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Alice's adventures in wonderland

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Alice's adventures in wonderland
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Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898
Walker, W. H ( Illustrator )
Dodd, Mead & Company ( Publisher )
Mayflower Press ( Printer )
William Brendon & Son ( Printer )
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Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
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by Lewis Carroll ; with eight coloured and 42 other illustrations by W.H. Walker.

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ALL in the golden afternoon

Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence

Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreamy weather,

To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather !

Yet what can one poor voice avail

Against three tongues together ?





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Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict “to begin it ”—
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
“There will be nonsense in it !”—
_ While Tertia interrupts the tale

Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue

The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,

In friendly chat with bird or beast—
And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
“The rest next time”—“It 7s next time!”

The happy voices cry.

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Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,

Its quaint events were hammered out,
And now the tale is done,

And home we steer, a merry crew,

Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,
And with the gentle hand

Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined
In Memory’s mystic band,

Like pilgrim’s withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land.





CHAPTER

II.
TIT.
IV.

VI.
VIL.
VIIL.
IX.

XI.
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CONTENTS

DowN THE RABBIT-HOLE

THE Poot or TEARS .

A CAUCUS-RACE AND A Lona TALE

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THE RABBIT SENDS IN A LITTLE BILL

ADVICE FROM A CATERPILLAR

Pic AND PEPPER : ; .
A Map TEa-Party . : .
THE QUEEN’S CROQUET-GROUND .

TsHE Mock TurTLEe’s STORY Z

THe LOBSTER QUADRILLE , .
Wuo SToLe THE TARTS? . °
ALICE’S EVIDENCE ‘ . 2

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The players all played at once, without waiting for turns,
quarrelling all the while : . ‘ Frontispiece

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Alice ran across the field after it . . . . . 1
Alice found herself falling down what seemed to be a

very deep well . . ; . To face page 2
Alice opened the door, and found it led into a small

passage . . . . . . . . 6

The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water . » Li
‘And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smilingjaws” 15
Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the shore 20

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The Dodo suddenly called out, “The race is over!”
To face page

The Mouse’s tail . .
One old magpie began wrapping itself up very ae
Alice began to cry again
“Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of ie

and a fan” . .
A shower of little pebbles came rattling i in at the window
The poor little Lizard, Bill, was ae held up two

guinea-pigs .
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“Come back,” Sir Gatsceilies called ates aes 7 ey ies
something important to say” ‘ To face page

“T feared it might injure the brain”

“Be off, or ll kick you down stairs”

“Serpent!” screamed the Pigeon .

The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice ;

The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went out,
but it just missed her. . « To face page

So she set the little creature down

Alice was a little startled by seeing the Chésliire Cat
sitting on a bough of a tree . : :

The Mad Tea-Party : ;

“T want a clean cup,’ interrupted the Hauer’ 3 “let’s all
move one place on” : . To face page

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! ; .

** Once upon a time there were three little sisters”

The last time she saw them they were ae to a the
Dormouse into the teapot :

The Cheshire Cat . ‘ ; 7 . .

Alice put them into a large flower- or ; 7 ; 3

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The Queen was in a furious Eee ne ‘“ Off with
his head!” .

The King and the executioner ran wildly up and down
looking for the Cat ; . .

The Jackdaw

She was exactly the right height to rest es ahi on
Alice’s shoulder . . ; .

A Gryphon lying fast asleep in the sun.

The Mock Turtle sitting sad and oe on a little ede
of rock ‘

“Throw the lobsters as far out to sea as you can”

“They are waiting on the Soe you come and
join the dance?” .. : : ; ; :

Alice began telling her saves: : To face page

The Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie

“Come on,” cried the Gryphon, taking Alice by the tani

The White Rabbit read out at the top of his shrill little
voice . ; ‘ : ; .

The March Hare arm-in-arm with the Darnuse

“Give your evidence,” said the King, “or I’ll have you
executed on the spot” ; . To face page

The Hatter hurriedly left the court, without even oa
to put his shoes on

Alice began picking them up again as Pee as aie sl

“Why, there they are,” said the King sires:

pointing to the tarts . : ° ' .
The whole pack rose up into the air. . .
Strange creatures of her dream . ,

Tailpiece—The Dodo . . . ° .

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Alice ran across the field after it.



CHAPTER I—DOWN THE
RABBIT-HOLE

LICE was beginning to get, very tired of
sitting by her sister on the bank, and
of having nothing to do: once or twice
she had peeped into the book her sister

was reading, but it had no pictures or conversa-
tions in it, ‘‘and what is the use of a book,”
thought Alice, “without pictures or conversations?”

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

There was nothing so very remarkable in that;
nor did Alice think it so very much out of the

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way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, ““Oh dear!
Oh dear! I shall be too late!” (when she thought
it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she
ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it
all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit
actually took a watch out of tts waistcoat-pocket,
and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started
to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she
had never before seen a rabbit with either a waist-
coat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and
burning with curiosity, she ran across the field
after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a
large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

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

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

Hither the well was very deep, or she fell very
slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went
down to look about her, and to wonder what was
going to happen next. First, she tried to look
down and make out what she was coming to, but

it was too dark to see anything: then she looked
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at the sides of the well, and noticed that they
were filled with cupboards and bookshelves: here
and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon
pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves
as she passed; it was labelled “ORANGE MAR-
MALADE,” but to her great disappointment it
was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for
fear of killing somebody underneath, so managed to
put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.

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

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come
to an end? “I wonder how many miles I’ve
_ fallen by this time?” she said aloud.. “I must be
' getting somewhere near the centre of the earth.
- Let me see: that would be four thousand miles
down, I think—” (for, you see, Alice had learnt
_ several things of this sort in her lessons in the
schoolroom, and though this was not a very good
_ opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there
' was no one to listen to her, still it was good prac-
_ tice to say it over) ‘“—~yes, that’s about the right
_ distance—but then I wonder what Latitude or
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Longitude I’ve got to?” (Alice had not the slightest
idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but
she thought they were nice grand words to say.)
Presently she began again. ‘I wonder if I shall
fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to
come out among the people that walk with their
heads downwards! The Antipathies, I think—”
(she was rather glad there was no one listening,
this time, as it didn’t sound at all the right word)
‘but I shall have to ask them what the name of
the country is, you know. Please, Ma’am, is this
New Zealand or Australia?” (and she tried to
curtsey as she spoke—fancy curtseying as you're
falling through the air! Do you think you could
manage it?) ‘And what an ignorant little girl
she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask:
perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.”
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to
do, so Alice soon began talking again. ‘ Dinah’ll
miss me very much to-night, I should think!”
(Dinah was the cat.) ‘I hope they’ll remember her
saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah, my dear! I
wish you were down here with me! There are no
mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch a
bat, and that’s very like a mouse, you know. But
do cats eat bats, I wonder?” And here Alice
began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to
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herself, in a dreamy sort of way, “Do cats eat
bats? Do cats eat bats?” and sometimes, ‘“ Do
bats eat cats?” for, you see, as she couldn’t answer
either question, it didn’t much matter which way
she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and
had just begun to dream that she was walking hand
in hand with Dinah, and was saying to her very ear-
nestly, ‘‘Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever
eat a bat?” when suddenly, thump! thump! down
she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and
the fall was over.

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

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

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Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged
table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing
on it but a tiny golden key, and Alice’s first idea
was that this might belong to one of the doors of
the hall; but alas! either the locks were too large,
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Alice opened the door, and found it led into a small passage.

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round, she came upon a low curtain she had not

noticed before, and behind it was a little door about

fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key

in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted !
Alice opened the door and found that it led into

a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole:

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she knelt down and looked along the passage into
the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed
to get out of that dark hall, and wander about
among those beds of bright flowers and those cool
fountains, but she could not even get her head
through the doorway; ‘and even if my head
would go through,” thought poor Alice, “it would
be of very little use without my shoulders. Qh,
how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I
think I could, if I only knew how to begin.” For,
you see, so many out-of-the-way things had hap-
pened lately, that Alice had begun to think that
very few things indeed were really impossible.

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

It was all very well to say “ Drink me,” but the
wise little Alice was not going to do that ina hurry.
“No, I'll look first,” she said, ‘‘ and see whether it’s
marked ‘ poison’ or not”; for she had read several
nice little stories about children who had got burnt,

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and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant
things, all because they would not remember the
simple rules their friends had taught them; such as,
that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too
long; and that if you cut your finger very deeply
with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never
forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle
marked “ poison,” it is almost certain to disagree
with you, sooner or later.

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

* % * *
* * *
* * * &

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

And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches
high, and her face brightened up at the thought
that she was now the right size for going through
the little door into that lovely garden. First, how-
ever, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was
going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous
about this; “for it might end, you know,” said Alice
to herself, “in my going out altogether, like a

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candle. I wonder what I should be like then?”
And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle
looks like after the candle is blown out, for she
could not remember ever having seen such a
thing.

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

“Come, there’s no use in crying like that!” said
Alice to herself, rather sharply ; ‘I advise you to
leave off this minute!” She generally gave herself
very good advice, (though she very seldom followed
it,) and sometimes she scolded herself so severely
as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she re-
membered trying to box her own ears for having
cheated herself in a game of croquet she was play-
ing against herself, for this curious child was very
fond of pretending to be two people. “But it’s no
use now,” thought poor Alice, “to pretend to be

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two people! Why, there’s hardly enough of me
left to make one respectable person !”

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

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

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

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The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water.



CHAPTER IL—THE POOL OF
TEARS

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

would manage it. ‘‘ They must go by the carrier,”
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she thought; ‘‘and how funny it'll seem, sending
presents to one’s own feet! And how odd the
directions will look !
Alice's Right Foot, Esq.
Hearthrug,
near the Fender,
(with Alice's love).

Oh dear, what nonsense I’m talking !”

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

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

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

After a time she heard a little pattering of feet

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

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

“T’m sure I’m not Ada,” she said, “ for her hair

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



‘© How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining taal,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale !

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws /”
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“T’m sure those are not the right words,” said
poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as
she went on, “I must be Mabel after all, and I
shall have to go and live in that poky little house,
and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever
so many lessons to learn! No, I’ve. made up my
mind about it; if I’m Mabel, I'll stay down here!



*« And welcomes little fishes in, ,
With gently smiling jaws!”

Ivll be no use their putting their heads down and
saying ‘Come up again, dear!’ I shall only look
up and say, ‘WhoamI then? Tell me that first,
and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up:
if not I'll stay down here till ’'m somebody else’
—but, oh dear!” cried Alice, with a sudden burst

of tears, “I do wish they would put their heads
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down! I am so very tired of being all alone
here!”

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

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

As she said these words her foot slipped, and in
another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in

galt water. Her first idea was that she had some-
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how fallen into the sea, “and in that case I can go
back by railway,” she said to -herself. (Alice had
been to the seaside once in her life, and had come
to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to
on the English coast you find a number of bathing
machines in the sea, some children digging in the
sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging
houses, and behind them a railway station.) How-
ever she soon made out that she was in the pool
of tears which she had wept when she was nine
feet high.

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

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

“Would it be of any use now,” thought Alice,
“to speak to this mouse? Hverything is so out-of-
the-way down here, that I should think very likely

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it can talk: at any rate there’s no harm in trying.”
So she began: “O Mouse, do you know the way
out of this pool ? I am very tired of swimming about
here, O Mouse!” (Alice thought this must be the
right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never
done such a thing before, but she remembered
having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, “A
mouse—of a mouse—to a mouse—a mouse—O
mouse!”) The Mouse looked at her rather inquisi-
tively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its
little eyes, but it said nothing.

