Wednes-
day week- Suppose they had saved up all
my punishments!" she went on, talking more
to herself than 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 punishment
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, 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
favourite 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 be one of them then, and
I'll be all the rest." And once she had really
frightened her old nurse by shouting suddenly
in her ear, "Nurse! Do let's pretend that I'm
a hungry hyena, 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, prin-

cipally, 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 the room you
can see through the glass- that's just the same
as oar 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 fire-
place, 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 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 could only get through into
Looking-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


Ito melt away, just like a bright silvery mist.
In another moment Alice was through the

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to melt away, just like a bright silvery mist.
In another moment Alice was through the


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glass, and had 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 \vas 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 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 in-
visible "
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.
"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, rub-
bing 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 her-
self 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 had 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, 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.



away: but, before she put him on the table, she
thought she might as well dust Jim a little,
he was so covered with ashes.
She said afterwards that she had never seen
in all her life such a face as the King made,
when he found himself held in the air by an


invisible hand, and being dusted: 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 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 whiskers."
"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 manner
of things that I don't intend- "
"What manner of things ? said the Queen,
looking over the book (in which Alice had put
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is sliding down the
poker. He balances
S very badly'). "That's
,:j not a memorandum
of yo0r feelings'"
'. There was a book
:l .l lying near Alice on
the table, and( while
S.,. ,. .'' she sat watching
the White King (for
she was still a little
anxious about him,
and had the ink all ready to 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.


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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 all go
the right way again."
This was the poem that Alice read.


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


"Beware the Jabberwock, my son !
The Jews 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 Tamtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in fish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came '" through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it Came'!

Onc, 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.


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

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All nimsy 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 under-
stand !" (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 exactly know what they are!
However, somebody killed something: that's clear,
at any rate-- "
"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 down stairs
--or, at least, it wasn't exactly running, but
a new invention for getting down stairs quickly
and easily, as Alice said to herself. 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 natural way.



I 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 going 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 1 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 after-
wards), and the next moment she found herself
actually walking in at the door.
"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 her-
self 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 won-
dering 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
\ colour, and that goes
a long way."


I don't care about the colour," the Tiger-
lily remarked. If only her petals curled up a
little more, she'd be all right."


Alice didn't like being criticised, so she
began asking questions. "Aren't you sometimes
frightened at being planted out here, with no-
body 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 asked.
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 towards 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, 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 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, 1 think."
"Her petals are done up close, almost like
a dahlia," the Tiger-lily interrupted "not tum-
bled 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 daresay 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 round 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 footstep, thump, thump, along the
gravel-walk "


Alice looked rtoind 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: wonderfully fine air it is, out here."
"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:
" should advise you to walk the other way."
This sounded nonsense to Alice, so she said
nothing, but set of' at once towards the Red
Queen. To her surprise, she lost sight of her
in a moment, and found herself 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.

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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

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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.
"Curtsey while you're thinking what to say.
It saves time."
Alice wondered a little at this, but she was
too much in awe of the Queen to disbelieve it.
" 'll try it when I go home," she thought to
herself, "the next time I'm a little late for
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
Alice didn't dare to argue the point, but
went on : "---and I thought I'd try and lind
my way to the top of that hill- "
"AWhen you say hill,'" the Queen inter-
rupted, 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 dictionary !"
Alice curtseyed 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.

6 _.. [ .-_z

For some minutes Alice stood without speak-
ing, looking out in all directions over the country
--and a most curious country it was. Thlre
were a number of tiny little brooks running
,traigllt 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 moving about somewhere----
and so there are !' she added in a tone of
delight, and her heart ,began, to ,eat quick
with excitement as she wcent on. It's a great
huge game of chess that 's being played-
all over the world- if this i"s the world at
all, you k1nw. 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 c;aid 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 l1e a Queen- "
Just at this moment, somehow or other, they
began to run.
Alice never could quite make out, in think-
ing it over afterwards, how it was that they
bean : all she remembers is, that they were run-


ning 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 Fasterl
Faster but Alice felt she could 'ot 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 ttat.
She felt as if she would never be able to talk
again, she was getting so much out of breath
and still the Queen cried Faster Faster!"
:Uad di -, 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 cars, and almost blow-
ing her hair off her head, she fancied.


"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 sud-
denly, 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 believe we 've been under this tree
the whole time! Everything'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 some-
where 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
vou 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 amn
so hot and thirsty "
"I know what you'd like the Queen said
good-naturedly, 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 ver' dry and she thought she had
never been so nearly choked in al 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 twvo yards," she said, putting
in a peg to mark the distance, I shall give
you your directions----have another biscuit ? "
"No, thank you," said Alice: "one's quite
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-bye. And 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 railway, I should
think----- and you'll find yourself in the Fourth
Square in no time. Well, that square belongs
to Tweedledum and Tweedlede-- the Fifth is
mostly water-- the Sixth belongs to Humpty
Dumpty--- ut vou make no remark ? "
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 Eighth Square we
shall be Queens together, and it's all feasting
and fun Alice got up and curtseyed, and
sat down again.