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

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

‘Well, perhaps not,” said Alice in a soothing

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

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

‘“‘T won’t indeed!” said Alice, in a great hurry
to change the subject of conversation. ‘Are you
—are you fond—of—of dogs?” The Mouse did not
answer, so Alice went on eagerly : “There is such
a nice little dog near our house I should like to
show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know,
with oh! such long curly brown hair! And it'll
fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up
and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things—I

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can’t remember half of them—and it belongs to a
farmer, you know, and he says it’s so useful, it’s
worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the
rats and—oh dear!” cried Alice in a sorrowful tone.
“Pm afraid DPve offended it again!” For the
Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it
could go, and making quite a commotion in the
pool as it went.



Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the shore.

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

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you my history, and you'll understand why it is I
hate cats and dogs.”

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





CHAPTER IIl—A CAUCUS-RACEH
AND A LONG TALE

HEY were indeed a queer-looking party
that assembled on the bank—the birds
with draggled feathers, the animals with
their fur clinging close to them, and all

dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable.

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

At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person
of authority among them, called out “ Sit down,
all of you, and listen to me! LJ soon make you
‘dry enough!” They all sat down at once, in a
large ring, with the Mouse in the middle. Alice

kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt
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sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get
dry very soon.

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

“Ugh!” said the Lory, with a shiver.

“T beg your pardon!” said the Mouse, frowning,
but very politely : “Did you speak?”

“ Not I!” said the Lory, hastily.

“T thought you did,” said the Mouse.—‘I
proceed. ‘Hdwin and Morcar, the earls of Mercia
and Northumbria, declared for him; and even
Stigand, the patriotic archbishop of. Canterbury,
found it advisable—— ”

“Found what?” said the Duck.

“Found zt,” the Mouse replied rather crossly:
“of course you know what ‘it’ means.”

“T know what ‘it’ means well enough, when I
find a thing,” said the Duck; ‘it’s generally a frog
or a worm. ‘The question is, what did the arch-
bishop find ?”

The Mouse did not notice this question, but

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hurriedly went on, ‘‘‘——-found it advisable to go
with Edgar Atheling to meet William and offer
him the crown. William’s conduct at first was
moderate. But the insolence of his Normans
How are you getting on now, my dear?” it con-
tinued, turning to Alice as it spoke.

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

“Tn that case,” said the Dodo solemnly, rising to
its feet, ‘I move that the meeting adjourn, for the
immediate adoption of more energetic remedies—”

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

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

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

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



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

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

‘“‘But who is to give the prizes?” quite a chorus
of voices asked.

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

Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she
put her hand in her pocket, and pulled out a box

of comfits, (luckily the salt water had not got
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“You are not attending!” said the Mouse to
Alice, severely. ‘What are you thinking of?”

‘“T beg your pardon,” said Alice very humbly :
‘you had got to the fifth bend, I think?”

“‘T had not!” cried the Mouse, sharply and very
angrily.

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

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

“T didn’t mean it!” pleaded poor Alice. ‘‘ But
you're so easily offended, you know!”

The Mouse only growled in reply.

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

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

oyster !””
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“T wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!”
said Alice aloud, addressing nobody in particular.
‘She'd soon fetch it back!”

‘And whois Dinah, if I might venture to ask
the question ?” said the Lory.



One old magpie began wrapping itself up very carefully.

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

This speech caused a remarkable sensation

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among the party. Some of the birds hurried off
at once: one old magpie began wrapping itself up
very carefully, remarking, “I really must be getting
home ; the night-air doesn’t suit my throat!” and



Alice began to cry again.

a canary called out in a trembling voice to its
children, ‘‘Come away, my dears! It’s high time
you were all in bed!” On various pretexts they
all moved off, and Alice was soon left alone.
“T wish I hadn’t mentioned Dinah!” she said to
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herself in a melancholy tone. ‘‘ Nobody seems to
like her, down here, and I’m sure she’s the best cat
in the world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if
I shall ever see you any more!” And here poor
Alice began to cry again, for she felt very lonely
and low-spirited. In a little while, however, she
again heard a little pattering of footsteps in the
distance, and she looked up eagerly, half hoping
that the Mouse had changed his mind, and was
coming back to finish his story.











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**Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan.”



CHAPTER IV.—THH RABBIT
SHNDS IN A LITTLE BILL





T was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back
again, and looking anxiously about as it
went, as if it had lost something; and she
heard it muttering to itself, ‘The Duchess!

The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and
whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets
are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I

wonder !

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Alice guessed in a moment that it was

looking for the fan and the pair of white kid
gloves, and she very goodnaturedly began hunting
about for them, but they were nowhere to be seen

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—everything seemed to have changed since her
swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the
glass table and the little door, had vanished
completely.

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

“He took me for his housemaid,” she said to her-
self as she ran. ‘‘ How surprised he'll be when he
finds out whol am! But Td better take him his
fan and gloves—that is, if 1 can find them.” As
she said this, she came. upon a neat little house, on
the door of which was a bright brass-plate with the
name “W. RABBIT,” engraved upon it. She went
in without knocking, and hurried up stairs, in great
fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and
be turned out of the house before she had found
the fan and gloves.

‘‘How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself, “to
be going messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah’li
be sending me on messages next!” And she began
fancying the sort of thing that would happen:

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“Miss Alice! Come here directly, and get ready
for your walk!’ ‘Coming in a minute, nurse! But
Ive got to watch this mousehole till Dinah comes
back, and see that the mouse doesn’t get out.’ Only
I don’t think,” Alice went on, “that they’d let
Dinah stop in the house if it began ordering people
about like that!”

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

It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had
expected: before she had drunk half the bottle,
she found her head pressing against the ceiling,
and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken.
She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself,
“That's quite enough—I hope I sha’n’t grow any

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more—aAs it is, I can’t get out at the door—I do
wish I hadn’t drunk quite so much!”

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

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

“‘Tt was much pleasanter at home,” thought poor
Alice, ‘when one wasn't always growing larger
and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and
rabbits. I almost wish I hadn’t gone down that
rabbit-hole—and yet—and yet—it’s rather curious,
you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what
can have happened to me! When I used to read
fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never hap-

pened, and now here I am in the middle of one!
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There ought to be a book written about me, that
there ought! And when I grow up, I'll write one—
but I’m grown up now,” she added in a sorrowful
tone, ‘‘at least there’s no room to grow up any
more here.”

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

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

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

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

Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and
tried to open it, but, as the door opened inwards,

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and Alice’s elbow was pressed hard against it, that
attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it say. to
itself, ‘Then I'll go round and get in at the
window.”

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

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

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

“ Now tell me, Pat, what’s that in the window?”

“Sure, it’s an arm, yer honour!” (He pro-
nounced it “arrum.”)

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

‘Sure, it does, yer honour: but it’s an arm for
all that.”

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

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

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

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—Who's to go down the chimney ?—Nay, J
sha’n’t! You do it?—That I won't, then!—Bill’s
to go down—Here, Bill! the master says you've
got to go down the chimney !”

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

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

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

Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice,
(‘That’s Bill,” thought Alice,) “Well, I hardly
know—No more, thank’ye; I’m better now—but
I’m a deal too flustered to tell you—all I know is,

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something comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and
up I goes like a sky-rocket !”

“So you did, old fellow!” said the others.

“We must burn the house down!” said the



A shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window.

Rabbit’s voice, and Alice called out as loud as
she could, “If you do, I'll set Dinah at you!”
There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice
thought to herself, “I wonder what they will do
next! If they had any sense, they'd take the roof

off. After a minute or two, they began moving
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about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, “A
barrowful will do, to begin with.”

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for

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making her escape, so she set off at once, and ran
till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till
the puppy’s bark sounded quite faint in the distance.

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

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

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

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

“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a con-
versation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “ 1—I
hardly know, siz, just at present—at least I know
who I was when I got up this morning, but I think
I must have been changed several times since then.”

“What do you mean by that?” said the Cater-
pillar sternly. ‘“ Explain yourself!”

“Tcan't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,” said
Alice, “because ’'m not myself, you see.”

“T don’t see,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“Tt isn’t,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“ Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously.
“Who are you?”

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

“Why ?” said the Caterpillar.

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

“Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her.

“T’ve something important to say !”
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This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned
and came back again.

‘Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar.

“Ts that all?” said Alice, swallowing down her
anger as well as she could.

“No,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“Tm afraid I am, sir,” said Alice; “I can’t re-
member things as I used—and I don’t keep the
same size for ten minutes together !”

“Can’t remember what things?” said the
Caterpillar.

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

‘Repeat ‘ You are old, Father William,’” said
the Caterpillar.

Alice folded her hands, and began :—

“You are old, father William,” the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white ;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head—
Do you think, at your age, it is right ?”
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“In my youth,” father William replied to his son,
“T feared tt might injure the brain ;

But now that ’'m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do tt again and again.”





‘*T feared it might injure the brain,”

“ You are old,” said the youth, ‘as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat ;

Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—
Pray, what ts the reason of that ?”

“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks
“T kept all my limbs very supple ;
By tie use of this otntment—one shilling the box—~
Alou me to sell you a couple.”
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“ You are old,” said the youth, “and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet ;

Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak—
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”



* Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs !”

“In my youth,” said his father, “‘ I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife s

And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.”

“You are old,” said the youth ; “ one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever ;

Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose—
What made you so awfully clever?”
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“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”
Said his father ; “don’t give yourself airs /

Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff ?
Be off, or Pil kick you down statis !”

“That is not said right,” said the Caterpillar.

“Not quite right, Pm afraid,” said Alice, timidly;
“some of the words have got altered.”

“Tt is wrong from beginning to end,” said the
Caterpillar decidedly, and there was silence for some
minutes.

The Caterpillar was the first to speak.

“What size do you want to be?” it asked.

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

“T don’t know,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“ Are you content now?” said the Caterpillar.

“ Well, I should like to be a duttle larger, sir, i
you wouldn’t mind,” said Alice: “three inches is
such a wretched height to be.”

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

“But I’m not used to it!” pleaded poor Alice in

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a piteous tone. And she thought to herself, “I
wish the creatures wouldn’t be so easily offended.”

“You'll get used to it in time,” said the Cater-
pillar; and it put the hookah into its mouth and
began smoking again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
% *% *
% * * *

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

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

As there seemed to be no chance of getting her
hands up to her head, she tried to get her head
down to them, and was delighted to find that her

neck would bend about easily in any direction, like
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a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it
down into a graceful zigzag, and was going to dive
in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing
but the tops of the trees under which she had been
wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back
in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face,
and was beating her violently with its wings.
“Serpent!” screamed the Pigeon.



*
“Tm not a serpent!” said Alice indignantly.
“Let me alone!”
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“Serpent, I say again!” repeated the Pigeon,
but in a more subdued tone, and added with a kind
of sob, “I’ve tried every way, and nothing seems
to suit them!”

“T haven't the least idea what you're talking
about,” said Alice.

“T’ve tried the roots of trees, and I’ve tried
banks, and I’ve tried hedges,” the Pigeon went on,
without attending to her; “but those serpents!
There’s no pleasing them!”

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

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

“Tm very sorry you've been annoyed,” said
Alice, who was beginning to see its meaning.

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

“But I'm not a serpent, I tell you!” said Alice,
“Tm a I’m a——”

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

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“T—[m a little girl,” said Alice, rather doubt-
fully, as she remembered the number of changes
she had gone through that day.

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, be off, then!” said the Pigeon in a sulky
tone, as it settled down again into its nest. Alice

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crouched down among the trees as well as she
could, for her neck kept getting entangled among
the branches, and every now and then she had to
stop and untwistit. After a while she remembered
that she still held the pieces of mushroom in her
hands, and she set to work very carefully, nibbling
first at one and then at the other, and growing
sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she
had succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual
height. .

It was so long since she had been anything near
the right size, that it felt quite strange at first,
but she got used to it in a few minutes, and
began talking to herself as usual. ‘‘ Come, there’s
half my plan done now! How puzzling all these
changes are! I’m never sure what I’m going to
be from one minute to another! However, I’ve
got back to my right size: the next thing is, to get
into that beautiful garden—how 2s that to be done,
I wonder?” As she said this, she came suddenly
upon an open place, with a little house in it about
four feet high. ‘‘ Whoever lives there,” thought
Alice, “it'll never do to come upon them this size:
why, I should frighten them out of their wits!” .
So she began nibbling at the right-hand bit again,
and did not venture to go near the house till she
had brought herself down to nine inches high.

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OR a minute or two she stood looking at
the house, and wondering what to do
next, when suddenly a footman in livery
came running out of the wood — (she

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

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

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

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

Alice went timidly up to the door, and knocked.

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

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

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

“T shall sit here,” the Footman remarked, “ till
to-morrow——”

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

. or next day, maybe,” the Footman con-
tinued in the same tone, exactly as if nothing had
happened.

“How am I to get in?” asked Alice again in a
louder tone.

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

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

The Footman seemed to think this a good op-
portunity of repeating his remark, with variations,
“‘T shall sit here,” he said, “on and off, for days
and days.”

“But what am J to do?” said Alice.

“Anything you like,” said the Footman, and
began whistling.

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

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

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

There was certainly too much of it in the air.
Even the Duchess sneezed occasionally ; and as for
the baby, it was sneezing and howling alternately

without a moment’s pause. The only two creatures
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in the kitchen that did not sneeze, were the cook,
and a large cat which was sitting on the hearth and
grinning from ear to ear.

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

“Tt’s a Cheshire cat,” said the Duchess, “and
that’s why. Pig!”

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

“T didn’t know that Cheshire cats always
grinned; in fact, I didn’t know that cats could
grin.”

“They all can,” said the Duchess; ‘and most
of ’em do.”

“T don’t know of any that do,” Alice said very
politely, feeling quite pleased to have got into
a conversation.

“You don’t know much,” said the Duchess; ‘“‘and
that’s a fact.”

Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark,
and thought it would be as well to introduce some
other subject of conversation. While she was

trying to fix on one, the cook took the cauldron of
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soup off the fire, and at once set to work throwing
everything within her reach at the Duchess and
the baby—the fire-irons came first; then followed
a shower of saucepans, plates, and dishes. The
Duchess took no notice of them even when they
hit her; and the baby was howling so much already,
that it was quite impossible to say whether the
blows hurt it or not.

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

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

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

‘Talking of axes,” said the Duchess, “chop off
her head !”

Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to
see if she meant to take the hint; but the cook
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to be listening, so she went on again: “Twenty-
four hours, I think; or is it twelve? I 2

“Oh, don’t bother me,” said the Duchess; “1
never could abide figures!” And with that she
began nursing her child again, singing a sort of
lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent
shake at the end of every line :—



“ Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes ;
He only does tt to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.”

Corvus.
(In which the cook and the baby joined) :—

“ Wow / wow! wow/”

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

“T speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes ;

for he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases /”

CHORUS.

“Wow! wow! wow!”

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

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

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

The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very
anxiously into its face to see what was the matter
with it. There could be no doubt that. it hada

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very turn-up nose, much more like a snout than
a real nose; also its eyes were getting extremely
small for a baby: altogether Alice did not like the
look of the thing at all. ‘But perhaps it was



So she set the little creature down.

only sobbing,” she thought, and looked into its
eyes again, to see if there were any tears.

No, there were no tears. “If you're going to
turn into a pig, my dear,” said Alice, seriously,
“T'll have nothing more to do with you. Mind
now!” The poor little thing sobbed again (or

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erunted, it was impossible to say which), and they
went on for some while in silence.

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

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

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

“Cheshire Puss,” she began, rather timidly, as
she did not at all know whether it would like the

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name: however, it only grinned a little wider.
‘Come, it’s pleased so far,” thought Alice, and she
went on, “ Would you tell me, please, which way
I ought to walk from here?”

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

‘“‘T don’t much care where ” said Alice.

“Then it doesn’t matter which way you walk,”
said the Cat.

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

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

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

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

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,”
Alice remarked. °

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

“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.

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

Alice didn’t think that proved it at all; however,

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she went on: “And how do you know that you're
mad?”

“To begin with,” said the Cat, “‘a dog’s not mad.
You grant that?”

“T suppose so,” said Alice.

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

“T call it purring, not growling,” said Alice.

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

“I should like it very much,” said Alice, ‘‘ but I
haven’t been invited yet.”

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

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

“‘ By-the-bye, what became of the baby ?” said
the Cat. “Td nearly forgotten to ask.”

“Tt turned into a pig,” Alice answered very quietly,
just as if the cat had come back in a natural way.

“T thought it would,” said the Cat, and vanished
again.

Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again,
but it did not appear, and after a minute or two she
walked on in the direction in which the March

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Hare was said to live. ‘‘I’ve seen hatters before,” she
said to herself: “‘the March Hare will be much the
most interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won’t
be raving mad—at least not so mad as it was in
March.” As she said this, she looked up, and there
was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.

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

“JT said pig,” replied Alice; ‘‘and I wish you
wouldn’t keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly:
you make one quite giddy.”

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

“ Well! ‘ve often seen a cat without a grin,”
thought Alice; ‘“ but a grin without a cat! It’s
the most curious thing I ever saw in all my life.”

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

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HERE was a table set out under a tree in

front of the house, and the March Hare

and the Hatter were having tea at it: a

Dormouse was sitting between them,

fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a

cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over

its head. ‘‘ Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,”

thought Alice; “only, as it’s asleep, I suppose it
doesn’t mind.”

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

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‘“‘ Have some wine,’ the March Hare said in an
encouraging tone.

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

‘There isn’t any,” said the March Hare.

“Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,”
said Alice angrily.

“Tt wasn’t very civil of you to sit down with-
out being invited,” said the March Hare.

“T didn’t know it was your table,” said Alice ;
“it’s laid for a great many more than three.”

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

“You should learn not to make personal re-
marks,” Alice said with some severity: “it’s very
rude.”

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

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

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

“Hixactly so,” said Alice.

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

“I do,” Alice hastily replied ; “at least—at least
I mean what I say—that’s the same thing, you
know.”

“Not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter.
“Why, you might just as well say that ‘I see what
I eat’ is the same thing as ‘I eat what I see’!”

“You might just as well say,” added the March
Hare, ‘that ‘I like what I get’ is the same thing
as ‘I get what I like’!”

“You might just as well say,” added the Dor-
mouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep,
“that ‘I breathe when I sleep’ is the same thing
as ‘I sleep when I breathe’!”

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

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

Alice considered a little, and said, “The fourth.”

““Two days wrong!” sighed the Hatter. “I told

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you butter wouldn’t suit the works!” he added,
looking angrily at the March Hare.

‘Tt was the best butter,” the March Hare meekly
replied.

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

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

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

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

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

“Which isjust the case with mine,” said the Hatter.

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter’s re-
mark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and
yet it was certainly English. “I don’t quite under-
stand you,” she said, as politely as she could.

“The Dormouse is asleep again,” said the Hatter,
and he poured a little hot tea on to its nose.

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

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

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

“T haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter.

“Nor I,” said the March Hare.

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

“Tf you knew Time as well as I do,” said the Hat-
ter, ‘‘ you wouldn't talk about wasting zt. It’s hem.”

“T don’t know what you mean,” said Alice.

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

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

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

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

“That would be grand, certainly,” said Alice
thoughtfully : “ but then—I shouldn’t be hungry
for it, you know.”

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

“Ts that the way you manage?” Alice asked.





a
6‘ Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!”

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

‘ Twinkle, twinkle, little bat /
How I wonder what youre at /?





You know the song, perhaps?”
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“T’ve heard something like it,” said Alice.
“Tt goes on, you know,” the Hatter continued,
“in this way :—
‘Up above the world you fly,

Like a teatray in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle ed



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

“Well, I’d hardly finished the first verse,” said the
Hatter, “when the Queen bawled out ‘He's
murdering the time! Off with his head!’”

“How dreadfully savage!” exclaimed Alice.

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

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

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

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

“Hxactly so,” said the Hatter: “as the things
get used up.”

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‘But when you come to the beginning again ?”
Alice ventured to ask.

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

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

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

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

“Tell us a story!” said the March Hare.

“Yes, please do!” pleaded Alice.

“ And be quick about it,” added the Hatter, “ or
youll be asleep again before it’s done.”

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

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

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

“They couldn’t have done that, you know,”

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Alice gently remarked: “they’d have been
ill.”

“So they were,” said the Dormouse ; “very ill.”

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

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

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

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

“Nobody asked your opinion,” said Alice.

‘““Who’s making personal remarks now?” the
Hatter asked triumphantly.

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

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

“There's no such thing!” Alice was beginning
very angrily, but the Hatter and the March Hare
went “Sh! sh!” and the Dormouse sulkily re-

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marked, “If you can’t be civil, you’d better finish

the story for yourself.”
“No, please go on!” Alice said very humbly:



“Once upon a time there were three little sisters.”

“T won't interrupt you again. I dare say there |

may be one.”
‘One, indeed!” said the Dormouse indignantly. |
However, he consented to go on. ‘‘And so these.

three little sisters—they were learning to draw,
you know——”



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“What did they draw?” said Alice, quite for-
getting her promise.

“ Treacle,” said the Dormouse, without consider-
ing at all this time.

“T want a clean cup,” interrupted the Hatter:
“let's all move one place on.”

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

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

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

“But they were im the well,” Alice said to
the Dormouse, not choosing to notice this last
remark,

“Of course they were,” said the Dormouse,
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ALL in the golden afternoon

Full leisurely we glide;
For both our oars, with little skill,
By little arms are plied,
While little hands make vain pretence

Our wanderings to guide.

Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour,
Beneath such dreamy weather,

To beg a tale of breath too weak
To stir the tiniest feather !

Yet what can one poor voice avail

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Imperious Prima flashes forth
Her edict “to begin it ”—
In gentler tone Secunda hopes
“There will be nonsense in it !”—
_ While Tertia interrupts the tale

Not more than once a minute.

Anon, to sudden silence won,
In fancy they pursue

The dream-child moving through a land
Of wonders wild and new,

In friendly chat with bird or beast—
And half believe it true.

And ever, as the story drained
The wells of fancy dry,
And faintly strove that weary one
To put the subject by,
“The rest next time”—“It 7s next time!”

The happy voices cry.

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Thus grew the tale of Wonderland:
Thus slowly, one by one,

Its quaint events were hammered out,
And now the tale is done,

And home we steer, a merry crew,

Beneath the setting sun.

Alice! a childish story take,
And with the gentle hand

Lay it where Childhood’s dreams are twined
In Memory’s mystic band,

Like pilgrim’s withered wreath of flowers
Plucked in a far-off land.


CHAPTER

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VI.
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XI.
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DowN THE RABBIT-HOLE

THE Poot or TEARS .

A CAUCUS-RACE AND A Lona TALE

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THE RABBIT SENDS IN A LITTLE BILL

ADVICE FROM A CATERPILLAR

Pic AND PEPPER : ; .
A Map TEa-Party . : .
THE QUEEN’S CROQUET-GROUND .

TsHE Mock TurTLEe’s STORY Z

THe LOBSTER QUADRILLE , .
Wuo SToLe THE TARTS? . °
ALICE’S EVIDENCE ‘ . 2

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The players all played at once, without waiting for turns,
quarrelling all the while : . ‘ Frontispiece

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Alice ran across the field after it . . . . . 1
Alice found herself falling down what seemed to be a

very deep well . . ; . To face page 2
Alice opened the door, and found it led into a small

passage . . . . . . . . 6

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‘And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smilingjaws” 15
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The Dodo suddenly called out, “The race is over!”
To face page

The Mouse’s tail . .
One old magpie began wrapping itself up very ae
Alice began to cry again
“Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of ie

and a fan” . .
A shower of little pebbles came rattling i in at the window
The poor little Lizard, Bill, was ae held up two

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something important to say” ‘ To face page

“T feared it might injure the brain”

“Be off, or ll kick you down stairs”

“Serpent!” screamed the Pigeon .