At the next peg the Queen turned again,
and this time she said, Speak in French when
you can't think of the English for a thing.---
turn out your toes as you walk---and re-
member who you are She did not wait
for Alice to curtsey this time, but walked on
quickly to the next 1. -,. where she turned for
a moment to say "good-bye," and then hurried
on to the last.
How it happened, Alice never knew, but
exactly as she came to the last 1 ., she was
gone. Whether she vanished 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.



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 geography," 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 ? 1 T.. 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 me how I liked my walk. I shall
say---' Oh, I liked it well enough-- (here
came the favourite little toss of the 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 I"
So with this excuse she ran down the hill
and jumped over the first of the six little

"Tickets, please!" said the (uard, putting
his head in at the window. In a moment every-
body 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 waiti,.. child! Why, his time is worth a
thousand pounds a minute!"


"I'm afraid I haven't got one," Alice said
in a frightened 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 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 speaking." 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 micro-
scope, 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 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, he went on with
" She'll have to go back from here as luggage!"
Alice couldn't see who was sitting beyond
the Beetle, but a hoarse voice spoke next. ('C h y
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 night inake a joke on that--s, -ething about 'horae' and
'hoarse,' you know."
Then a very gentle voice in the distance said,
" She must be labelled Lass, with care,' you
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.
Bat the gentleman dressed in white paper
le:ined forwards and whispered in her car,
"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 impa-
tiently. 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 I noll 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, 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
qulte 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 k lno you are a fined, the little voice went on ; 0,de.
frand, and an old friend. And you won't hurt me, though I oa an insect."
What kind of insect ?" Alice inquired a
little anxiously. 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, the, 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." Every-
body 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 her-
self. In another 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, 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
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 ex-
plained, "because I'm rather afraid of them-----
at least the large kinds. But I can tell you the
names of some of them."
Of course they answer to their names?"
the Gnat remarked carelessly.
I never knew them 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."


"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 entirely of wood, and gets about
by swinging itself from branch to branch."

...- ... .

great curiosity.

"Sap and sa -dust," said the Gat. Go on
with the list."
.F- ^ ',-i

"What does it live on?" Alice asked, with
great curiosity.
"Sap and sawdustt" said the Gnat. "Go on
with the list."
Alice looked at the Rocking-horse-fly with great
interest, 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
"Frumenty and mince-pie," the Gnat replied;
"and it makes its nest in a C(hi-ti ,--box."


"And then there's the Butterfly," Alice went
on, after she had taken a good look at the in-
sect 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-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?"

S-- -- --
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"Weak tea with cream in it."
A new difficulty came into Alice's head. "Sup-
posing it couldn't find any ?" she suggested.
Then it would die, of course."
"But that, must happen very often," Alice
remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.
After this, Alice was silent for a minute
or two, pondering. 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 careless 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 know."


"That would never do, I'm sure," said Alice:
" the governess would never think of excusing me
lessons for that. If she couldn't remember my
name, she'd call me -'Miss!' as the servants do."
Well, if she said Miss,' and didn't say
anything more," the Gnat remarked, "of course
you'd miss your lessons. That's a joke. 1 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 checks.
"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 herself, "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 advertise-
ments, you know, when people lose dogs-
'answers to the name of "Dash:" had on a brass
collar'-- just fancy calling everything 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 "hat ? "
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 suddenly began again. "Then it really hcas
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
pu ;:lhir_, was, L, I knowi 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, "Notliw,. just now."
"Think again," it said: "that won't do."

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S, ,, I' "

Alice thought, but nothing came of it. Please,
would you tell me what you. call y..'.ui if '" she
said timidly. "I think that might help a little."
"I'11 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 ways."


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, one marked 'TO
TWEEDLEDUM'S HOUSE,' and the other 'TO
"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 there 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




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,
F 2


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

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
Tweedledum : "but it isn't so, nohow."
"Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "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 grinned.
They looked so exactly like a couple of great


schoolboys, 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.
Alice did not like shaking hands with either
of them 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 remembered after-
wards), 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 it out) by the branches
rubbing one across the other, like fiddles and
"But it certainly zwas funny," (Alice said
afterwards, 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 suddenly as they had begun:
the music stopped at the same moment.
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
.-ki-.:;." said Tweedledum.
"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 wood?"
What shall I repeat to her ? said Tweedle-
dee, looking round at Tweedledum with great
solemn eyes, and not noticing Alice's question.
"' The WaVdrus and the Carpenter is the
longest," Tweedledum 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 sui was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
IHe did his .-. ,-.. best to make
The billows smooth and bright-
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

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

TiL sea waZs et as wet cold ble,
The sands uw're dryl us dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
io birds irwere 1' overhead-
There ,cere no birds to fly.