The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice ;

The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went out,
but it just missed her. . « To face page

So she set the little creature down

Alice was a little startled by seeing the Chésliire Cat
sitting on a bough of a tree . : :

The Mad Tea-Party : ;

“T want a clean cup,’ interrupted the Hauer’ 3 “let’s all
move one place on” : . To face page

Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! ; .

** Once upon a time there were three little sisters”

The last time she saw them they were ae to a the
Dormouse into the teapot :

The Cheshire Cat . ‘ ; 7 . .

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The Queen was in a furious Eee ne ‘“ Off with
his head!” .

The King and the executioner ran wildly up and down
looking for the Cat ; . .

The Jackdaw

She was exactly the right height to rest es ahi on
Alice’s shoulder . . ; .

A Gryphon lying fast asleep in the sun.

The Mock Turtle sitting sad and oe on a little ede
of rock ‘

“Throw the lobsters as far out to sea as you can”

“They are waiting on the Soe you come and
join the dance?” .. : : ; ; :

Alice began telling her saves: : To face page

The Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie

“Come on,” cried the Gryphon, taking Alice by the tani

The White Rabbit read out at the top of his shrill little
voice . ; ‘ : ; .

The March Hare arm-in-arm with the Darnuse

“Give your evidence,” said the King, “or I’ll have you
executed on the spot” ; . To face page

The Hatter hurriedly left the court, without even oa
to put his shoes on

Alice began picking them up again as Pee as aie sl

“Why, there they are,” said the King sires:

pointing to the tarts . : ° ' .
The whole pack rose up into the air. . .
Strange creatures of her dream . ,

Tailpiece—The Dodo . . . ° .

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Alice ran across the field after it.



CHAPTER I—DOWN THE
RABBIT-HOLE

LICE was beginning to get, very tired of
sitting by her sister on the bank, and
of having nothing to do: once or twice
she had peeped into the book her sister

was reading, but it had no pictures or conversa-
tions in it, ‘‘and what is the use of a book,”
thought Alice, “without pictures or conversations?”

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

There was nothing so very remarkable in that;
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way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, ““Oh dear!
Oh dear! I shall be too late!” (when she thought
it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she
ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it
all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit
actually took a watch out of tts waistcoat-pocket,
and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started
to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she
had never before seen a rabbit with either a waist-
coat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and
burning with curiosity, she ran across the field
after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a
large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

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

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

Hither the well was very deep, or she fell very
slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went
down to look about her, and to wonder what was
going to happen next. First, she tried to look
down and make out what she was coming to, but

it was too dark to see anything: then she looked
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at the sides of the well, and noticed that they
were filled with cupboards and bookshelves: here
and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon
pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves
as she passed; it was labelled “ORANGE MAR-
MALADE,” but to her great disappointment it
was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for
fear of killing somebody underneath, so managed to
put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.

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

Down, down, down. Would the fall never come
to an end? “I wonder how many miles I’ve
_ fallen by this time?” she said aloud.. “I must be
' getting somewhere near the centre of the earth.
- Let me see: that would be four thousand miles
down, I think—” (for, you see, Alice had learnt
_ several things of this sort in her lessons in the
schoolroom, and though this was not a very good
_ opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there
' was no one to listen to her, still it was good prac-
_ tice to say it over) ‘“—~yes, that’s about the right
_ distance—but then I wonder what Latitude or
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Longitude I’ve got to?” (Alice had not the slightest
idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but
she thought they were nice grand words to say.)
Presently she began again. ‘I wonder if I shall
fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to
come out among the people that walk with their
heads downwards! The Antipathies, I think—”
(she was rather glad there was no one listening,
this time, as it didn’t sound at all the right word)
‘but I shall have to ask them what the name of
the country is, you know. Please, Ma’am, is this
New Zealand or Australia?” (and she tried to
curtsey as she spoke—fancy curtseying as you're
falling through the air! Do you think you could
manage it?) ‘And what an ignorant little girl
she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask:
perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.”
Down, down, down. There was nothing else to
do, so Alice soon began talking again. ‘ Dinah’ll
miss me very much to-night, I should think!”
(Dinah was the cat.) ‘I hope they’ll remember her
saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah, my dear! I
wish you were down here with me! There are no
mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch a
bat, and that’s very like a mouse, you know. But
do cats eat bats, I wonder?” And here Alice
began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to
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herself, in a dreamy sort of way, “Do cats eat
bats? Do cats eat bats?” and sometimes, ‘“ Do
bats eat cats?” for, you see, as she couldn’t answer
either question, it didn’t much matter which way
she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and
had just begun to dream that she was walking hand
in hand with Dinah, and was saying to her very ear-
nestly, ‘‘Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever
eat a bat?” when suddenly, thump! thump! down
she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and
the fall was over.

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

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

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Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged
table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing
on it but a tiny golden key, and Alice’s first idea
was that this might belong to one of the doors of
the hall; but alas! either the locks were too large,
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round, she came upon a low curtain she had not

noticed before, and behind it was a little door about

fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key

in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted !
Alice opened the door and found that it led into

a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole:

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she knelt down and looked along the passage into
the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed
to get out of that dark hall, and wander about
among those beds of bright flowers and those cool
fountains, but she could not even get her head
through the doorway; ‘and even if my head
would go through,” thought poor Alice, “it would
be of very little use without my shoulders. Qh,
how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I
think I could, if I only knew how to begin.” For,
you see, so many out-of-the-way things had hap-
pened lately, that Alice had begun to think that
very few things indeed were really impossible.

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

It was all very well to say “ Drink me,” but the
wise little Alice was not going to do that ina hurry.
“No, I'll look first,” she said, ‘‘ and see whether it’s
marked ‘ poison’ or not”; for she had read several
nice little stories about children who had got burnt,

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and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant
things, all because they would not remember the
simple rules their friends had taught them; such as,
that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too
long; and that if you cut your finger very deeply
with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never
forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle
marked “ poison,” it is almost certain to disagree
with you, sooner or later.

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

* % * *
* * *
* * * &

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

And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches
high, and her face brightened up at the thought
that she was now the right size for going through
the little door into that lovely garden. First, how-
ever, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was
going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous
about this; “for it might end, you know,” said Alice
to herself, “in my going out altogether, like a

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candle. I wonder what I should be like then?”
And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle
looks like after the candle is blown out, for she
could not remember ever having seen such a
thing.

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

“Come, there’s no use in crying like that!” said
Alice to herself, rather sharply ; ‘I advise you to
leave off this minute!” She generally gave herself
very good advice, (though she very seldom followed
it,) and sometimes she scolded herself so severely
as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she re-
membered trying to box her own ears for having
cheated herself in a game of croquet she was play-
ing against herself, for this curious child was very
fond of pretending to be two people. “But it’s no
use now,” thought poor Alice, “to pretend to be

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two people! Why, there’s hardly enough of me
left to make one respectable person !”

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

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

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

* * *

% * % %*%

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CHAPTER IL—THE POOL OF
TEARS

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

would manage it. ‘‘ They must go by the carrier,”
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she thought; ‘‘and how funny it'll seem, sending
presents to one’s own feet! And how odd the
directions will look !
Alice's Right Foot, Esq.
Hearthrug,
near the Fender,
(with Alice's love).

Oh dear, what nonsense I’m talking !”

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

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

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

After a time she heard a little pattering of feet

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

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

“T’m sure I’m not Ada,” she said, “ for her hair

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



‘© How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining taal,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale !

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcomes little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws /”
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“T’m sure those are not the right words,” said
poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as
she went on, “I must be Mabel after all, and I
shall have to go and live in that poky little house,
and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever
so many lessons to learn! No, I’ve. made up my
mind about it; if I’m Mabel, I'll stay down here!



*« And welcomes little fishes in, ,
With gently smiling jaws!”

Ivll be no use their putting their heads down and
saying ‘Come up again, dear!’ I shall only look
up and say, ‘WhoamI then? Tell me that first,
and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up:
if not I'll stay down here till ’'m somebody else’
—but, oh dear!” cried Alice, with a sudden burst

of tears, “I do wish they would put their heads
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down! I am so very tired of being all alone
here!”

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

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

As she said these words her foot slipped, and in
another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in

galt water. Her first idea was that she had some-
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THE POOL OF TEARS



how fallen into the sea, “and in that case I can go
back by railway,” she said to -herself. (Alice had
been to the seaside once in her life, and had come
to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to
on the English coast you find a number of bathing
machines in the sea, some children digging in the
sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging
houses, and behind them a railway station.) How-
ever she soon made out that she was in the pool
of tears which she had wept when she was nine
feet high.

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

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

“Would it be of any use now,” thought Alice,
“to speak to this mouse? Hverything is so out-of-
the-way down here, that I should think very likely

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it can talk: at any rate there’s no harm in trying.”
So she began: “O Mouse, do you know the way
out of this pool ? I am very tired of swimming about
here, O Mouse!” (Alice thought this must be the
right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never
done such a thing before, but she remembered
having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, “A
mouse—of a mouse—to a mouse—a mouse—O
mouse!”) The Mouse looked at her rather inquisi-
tively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its
little eyes, but it said nothing.

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

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

‘Well, perhaps not,” said Alice in a soothing

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

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

‘“‘T won’t indeed!” said Alice, in a great hurry
to change the subject of conversation. ‘Are you
—are you fond—of—of dogs?” The Mouse did not
answer, so Alice went on eagerly : “There is such
a nice little dog near our house I should like to
show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know,
with oh! such long curly brown hair! And it'll
fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up
and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things—I

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can’t remember half of them—and it belongs to a
farmer, you know, and he says it’s so useful, it’s
worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the
rats and—oh dear!” cried Alice in a sorrowful tone.
“Pm afraid DPve offended it again!” For the
Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it
could go, and making quite a commotion in the
pool as it went.



Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the shore.

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

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you my history, and you'll understand why it is I
hate cats and dogs.”

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


CHAPTER IIl—A CAUCUS-RACEH
AND A LONG TALE

HEY were indeed a queer-looking party
that assembled on the bank—the birds
with draggled feathers, the animals with
their fur clinging close to them, and all

dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable.

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

At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person
of authority among them, called out “ Sit down,
all of you, and listen to me! LJ soon make you
‘dry enough!” They all sat down at once, in a
large ring, with the Mouse in the middle. Alice

kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt
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sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get
dry very soon.

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

“Ugh!” said the Lory, with a shiver.

“T beg your pardon!” said the Mouse, frowning,
but very politely : “Did you speak?”

“ Not I!” said the Lory, hastily.

“T thought you did,” said the Mouse.—‘I
proceed. ‘Hdwin and Morcar, the earls of Mercia
and Northumbria, declared for him; and even
Stigand, the patriotic archbishop of. Canterbury,
found it advisable—— ”

“Found what?” said the Duck.

“Found zt,” the Mouse replied rather crossly:
“of course you know what ‘it’ means.”

“T know what ‘it’ means well enough, when I
find a thing,” said the Duck; ‘it’s generally a frog
or a worm. ‘The question is, what did the arch-
bishop find ?”

The Mouse did not notice this question, but

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hurriedly went on, ‘‘‘——-found it advisable to go
with Edgar Atheling to meet William and offer
him the crown. William’s conduct at first was
moderate. But the insolence of his Normans
How are you getting on now, my dear?” it con-
tinued, turning to Alice as it spoke.

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

“Tn that case,” said the Dodo solemnly, rising to
its feet, ‘I move that the meeting adjourn, for the
immediate adoption of more energetic remedies—”

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

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

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

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



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

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

‘“‘But who is to give the prizes?” quite a chorus
of voices asked.

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

Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she
put her hand in her pocket, and pulled out a box

of comfits, (luckily the salt water had not got
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“You are not attending!” said the Mouse to
Alice, severely. ‘What are you thinking of?”

‘“T beg your pardon,” said Alice very humbly :
‘you had got to the fifth bend, I think?”

“‘T had not!” cried the Mouse, sharply and very
angrily.

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

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

“T didn’t mean it!” pleaded poor Alice. ‘‘ But
you're so easily offended, you know!”

The Mouse only growled in reply.

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

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

oyster !””
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“T wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!”
said Alice aloud, addressing nobody in particular.
‘She'd soon fetch it back!”

‘And whois Dinah, if I might venture to ask
the question ?” said the Lory.



One old magpie began wrapping itself up very carefully.

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

This speech caused a remarkable sensation

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among the party. Some of the birds hurried off
at once: one old magpie began wrapping itself up
very carefully, remarking, “I really must be getting
home ; the night-air doesn’t suit my throat!” and



Alice began to cry again.

a canary called out in a trembling voice to its
children, ‘‘Come away, my dears! It’s high time
you were all in bed!” On various pretexts they
all moved off, and Alice was soon left alone.
“T wish I hadn’t mentioned Dinah!” she said to
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herself in a melancholy tone. ‘‘ Nobody seems to
like her, down here, and I’m sure she’s the best cat
in the world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if
I shall ever see you any more!” And here poor
Alice began to cry again, for she felt very lonely
and low-spirited. In a little while, however, she
again heard a little pattering of footsteps in the
distance, and she looked up eagerly, half hoping
that the Mouse had changed his mind, and was
coming back to finish his story.








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**Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan.”



CHAPTER IV.—THH RABBIT
SHNDS IN A LITTLE BILL





T was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back
again, and looking anxiously about as it
went, as if it had lost something; and she
heard it muttering to itself, ‘The Duchess!

The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and
whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as ferrets
are ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I

wonder !

{22

Alice guessed in a moment that it was

looking for the fan and the pair of white kid
gloves, and she very goodnaturedly began hunting
about for them, but they were nowhere to be seen

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—everything seemed to have changed since her
swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the
glass table and the little door, had vanished
completely.

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

“He took me for his housemaid,” she said to her-
self as she ran. ‘‘ How surprised he'll be when he
finds out whol am! But Td better take him his
fan and gloves—that is, if 1 can find them.” As
she said this, she came. upon a neat little house, on
the door of which was a bright brass-plate with the
name “W. RABBIT,” engraved upon it. She went
in without knocking, and hurried up stairs, in great
fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and
be turned out of the house before she had found
the fan and gloves.

‘‘How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself, “to
be going messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah’li
be sending me on messages next!” And she began
fancying the sort of thing that would happen:

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“Miss Alice! Come here directly, and get ready
for your walk!’ ‘Coming in a minute, nurse! But
Ive got to watch this mousehole till Dinah comes
back, and see that the mouse doesn’t get out.’ Only
I don’t think,” Alice went on, “that they’d let
Dinah stop in the house if it began ordering people
about like that!”

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

It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had
expected: before she had drunk half the bottle,
she found her head pressing against the ceiling,
and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken.
She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself,
“That's quite enough—I hope I sha’n’t grow any

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more—aAs it is, I can’t get out at the door—I do
wish I hadn’t drunk quite so much!”

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

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

“‘Tt was much pleasanter at home,” thought poor
Alice, ‘when one wasn't always growing larger
and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and
rabbits. I almost wish I hadn’t gone down that
rabbit-hole—and yet—and yet—it’s rather curious,
you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what
can have happened to me! When I used to read
fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never hap-

pened, and now here I am in the middle of one!
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There ought to be a book written about me, that
there ought! And when I grow up, I'll write one—
but I’m grown up now,” she added in a sorrowful
tone, ‘‘at least there’s no room to grow up any
more here.”

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

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

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

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

Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and
tried to open it, but, as the door opened inwards,

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and Alice’s elbow was pressed hard against it, that
attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it say. to
itself, ‘Then I'll go round and get in at the
window.”

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

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

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

“ Now tell me, Pat, what’s that in the window?”

“Sure, it’s an arm, yer honour!” (He pro-
nounced it “arrum.”)

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

‘Sure, it does, yer honour: but it’s an arm for
all that.”

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

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

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

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—Who's to go down the chimney ?—Nay, J
sha’n’t! You do it?—That I won't, then!—Bill’s
to go down—Here, Bill! the master says you've
got to go down the chimney !”

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

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

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

Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice,
(‘That’s Bill,” thought Alice,) “Well, I hardly
know—No more, thank’ye; I’m better now—but
I’m a deal too flustered to tell you—all I know is,

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something comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and
up I goes like a sky-rocket !”

“So you did, old fellow!” said the others.

“We must burn the house down!” said the



A shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the window.

Rabbit’s voice, and Alice called out as loud as
she could, “If you do, I'll set Dinah at you!”
There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice
thought to herself, “I wonder what they will do
next! If they had any sense, they'd take the roof

off. After a minute or two, they began moving
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about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, “A
barrowful will do, to begin with.”

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for

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making her escape, so she set off at once, and ran
till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till
the puppy’s bark sounded quite faint in the distance.

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

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

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

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CATERPILLAR

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

“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a con-
versation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “ 1—I
hardly know, siz, just at present—at least I know
who I was when I got up this morning, but I think
I must have been changed several times since then.”

“What do you mean by that?” said the Cater-
pillar sternly. ‘“ Explain yourself!”

“Tcan't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,” said
Alice, “because ’'m not myself, you see.”

“T don’t see,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“Tt isn’t,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“ Not a bit,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“You!” said the Caterpillar contemptuously.
“Who are you?”

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

“Why ?” said the Caterpillar.

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

“Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her.

“T’ve something important to say !”
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“1 HAVE,

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THE CATERPILLAR CALLED AFTER HER

”

MPORTANT TO SAY

SOMETHING I




ADVICE FROM A CATERPILLAR





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

‘Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar.

“Ts that all?” said Alice, swallowing down her
anger as well as she could.

“No,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“Tm afraid I am, sir,” said Alice; “I can’t re-
member things as I used—and I don’t keep the
same size for ten minutes together !”

“Can’t remember what things?” said the
Caterpillar.

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

‘Repeat ‘ You are old, Father William,’” said
the Caterpillar.

Alice folded her hands, and began :—

“You are old, father William,” the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white ;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head—
Do you think, at your age, it is right ?”
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“In my youth,” father William replied to his son,
“T feared tt might injure the brain ;

But now that ’'m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do tt again and again.”





‘*T feared it might injure the brain,”

“ You are old,” said the youth, ‘as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat ;

Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—
Pray, what ts the reason of that ?”

“In my youth,” said the sage, as he shook his grey locks
“T kept all my limbs very supple ;
By tie use of this otntment—one shilling the box—~
Alou me to sell you a couple.”
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“ You are old,” said the youth, “and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet ;

Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak—
Pray, how did you manage to do it?”



* Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs !”

“In my youth,” said his father, “‘ I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife s

And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,
Has lasted the rest of my life.”

“You are old,” said the youth ; “ one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever ;

Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose—
What made you so awfully clever?”
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“I have answered three questions, and that is enough,”
Said his father ; “don’t give yourself airs /

Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff ?
Be off, or Pil kick you down statis !”

“That is not said right,” said the Caterpillar.

“Not quite right, Pm afraid,” said Alice, timidly;
“some of the words have got altered.”

“Tt is wrong from beginning to end,” said the
Caterpillar decidedly, and there was silence for some
minutes.

The Caterpillar was the first to speak.

“What size do you want to be?” it asked.

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

“T don’t know,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“ Are you content now?” said the Caterpillar.

“ Well, I should like to be a duttle larger, sir, i
you wouldn’t mind,” said Alice: “three inches is
such a wretched height to be.”

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

“But I’m not used to it!” pleaded poor Alice in

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a piteous tone. And she thought to herself, “I
wish the creatures wouldn’t be so easily offended.”

“You'll get used to it in time,” said the Cater-
pillar; and it put the hookah into its mouth and
began smoking again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * * *
% *% *
% * * *

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

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

As there seemed to be no chance of getting her
hands up to her head, she tried to get her head
down to them, and was delighted to find that her

neck would bend about easily in any direction, like
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a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it
down into a graceful zigzag, and was going to dive
in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing
but the tops of the trees under which she had been
wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back
in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face,
and was beating her violently with its wings.
“Serpent!” screamed the Pigeon.



*
“Tm not a serpent!” said Alice indignantly.
“Let me alone!”
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“Serpent, I say again!” repeated the Pigeon,
but in a more subdued tone, and added with a kind
of sob, “I’ve tried every way, and nothing seems
to suit them!”

“T haven't the least idea what you're talking
about,” said Alice.

“T’ve tried the roots of trees, and I’ve tried
banks, and I’ve tried hedges,” the Pigeon went on,
without attending to her; “but those serpents!
There’s no pleasing them!”

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

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

“Tm very sorry you've been annoyed,” said
Alice, who was beginning to see its meaning.

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

“But I'm not a serpent, I tell you!” said Alice,
“Tm a I’m a——”

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

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“T—[m a little girl,” said Alice, rather doubt-
fully, as she remembered the number of changes
she had gone through that day.

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

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

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

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

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

“Well, be off, then!” said the Pigeon in a sulky
tone, as it settled down again into its nest. Alice

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crouched down among the trees as well as she
could, for her neck kept getting entangled among
the branches, and every now and then she had to
stop and untwistit. After a while she remembered
that she still held the pieces of mushroom in her
hands, and she set to work very carefully, nibbling
first at one and then at the other, and growing
sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she
had succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual
height. .

It was so long since she had been anything near
the right size, that it felt quite strange at first,
but she got used to it in a few minutes, and
began talking to herself as usual. ‘‘ Come, there’s
half my plan done now! How puzzling all these
changes are! I’m never sure what I’m going to
be from one minute to another! However, I’ve
got back to my right size: the next thing is, to get
into that beautiful garden—how 2s that to be done,
I wonder?” As she said this, she came suddenly
upon an open place, with a little house in it about
four feet high. ‘‘ Whoever lives there,” thought
Alice, “it'll never do to come upon them this size:
why, I should frighten them out of their wits!” .
So she began nibbling at the right-hand bit again,
and did not venture to go near the house till she
had brought herself down to nine inches high.

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CHAPTER VI—PIG AND PEPPER





OR a minute or two she stood looking at
the house, and wondering what to do
next, when suddenly a footman in livery
came running out of the wood — (she

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

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

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

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

Alice went timidly up to the door, and knocked.

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

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

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

“T shall sit here,” the Footman remarked, “ till
to-morrow——”

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

. or next day, maybe,” the Footman con-
tinued in the same tone, exactly as if nothing had
happened.

“How am I to get in?” asked Alice again in a
louder tone.

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

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

The Footman seemed to think this a good op-
portunity of repeating his remark, with variations,
“‘T shall sit here,” he said, “on and off, for days
and days.”

“But what am J to do?” said Alice.

“Anything you like,” said the Footman, and
began whistling.

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

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

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

There was certainly too much of it in the air.
Even the Duchess sneezed occasionally ; and as for
the baby, it was sneezing and howling alternately

without a moment’s pause. The only two creatures
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in the kitchen that did not sneeze, were the cook,
and a large cat which was sitting on the hearth and
grinning from ear to ear.

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

“Tt’s a Cheshire cat,” said the Duchess, “and
that’s why. Pig!”