The Walrus and the Carpenter
IJWere walking close at hand ;
They wept like ,. 7'5,',.1 to sec
Such quantities of sand:
'If this were only cleared away,'
They said, 'it would be grand '

' f seven maid s vith seven mops
Swept it for half a.. ",
1)o yon suppose,' the Walrus said,
That they could get it clear ?'


'I doubt it,' said the Carpeqnter,
And shed a bitter tear.

'0 0 come and walk with us!'
The Tailrs did besech.
A pleasant 'ialk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briV y beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to eaca.

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But elcer a wcord he soaid:
The eldest 0 '. i.inkeld his
Andl shook his 7. biad --
t[ .' to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But foJu i G.'. /' hurried 2p,
All for the treat:
7" coats iere brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean alnd ncat-


And this was odd, because, you knio':w,
They hadn't any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at la.'d,
And more, and more, and morc-
All h,'lp';..':/ .. the frothy braves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
WIal:cd 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 comec,' the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
Of shoes-and ships--and sealing-icax-
Of cabbages-and -


And why the sea is boiling hot-
And whether pigs have wings.'

-. _, ,- ', .

- -,: :z -w_' :

'But cait a bit,' the Oysfers cried,
Before we have our chat ;
For some of 'us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat !'
Ko hurryy' said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
'Is what u'e 7 i eed :


Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed-
Nov 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
T'he butter's spread too thick !'

I weep for you,' the Walrus said:
I deeply sym2pahize.'
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchif
T r. his streaming eyes.


0 Oysters,' said the Carcopter,
You've had a pleasant run!
Shall eue be ,."' horne ?'
But answer came there none-
And this was scarcely odd, because
f, '"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 hand-
kerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't
count how many he took: contrariwise."
"That was mean! Alice said indignantly.
"Then I like the Carpenter best-- if he didn't
eat so many as the Walrus."
"But he ate as many as he could get," said
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 something 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
Come and look at him! the brothers cried,
and they each took one of Alice's hands, and led
her up to where the King was sleeping.

S- "*

Isn't he a lovely sight said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn't say honestly that he was. THe
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.
ie 's dreaming now," said Tweedlcdee :
" 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 sup-
pose you'd be ? "
Where I am now, of course," said Alice.
"Not you !" Tweedliedee retorted contemptu-
ously. 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 say;,..- "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 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 i." 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 tlhe 're talking nonsense," Alice


thought to herself: "and it's foolish to cry
about it." So she rushed away her tears, and
went on as cheerfully as she could, At any rate
I'd better he getting out of the wood, for
really it's coinig 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 l<'e. 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 Trwe(edledum sprang out from under the
umbrella, and seized her by the wrist.
"Do you sec that ?" he said, in a voice
choking with lpssion, and his eyes grew large
and yellow all in a moment, 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
examination of the little white thing. Not a
rattle-snake, you know," she added hastily, think-
ing that he was frightened: only an old rattle
---quite old and broken."

..I.' 1... -

"I knew it was cried Tweedledum, begin-
ning to stamp about wildly and tear his hair.
"It's spoilt, of course" Here he looked at
Twcedledee, who immediately sat down on the
"ground, and tried to hide himself under the


Alice laid her hand upon his arm, and said
in a soothing 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 any-
thing else," Alice thought.
"Of course you agree to have a battle?"
Tweedledum said in a calmer tone.
I suppose so," the other sulkily replied, as
he crawled 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, annd 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 pin-
ning and tying strings ?" Tweedledum remarked.
"Every one of these things has got to go on,
somehow or other."
Alice said afterwards she had never seen such
a fuss made about anything in all her life-
the way those two bustled about- and the quan-
tity of things they put on-- and the trouble
they gave her in tying strings and fastening
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's
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.

~ _.- -. *-~.,~ 2 -_ -

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."


"And I've got a toothache!" said Tweedle-
dcc, who had overheard the remark. I 'm far
worse than you "
"Then you'd better not fight to-day," said
Alice, thinking it a good opportunity to make
We must have a bit of a fight, but I don't
care about going on long," said Tweedledum.
" What's the time now ? "
Tweedledee looked at his watch, and said
" Half-past four."
"Let's fight till six, and then have dinner,"
said Tweedledum.
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
And I hit every thing within reach," cried
Tweedledum, "whether I can see it or not!"
Alice laughed. "You must hit the trees
pretty often, I should think," she said.