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

“T didn’t know that Cheshire cats always
grinned; in fact, I didn’t know that cats could
grin.”

“They all can,” said the Duchess; ‘and most
of ’em do.”

“T don’t know of any that do,” Alice said very
politely, feeling quite pleased to have got into
a conversation.

“You don’t know much,” said the Duchess; ‘“‘and
that’s a fact.”

Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark,
and thought it would be as well to introduce some
other subject of conversation. While she was

trying to fix on one, the cook took the cauldron of
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soup off the fire, and at once set to work throwing
everything within her reach at the Duchess and
the baby—the fire-irons came first; then followed
a shower of saucepans, plates, and dishes. The
Duchess took no notice of them even when they
hit her; and the baby was howling so much already,
that it was quite impossible to say whether the
blows hurt it or not.

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

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

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

‘Talking of axes,” said the Duchess, “chop off
her head !”

Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to
see if she meant to take the hint; but the cook
was busily stirring the soup, and seemed not

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to be listening, so she went on again: “Twenty-
four hours, I think; or is it twelve? I 2

“Oh, don’t bother me,” said the Duchess; “1
never could abide figures!” And with that she
began nursing her child again, singing a sort of
lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent
shake at the end of every line :—



“ Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes ;
He only does tt to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.”

Corvus.
(In which the cook and the baby joined) :—

“ Wow / wow! wow/”

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

“T speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes ;

for he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases /”

CHORUS.

“Wow! wow! wow!”

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

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

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

The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very
anxiously into its face to see what was the matter
with it. There could be no doubt that. it hada

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very turn-up nose, much more like a snout than
a real nose; also its eyes were getting extremely
small for a baby: altogether Alice did not like the
look of the thing at all. ‘But perhaps it was



So she set the little creature down.

only sobbing,” she thought, and looked into its
eyes again, to see if there were any tears.

No, there were no tears. “If you're going to
turn into a pig, my dear,” said Alice, seriously,
“T'll have nothing more to do with you. Mind
now!” The poor little thing sobbed again (or

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erunted, it was impossible to say which), and they
went on for some while in silence.

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

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

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

“Cheshire Puss,” she began, rather timidly, as
she did not at all know whether it would like the

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name: however, it only grinned a little wider.
‘Come, it’s pleased so far,” thought Alice, and she
went on, “ Would you tell me, please, which way
I ought to walk from here?”

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

‘“‘T don’t much care where ” said Alice.

“Then it doesn’t matter which way you walk,”
said the Cat.

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

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

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

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

“But I don’t want to go among mad people,”
Alice remarked. °

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

“How do you know I’m mad?” said Alice.

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

Alice didn’t think that proved it at all; however,

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she went on: “And how do you know that you're
mad?”

“To begin with,” said the Cat, “‘a dog’s not mad.
You grant that?”

“T suppose so,” said Alice.

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

“T call it purring, not growling,” said Alice.

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

“I should like it very much,” said Alice, ‘‘ but I
haven’t been invited yet.”

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

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

“‘ By-the-bye, what became of the baby ?” said
the Cat. “Td nearly forgotten to ask.”

“Tt turned into a pig,” Alice answered very quietly,
just as if the cat had come back in a natural way.

“T thought it would,” said the Cat, and vanished
again.

Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again,
but it did not appear, and after a minute or two she
walked on in the direction in which the March

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Hare was said to live. ‘‘I’ve seen hatters before,” she
said to herself: “‘the March Hare will be much the
most interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won’t
be raving mad—at least not so mad as it was in
March.” As she said this, she looked up, and there
was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.

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

“JT said pig,” replied Alice; ‘‘and I wish you
wouldn’t keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly:
you make one quite giddy.”

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

“ Well! ‘ve often seen a cat without a grin,”
thought Alice; ‘“ but a grin without a cat! It’s
the most curious thing I ever saw in all my life.”

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

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HERE was a table set out under a tree in

front of the house, and the March Hare

and the Hatter were having tea at it: a

Dormouse was sitting between them,

fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a

cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over

its head. ‘‘ Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,”

thought Alice; “only, as it’s asleep, I suppose it
doesn’t mind.”

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

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‘“‘ Have some wine,’ the March Hare said in an
encouraging tone.

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

‘There isn’t any,” said the March Hare.

“Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,”
said Alice angrily.

“Tt wasn’t very civil of you to sit down with-
out being invited,” said the March Hare.

“T didn’t know it was your table,” said Alice ;
“it’s laid for a great many more than three.”

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

“You should learn not to make personal re-
marks,” Alice said with some severity: “it’s very
rude.”

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

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

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

“Hixactly so,” said Alice.

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

“I do,” Alice hastily replied ; “at least—at least
I mean what I say—that’s the same thing, you
know.”

“Not the same thing a bit!” said the Hatter.
“Why, you might just as well say that ‘I see what
I eat’ is the same thing as ‘I eat what I see’!”

“You might just as well say,” added the March
Hare, ‘that ‘I like what I get’ is the same thing
as ‘I get what I like’!”

“You might just as well say,” added the Dor-
mouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep,
“that ‘I breathe when I sleep’ is the same thing
as ‘I sleep when I breathe’!”

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

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

Alice considered a little, and said, “The fourth.”

““Two days wrong!” sighed the Hatter. “I told

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you butter wouldn’t suit the works!” he added,
looking angrily at the March Hare.

‘Tt was the best butter,” the March Hare meekly
replied.

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

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

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

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

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

“Which isjust the case with mine,” said the Hatter.

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter’s re-
mark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and
yet it was certainly English. “I don’t quite under-
stand you,” she said, as politely as she could.

“The Dormouse is asleep again,” said the Hatter,
and he poured a little hot tea on to its nose.

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

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

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

“T haven’t the slightest idea,” said the Hatter.

“Nor I,” said the March Hare.

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

“Tf you knew Time as well as I do,” said the Hat-
ter, ‘‘ you wouldn't talk about wasting zt. It’s hem.”

“T don’t know what you mean,” said Alice.

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

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

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

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

“That would be grand, certainly,” said Alice
thoughtfully : “ but then—I shouldn’t be hungry
for it, you know.”

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

“Ts that the way you manage?” Alice asked.





a
6‘ Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!”

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

‘ Twinkle, twinkle, little bat /
How I wonder what youre at /?





You know the song, perhaps?”
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“T’ve heard something like it,” said Alice.
“Tt goes on, you know,” the Hatter continued,
“in this way :—
‘Up above the world you fly,

Like a teatray in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle ed



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

“Well, I’d hardly finished the first verse,” said the
Hatter, “when the Queen bawled out ‘He's
murdering the time! Off with his head!’”

“How dreadfully savage!” exclaimed Alice.

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

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

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

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

“Hxactly so,” said the Hatter: “as the things
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‘But when you come to the beginning again ?”
Alice ventured to ask.

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

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

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

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

“Tell us a story!” said the March Hare.

“Yes, please do!” pleaded Alice.

“ And be quick about it,” added the Hatter, “ or
youll be asleep again before it’s done.”

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

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

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

“They couldn’t have done that, you know,”

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Alice gently remarked: “they’d have been
ill.”

“So they were,” said the Dormouse ; “very ill.”

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

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

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

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

“Nobody asked your opinion,” said Alice.

‘““Who’s making personal remarks now?” the
Hatter asked triumphantly.

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

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

“There's no such thing!” Alice was beginning
very angrily, but the Hatter and the March Hare
went “Sh! sh!” and the Dormouse sulkily re-

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marked, “If you can’t be civil, you’d better finish

the story for yourself.”
“No, please go on!” Alice said very humbly:



“Once upon a time there were three little sisters.”

“T won't interrupt you again. I dare say there |

may be one.”
‘One, indeed!” said the Dormouse indignantly. |
However, he consented to go on. ‘‘And so these.

three little sisters—they were learning to draw,
you know——”



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“What did they draw?” said Alice, quite for-
getting her promise.

“ Treacle,” said the Dormouse, without consider-
ing at all this time.

“T want a clean cup,” interrupted the Hatter:
“let's all move one place on.”

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

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

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

“But they were im the well,” Alice said to
the Dormouse, not choosing to notice this last
remark,

“Of course they were,” said the Dormouse,
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This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let

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the Dormouse go on for some time without inter-
rupting it.

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

“Why with an M?” said Alice.

‘Why not?” said the March Hare.

Alice was silent.

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

‘Really, now you ask me,” said Alice, very
much confused, “I don’t think——_”

“Then you shouldn’t talk,” said the Hatter.

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

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time she saw them, they were trying to put the
Dormouse into the teapot.

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



The last time she saw them they were trying to put the
Dormouse into the teapot.

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

Once more she found herself in the long hall,
and close to the little glass table. “Now, I'll

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

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CROQUET-GROUND

LARGE rose-tree stood near the en-
trance of the garden: the roses grow-
ing on it were white, but there were
three gardeners at it, busily painting

them red. Alice thought this a very curious thing,
and she went nearer to watch them, and just as
she came up to them she heard one of them say,
“Look out now, Five! Don’t go splashing paint
over me like that!”

“T couldn’t help it,” said Five, in a sulky tone ;
“Seven jogged my elbow.”

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

“ You'd better not talk!” said Five. “I heard

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all stopped and looked at her, and the Queen said
severely, ‘ Who is this?” She said it to the Knave
of Hearts, who only bowed and smiled in reply.

‘Idiot !” said the Queen, tossing her head
mpatiently ; and, turning to Alice, she went on,

What’s your name, child?”

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

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

‘‘ How should J know?” said Alice, surprised at
her own courage. ‘It’s no business of mine.”

The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after
glaring at her for a moment like a wild beast,
began screaming, “Off with her head! O ui

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

The King laid his hand upon her arm, and
timidly said, “Consider, my dear: she is only a
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The Queen turned angrily away from him, and
said to the Knave, “Turn them over!”

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

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





Alice put them into a large flower-pot,

‘‘Leave off that!” screamed the Queen. “You
make me giddy.” And then, turning to the rose-
tree, she went on, “ What have you been doing
here 2”

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

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“I see!” said the Queen, who had meanwhile
been examining the roses. “Off with their
heads!” and the procession moved on, three of
the soldiers remaining behind to execute the un-
fortunate gardeners, who ran to Alice for protec-
tion.

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

“ Are their heads off?” shouted the Queen.

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

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

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

“Yes!” shouted Alice.

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

“‘Tt’s—it’s a very fine day!” said a timid voice
at her side. She was walking by the White
Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously into her face.

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

“What for?” said Alice.

“Did you say ‘What a pity!’?” the Rabbit
asked.

“No, I didn’t,” said Alice: “I don’t think it’s
at alla pity. I said ‘What for?’”

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

“Get to your places!” shouted the Queen in
a voice of thunder, and people began running
about in all directions, tumbling up against each
other: however, they got settled down in a minute
or two, and the game began.

Alice thought she had never seen such a curious
croquet-ground in all her life: it was all ridges and
furrows; the croquet-balls were live hedgehogs,
the mallets live flamingoes, and the soldiers had
to double themselves up and to stand upon their
hands and feet, to make the arches.

The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in

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

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

Alice began to feel very uneasy : to be sure she
had not as yet had any dispute with the Queen,

but she knew that it might happen any minute,
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“and then,” thought she, “‘ what would become of
me? They're dreadfully fond of beheading people
here: the great wonder is that there’s any one left
alive!”

She was looking about for some way of escape,



The Queen was 1n a furious passion, shouting, ‘‘ Off with his head !”

and wondering whether she could get away without

being seen, when she noticed a curious appearance

in the air: it puzzled her very much at first, but,

after watching it a minute or two, she made it out

to be a grin, and she said to herself, “It’s the

Cheshire Cat: now I shall have somebody to talk to.”
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“How are you getting on?” said the Cat, as
soon as there was mouth enough for it to speak
with.

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

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

“‘ How do you like the Queen?” said the Cat in
a low voice.

“Not at all,” said Alice: “she’s so extremely—”
Just then she noticed that the Queen was close

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behind her, listening: so she went on, ‘‘—likely
to win, that it’s hardly worth while finishing the
game.”

The Queen smiled and passed on.

“Who are you talking to?” said the King,
coming up to Alice, and looking at the Cat’s head
with great curiosity.

“Tts a friend of mine—a Cheshire Cat,” said
Alice : “‘ allow me to introduce it.”

“T don’t like the look of it at all,” said the
King: “ however, it may kiss my hand if it likes.”

“Td rather not,” the Cat remarked.

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

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

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

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

“Tl fetch the executioner myself,” said the King
eagerly, and he hurried off.

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

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

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

When she got back to the Cheshire Cat, she was
surprised to find quite a large crowd collected
round it: there was a dispute going on between

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the executioner, the King, and the Queen, who
were all talking at once, while all the rest were
quite silent, and looked very uncomfortable.

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

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

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

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

Alice could think of nothing else to say but
“Tt belongs to the Duchess; you'd better ask her
about it.”

‘She’s in prison,” the Queen said to the execu-
tioner: “fetch her here.” And the executioner
went off like an arrow.

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The Cat’s head began fading away the moment
he was gone, and, by the time he had come back



The King and the executioner ran wildly up and down
looking for the Cat.

with the Duchess, it had entirely disappeared ; so
the King and the executioner ran wildly up and
down looking for it, while the rest of the party
went back to the game.

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. OU can’t think how glad I am to see
you again, you dear old thing!” said
the Duchess, as she tucked her arm
affectionately into Alice’s, and they

walked off together.

Alice was very glad to find her in such a
pleasant temper, and thought to herself. that per-
haps it was only the pepper that had made her so

‘ savage when they met in the kitchen.

“When I’m a Duchess,” she said to herself (not
in a very hopeful tone though), “I won't have any
pepper in my kitchen at all. Soup does very well
without—Maybe it’s always pepper that makes
people hot-tempered,” she went on, very much
pleased at having found out a new kind of rule,
“and vinegar that makes them sour—and camo-

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mile that makes them bitter—and—and barley-
sugar and such things that make children sweet-
tempered. I only wish people knew that: then
they wouldn't be so stingy about it, you
know——”

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

‘Perhaps it hasn’t one,” Alice ventured to re-
mark.

“Tut, tut, child!” said the Duchess. “ Every:
thing’s got a moral, if only you can find it.” And
she squeezed herself up closer to Alice’s side as
she spoke.

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

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

“Tis so,” said the Duchess: ‘and the moral of

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that is—‘Oh, ’tis love, ’tis love, that makes the
world go round!’”

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

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

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

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

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

“Very true,” said the Duchess: “flamingoes
and mustard both bite. And the moral of that is
—‘Birds of a feather flock together.’ ”

“Only mustard isn’t a bird,” Alice remarked.

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

“Tt’s a mineral, I think,” said Alice.

“Of course it is,” said the Duchess, who seemed

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ready to agree to everything that Alice said;
“there's a large mustard-mine near here. And
the moral of that is—‘ The more there is of mine,
the less there is of yours.’”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“A cheap sort of present!” thought Alice.
“I'm glad they don’t give birthday presents like

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that!” But she did not venture to say it out
loud.

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

“T’ve a right to think,” said Alice sharply, for
she was beginning to feel a little worried.

“Just about as much right,” said the Duchess,
‘fas pigs have to fly: and the m

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

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

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

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

“Let’s go on with the game,” the Queen said to
Alice ; and Alice was too much frightened to say a
word, but slowly followed her back to the croquet-
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The other guests had taken advantage of the
Queen’s absence, and were resting in the shade-
however, the moment they saw her, they hurried
back to the game, the Queen merely remarking
that a moment’s delay would cost them their
lives.

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

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

“No,” said Alice. ‘I don’t even know what a
Mock Turtle is.”

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

“‘T never saw one, or heard of one,” said Alice.

“Come on, then,” said the Queen, “and he shall
tell you his history.”

As they walked off together, Alice heard the

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King say in a low voice, to the company generally,
“You are all pardoned.” ‘‘Come, that’s a good
thing!” she said to herself, for she had felt quite
unhappy at the number of executions the Queen
had ordered.

They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying



SF

A Gryphon lying fast asleep in the sun.

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

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

“What zs the fun?” said Alice.

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

“Everybody says ‘come on!’ here,” thought
Alice, as she went slowly after it: “I never was so
ordered about before in all my life, never!”

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

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

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

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

So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some
minutes. Alice thought to herself, “I don’t see







The Mock Turtle sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock.

how he can ever finish, if he doesn’t begin.” But
she waited patiently.
“Once,” said the Mock Turtle at last, with a
deep sigh, “I was a real Turtle.”
These words were followed by a very long
silence, broken only by an occasional exclamation
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of ‘“Hjckrrh!” from the Gryphon, and the con-
stant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice
was very nearly getting up and saying, “Thank
you, sir, for your interesting story,” but she could
not help thinking there must be more to come, so
she sat still and said nothing.

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

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

‘We called him Tortoise because he taught us,”
said the Mock Turtle angrily; “really you are very
dull!”

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

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

“I never said I didn’t!” interrupted Alice.

“You did,” said the Mock Turtle.
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“Hold your tongue!” added the Gryphon, be-
fore Alice could speak again. The Mock Turtle
went on.

“We had the best of educations—in fact, we
went to school every day C

“Tve been to a day-school too,” said Alice;
‘you needn’t be so proud as all that.”

“With extras?” asked the Mock Turtle a little
anxiously.

“Yes,” said Alice, “we learned French and
music.”

“And washing?” said the Mock Turtle.

“Certainly not!” said Alice indignantly.

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

“You couldn’t have wanted it much,” said Alice;
‘living at the bottom of the sea.”

“T couldn’t afford to learn it,” said the Mock
Turtle with a sigh. “I only took the regular
course.”

“What was that?” inquired Alice.

‘Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,”
the Mock Turtle replied: “‘and then the different
branches of Arithmetic—Ambition, Distraction,

Usglification, and Derision.”
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“JT never heard of ‘Uglification,’’’ Alice ven-
tured to say. ‘‘ What is it?”

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

“Yes,” said Alice doubtfully : “it means—to—
make—anything—prettier.”

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

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

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

‘What was that like?” said Alice.

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

‘‘Hadn’t time,” said the Gryphon: ‘I went to the
Classical master,though. Hewasan old crab, he was.”

“T never went to him,” the Mock Turtle said
with a sigh: “he taught Laughing and Grief, they
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“So he did, so he did,” said the Gryphon, sigh-
ing in his turn; and both creatures hid their faces
in their paws.

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

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

“‘ What a curious plan!” exclaimed Alice.

“That’s the reason they’re called lessons,” the
Gryphon remarked: ‘‘ because they lessen from
day to day.”

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

“Of course it was,” said the Mock Turtle.

‘*And how did you manage on the twelfth?”
Alice went on eagerly.

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

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QUADRILLE

HE Mock Turtle sighed deeply and drew

the back of one flapper across his eyes.

He looked at Alice, and tried to speak,

but, for a minute or two, sobs choked
his voice. ‘Same as if he had a bone in his
throat,” said the Gryphon, and it set to work
shaking him and punching him in the back. At
last the Mock Turtle recovered his voice, and,
with tears running down his cheeks, went on
again :—

“You may not have lived much under the sea—”
(“TI haven't,” said Alice) “—and perhaps you were
never even introduced to a lobster—” (Alice began
to say “I once tasted——” but checked herself

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hastily, and said, ‘No, never”) ‘“—so you can have
no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster Quad-
rille is!”

“No, indeed,” said Alice. ‘‘What sort of a
dance is it?”

“Why,” said the Gryphon, “ you first form into
a line along the sea-shore——”

“Two lines!” cried the Mock Turtle. ‘“‘ Seals,
turtles, salmon, and so on: then, when you've
cleared the jelly-fish out of the way——”

“That generally takes some time,” interrupted
the Gryphon.

“vou advance twice——

‘“‘Kach with a lobster as a partner!” cried the
Gryphon.

“Of course,” the Mock Turtle said: ‘advance
twice, set to partners——”

‘change lobsters, and retire in same order,”
continued the Gryphon.

“Then, you know,” the Mock Turtle went on,

”

”

“you throw the——

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

“as far out to sea as you can——”

“Swim after them!” screamed the Gryphon.

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

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‘Change lobsters again!” yelled the Gryphon
at the top of his voice.

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

“Tt must be a very pretty dance,” said Alice
timidly.

‘Would you like to see a little of it 2” said the
Mock Turtle.

“Very much indeed,” said Alice.

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

“Oh, you sing,” said the Gryphon. “I’ve
forgotten the words.”

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

‘Will you walk a little faster 2” said a whiting to a snaal,
“There's a porpoise close behind us, and he’s tr eading on my
tail,

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See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance /
They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the
dance ?



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

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



“They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the dance ®”

“ You can really have no notion how delightful it will be,

When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out ta
- sea?”

But the snail replied ‘Too far, too far /” and gave a look
askance—

Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join
the dance.

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Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join

the dance,
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join

the dance.



“ What matters it how far we go?” his scaly friend replied,
“ There ts another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer ts to France—
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the
dance ?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the
dance?”

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

‘Oh, as to the whiting,” said the Mock Turtle,
“they—you've seen them, of course ?”

“Yes,” said Alice, “I’ve often seen them at
dinn——” she checked herself hastily.

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

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

“You're wrong about the crumbs,” said the
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sea. But they have their tails in their mouths;
and the reason is—’ here the Mock Turtle yawned
and shut his eyes. ‘Tell her about the reason and
all that,” he said to the Gryphon.

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

“Thank you,” said Alice, ‘it’s very interesting.
I never knew so much about a whiting before.”

“T can tell you more than that, if you like,”
said the Gryphon. “Do you know why it’s called
a whiting?”

“T never thought about it,” said Alice.
“Why ?”

“It does the boots and shoes,” the Gryphon
replied very solemnly.

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

‘Why, what are your shoes done with?”’ said
the Gryphon. “I mean, what makes them so
shiny ?”

Alice looked down at them, and considered a
little before she gave her answer. ‘“ They’re done
with blacking, I believe.” /

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

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

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

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

“They were obliged to have him with them,”
the Mock Turtle said : ‘no wise fish would go any-
where without a porpoise.”

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

“Of course not,” said the Mock Turtle: “why,
if a fish came to me, and told me he was
going a journey, I should say ‘With what por-
poise ?’”

“Don’t you mean ‘purpose’?” said Alice.

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

“T could tell you my adventures — beginning
from this morning,” said Alice a little timidly,

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“but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because
I was a different person then.”

“Explain all that,” said the Mock Turtle.

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

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

‘‘Tt’s all about as curious as it can be,” said the
Gryphon.

“Tt all came different!” the Mock Turtle re-
peated thoughtfully. “I should like to hear her
repeat something now. Tell her to begin.” He
looked at the Gryphon as if he thought it had
some kind of authority over Alice.

‘Stand up and repeat ‘’Zis the voice of the
sluggard,’” said the Gryphon.

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THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE

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

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

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

“Well, Z never heard it before,” said the
Mock Turtle: “but it sounds uncommon non
sense.”

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

“T should like to have it explained,” said the
Mock Turtle.

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

“But about his toes?” the Mock Turtle per-
sisted. ‘How could he turn them out with his
hose, you know ?”

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“Tt’s the first position in dancing,” Alice said;
but was dreadfully puzzled by the whole thing,
and longed to change the subject.

“Go on with the next verse,” the Gryphon
repeated impatiently : ‘it begins ‘I passed by his
garden.’”



The Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie,

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

“T passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye,
How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie:”

“What 2s the use of repeating all that stuff,”

the Mock Turtle interrupted, ‘if you don’t ex-
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plain it as you go on? It’s by far the most
confusing thing J ever heard !”

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

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

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

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

“ Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,

Waiting in a hot tureen /

Who for such dainties would not stoop ?

Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup /

Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup ?
Beau—ootiful Soo—oop /
Beau—ootiful Soo—oop /

Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup /

“ Beautiful Soup / Who cares for fish,
Game, or any other dish ?
Who would not give all else for two p
ennyworth only of beautiful Soup ?

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Pennyworth only of beautiful soup ?
Beau—ootiful Soo—oop /
Beau—ootiful Soo—oop !

Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,
Beautiful, beauti—FUL SOUP /”

“Chorus again!” cried the Gryphon, and the





“Come on !” cried the Gryphon, taking Alice by the hand.

Mock Turtle had just begun to repeat it, when a
ery of “The trial’s beginning!” was heard in the
distance.

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

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

* Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,
Beautiful, beautiful Soup 1”


The White Rabbit read out at the top of his shrill little voice.



CHAPTER XI—WHO STOLE
THE TARTS ?

HE King and Queen of Hearts were
seated on their throne when they
arrived, with a great crowd assembled
about them—all sorts of little birds and

beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the
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Knave was standing before them, in chains,
with a soldier on each side to guard him; and near
the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet
in one hand, and a scroll of parchment in the
other. In the very middle of the court was a
table, with a large dish of tarts upon it: they
looked so good, that it made Alice quite hungry to
look at them—‘“T wish they’d get the trial done,”
she thought, “and hand round the refreshments !”
But there seemed to be no chance of this, so she
began looking at everything about her, to pass
away the time.

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

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

“And that’s the jury-box,” thought Alice, “and
those twelve creatures,” (she was obliged to say
“creatures,” you see, because some of them were
animals, and some were birds,) “I suppose they are
the jurors.” She said this last word two or three

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times over to herself, being rather proud of it: for
she thought, and rightly too, that very few little
girls of her age knew the meaning of it at all.
However, “jurymen” would have done just as
well.

The twelve jurors were all writing very busily
on slates. ‘“ What are they doing?” Alice whis-
pered to the Gryphon. “They can’t have any-
thing to put down yet, before the trial’s begun.”

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

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

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

One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked.
This, of course, Alice could not stand, and she
went round the court and got behind him, and

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very soon found an opportunity of taking it away.
She did it so quickly that the poor little juror (it
was Bill, the Lizard) could not make out at all
what had become of it; so after hunting all about
for it, he was obliged to write with one finger
for the rest of the day ; and this was of very little
use, as it left no mark on the slate.
“Herald, read the accusation!” said the King.
On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on
the trumpet, and then unrolled the parchment
scroll, and read as follows :—
“The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a@ summer day :

The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away /”

“Consider your verdict,” the King said to the
jury.

“Not yet, not yet!” the Rabbit hastily inter-
rupted. ‘“There’s a great deal to come before that!”

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

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

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“You ought to have finished,” said the King,
“When did you begin ?”

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





The March Hare arm-in-arm with the Dormouse,

“Fifteenth,” said the March Hare.

“ Sixteenth,” added the Dormouse.

“Write that down,” the King said to the jury,
and the jury eagerly wrote down all three dates on
their slates, and then added them up, and reduced

the answer to shillings and pence.
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“Take off your hat,” the King said to the
Hatter.

“Tt isn’t mine,” said the Hatter.

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

“T keep them to sell,” the Hatter added as an
explanation: “I’ve none of my own. I’m a
hatter.”

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

“Give your evidence,” said the King; ‘and
don’t be nervous, or 1’ll have you executed on the
spot.”

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

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

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“T wish you wouldn’t squeeze so,” said the Dor-
mouse, who was sitting next to her. ‘I can hardly
breathe.”

“T can’t help it,” said Alice very meekly: “I’m
growing.”

“You've no right to grow here,” said the Dor-
mouse.

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

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

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

“Give your evidence,’ the King repeated
anorily, “or I'll have you executed, whether you're
nervous or not.”

“Tm a poor man, your Majesty,” the Hatter
began in a trembling voice, ‘and I hadn’t but
just begun my tea—not above a week or so—and
what with the bread-and-butter getting so thin
—and the twinkling of the tea e

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WHO STOLE THE TARTS?

“The twinkling of what?” said the King.

“Tt began with the tea,” the Hatter replied.

“Of course twinkling begins with a T!” said the
King sharply. ‘‘Do you take me for a dunce?
Go on!”

“Tm a poor man,” the Hatter went on, “and
most things twinkled after that—only the March
Hare said——”

“T didn’t!” the March Hare interrupted in a
great hurry.

“You did!” said the Hatter.

“T deny it!” said the March Hare.

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

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

“After that,” continued the Hatter, “I cut some
more bread-and-butter °

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

“That I can’t remember,” said the Hatter.

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

The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and
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bread-and-butter, and went down on one knee.
‘“‘[’m a poor man, your Majesty,” he began.

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

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

“T’m glad I’ve seen that done,” thought Alice.
‘I’ve so often read in the newspapers, at the end of
trials, ‘There was some attempt at applause, which
was immediately suppressed by the officers of the
court, and I never understood what it meant till
now.”

“Tf that’s all you know about it, you may stand
down,” continued the King.

“T can’t go no lower,” said the Hatter: “I’m
on the floor, as it is.”

“Then you may sit down,” the King replied.

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

‘‘Come, that finishes the guinea-pigs!” thought
Alice. ‘‘ Now we shall get on better.”

“Td rather finish my tea,” said the Hatter, with
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an anxious look at the Queen, who was reading
the list of singers.

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

“—and just take his head off outside,” the

Queen added to one of the officers; but the Hatter



=~





The Hatter hurriedly left the court, without even waiting
to put his shoes on.

was out of sight befure the officer could get to the
door.

“Call the next witness!” said the King.

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

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‘Give your evidence,” said the King.

“Sha’n’t,” said the cook.

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

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

‘‘Pepper, mostly,” said the cook.

Treacle,” said a sleepy voice behind her.

“Collar that Dormouse!” the Queen shrieked
out. ‘‘Behead that Dormouse! Turn that Dor-
mouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch him!
Off with his whiskers!”

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

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

Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled
over the list, feeling very curious to see what the

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next witness would be like, ““—for they haven’t got
much evidence yet,” she said to herself. Imagine
her surprise, when the White Rabbit read out,
at the top of his shrill little voice, the name
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Alice began picking them up again as quickly as she could.





CHAPTER XIIL—ALICEH’S
EVIDENCE



o ERE!” cried Alice, quite forgetting
in the flurry of the moment how large
she had grown in the last few minutes,
and she jumped up in such a hurry

that she tipped over the jury-box with the edge

of her skirt, upsetting all the jurymen on to
the heads of the crowd below, and there they lay

sprawling about, reminding her very much of a

globe of gold-fish she had accidentally upset the

week before.
“Oh, I beg your pardon!” she exclaimed in a

‘one of great dismay, and began picking them up

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again as quickly as she could, for the. accident of
the gold-fish kept running in her head, and she
had a vague sort of idea that they must be col-
lected at once and put back into the jury-box, or
they would die.

“The trial cannot proceed,” said the King in a
very grave voice, ‘until all the jurymen are in
their proper places—qll,” he repeated with great
emphasis, looking hard at Alice as he said so.

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

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

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

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“Nothing,” said Alice.

“Nothing whatever ?” persisted the King.

“ Nothing whatever,” said Alice.

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

“ Unimportant, of course, I meant,” the King
sual said, and went on to himself in an under-
tone, ‘“important—unimportant—unimportant—
important, as if he were trying which word
sounded best.

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

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

Everybody looked at Alice.

“Tm not a mile high,” said Alice,

‘You are,” said the King.

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“Nearly two miles high,” added the Queen.

“Well, I sha’n’t go, at any rate,” said Alice ;
“besides, that’s not a regular rule: you invented
it just now.”

“Tt’s the oldest rule in the book,” said the King.

“Then it ought to be Number One,” said Alice.

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

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

“ What's in it?” said the Queen.

“T haven't opened it yet,” said the White
Rabbit, “but it seems to be a letter, written by
the prisoner to—to somebody.”

“Tt must have been that,” said the King, “ un-
less it was written to nobody, which isn’t usual,
you know.”

‘Who is it directed to?” said one of the jury-
men.

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

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

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

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

‘Please your Majesty,” said the Knave, “]
didn’t write it, and they can’t prove that I did:
there’s no name signed at the end.”

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

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

“That proves his guilt,” said the Queen.

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

‘Read them,” said the King.

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

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





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These were the verses the White Rabbit read :-—

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

He sent them word I had not gone
(We know tt to be true) :

Tf she should push the matter on,
What would become of you?

I gave her one, they gave him two,
You gave us three or more ;

They all returned from him to you,
Though they were mine before,

If I or she should chance to be
Involved in this affair,

He trusts to you to set them free,
Exactly as we were.

My notion was that you had been
(Before she had this fit)

An obstacle that came between
Him, and ourselves, and it.

Don't let him know she liked them best,
For this must ever be

A secret, kept from all the rest,
Between yourself and me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“ But it goes on ‘ they all returned from him to
you,” said Alice.

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“Why, there they are!” said the King trium-
phantly, pointing to the tarts on the table.
*“ Nothing can be clearer than that. Then again—



‘“‘ Why, there they are!” said the King triumphantly, pointing
to the tarts,

‘before she had this fii— you never had fits, my
dear, I think?” he said to the Queen.
“Never!” said the Queen furiously, throwing an

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fortunate little Bill had left off writing on his
slate with one finger, as he found it made no
mark; but he now hastily began again, using the
ink, that was trickling down his face, as long as it
lasted.)

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

“Tt’s a pun!” the King added in an angry tone,
and everybody laughed. “Let the jury consider
their verdict,” the King said, for about the twentieth
time that day.

“No, no!” said the Queen. ‘‘ Sentence first—
verdict afterwards.”

“Stuff and nonsense!” said Alice loudly. ‘The
idea of having the sentence first!”

“Hold your tongue!” said the Queen, turning
purple.

“T won't!” said Alice.

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

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

At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and
came flying down upon her; she gave a little
scream, half of fright and half of anger, and tried

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to beat them off, and found herself lying on the
bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, who
was gently brushing away some dead leaves that
had fluttered down from the trees upon her face.

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

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

had been,

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

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

The long grass rustled at her feet as the White
Rabbit hurried by—the frightened Mouse splashed

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his way through the neighbouring pool—she could
hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare
and his friends shared their never-ending meal,
and the shrill voice of the Queen ordering off her
unfortunate guests to execution—once more the
pig-baby was sneezing on the Duchess’ knee, while
plates and dishes crashed around it—once more
the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the
Lizard’s slate-pencil and the choking of the
suppressed guinea-pigs, filled the air, mixed up
with the distant sobs of the miserable Mock Turtle.
So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed
herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had
but to open them again, and all would change to
dull reality—the grass would be only rustling in
the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving
of the reeds—the rattling teacups would change to
the tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen’s shrill cries
to the voice of the shepherd boy—and the sneeze
of the baby, and the shriek of the Gryphon, and all
the other queer noises, would change (she knew)
to the confused clamour of the busy farm-yard—
while the lowing of the cattle in the distance would
take the place of the Mock Turtle’s heavy sobs.
Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same
little sister of hers would, in the after-time, be
herself a grown woman ; and how she would keep,
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through all her riper years, the simple and loving
heart of her childhood : and how she would gather
about her other little children, and make their
eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale,
perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of
long ago: and how she would feel with all their
simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple
joys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy
summer days.



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