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

Group Title: Through the looking-glass : and what Alice found there
Title: Through the looking-glass
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Title: Through the looking-glass and what Alice found there
Physical Description: 7, 11-230 p., 6 leaves of plates : ill. (some col.) ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898
Tenniel, John, 1820-1914 ( Illustrator )
Thomas Y. Crowell & Co ( Publisher )
Norwood Press ( Printer )
J.S. Cushing & Co ( Printer )
Berwick & Smith ( Printer )
Publisher: Thomas Y. Crowell & Co.
Place of Publication: New York ;
Manufacturer: Norwood Press ; J.S. Cushing & Co. ; Berwick & Smith
Publication Date: c1893
Subject: Girls -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Dreams -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Flowers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Insects -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Twins -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Unicorns -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Queens -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Wit and humor, Juvenile   ( lcsh )
Imagination -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Animals -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Curiosity -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Illusion (Philosophy) -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Innocence (Psychology) -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Decision making -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Imaginary places -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fantasy literature -- 1893   ( rbgenr )
Bldn -- 1893
Genre: Fantasy literature   ( rbgenr )
novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Statement of Responsibility: by Lewis Carroll.
General Note: Frontispiece printed in colors and some illustrations by Tenniel.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Front Matter
    Title Page
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    Child of the pure unclouded brow
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    Table of Contents
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    Dramatis personae
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    Looking-glass house
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    The garden of live flowers
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    Looking-glass insects
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    Tweedledum and Tweedledee
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    Wool and water
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    Humpty Dumpty
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    The lion and the unicorn
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    "It's my own invention"
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    Queen Alice
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    Which dreamed it?
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CHILD of the pure unclouded brow
And dreaming eyes of wonder!
Though time be fleet, and I and thoU
Are half a life asunder,
Thy loving smile will surely hail
The love-gift of a fairy-tale.

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

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

Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread,
With bitter tidings laden,


Shall summon to unwelcome bed
A melancholy maiden!
We are but older children, dear,
Who fret to find our bedtime near.

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

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


V. WOOL AND WATER . ... 99
IX. QUEEN ALICE . . .192
X. SIAKING . . .. 222
XI. WAKING ............... 223
XII. WHICH DREAMED IT ? . ... .225


(As arranged before commencement of game.)




Unicorn .

Sheep .

W. Queen .

W. King .
Aged man
W. Knight







Daisy Humpty Dumpty.
Messenger, Carpenter.
Oyster Walrus.

Tiger-lily, R. Queen.
Rose R. King.

Oyster Crow.
Frog. R. Knight.

Daisy Lion.


White Pawn (Alice) to play, and win in eleven moves.

1. Alice meets R.Q. 35
2. Alice through Q.'s
3d (by railway) 48
to Q.'s 4th (Twee-
dledum and Twee-
dledee) 54
3. Alice meets W.Q.
(with shawl) .91
4. Alice to Q.'s 5th
(shop, river, shop) 101
5. Alice to Q.'s 6th
(Humpty Dump-
ty) 112
6. Alice to Q.'s 7th
(forest) 155
7. W. Kt. takes R. Kt. 161
8. Alice to Q.'s 8th
(coronation) 183
9. Alice becomes Q'en, 196
10. Alice castles(feast) 204
11. Alice takes R.Q.
and wins 215

1. R.Q. to K.R.'s 4th 45

2. W.Q. to Q.B.'s 4th
(after shawl). 91

3. W.Q. to Q.B.'s 5th
(becomes sheep). 100
4. W.Q. to K.B.'s 8th
(leaves egg on
shelf) . 111
5. W.Q. to Q.B.'s 8th
(flying from B.Kt.) 149
6. R.Kt. to K.'s 2d(ch) 158

7. W.Kt.toK.B.'s5th, 182
8. R.Q. to K.'s sq. (ex-
amination) .186
9. Queen's castle 199
10. W. Q. to Q. R. 6th
(soup) .. 211



ONE thing was certain, that the white kitten
had had nothing to do with it:-it was the
black kitten's fault entirely. For the white
kitten had been having its face washed by the
old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bear-
ing it pretty well, considering) ; so you see that
it couldn't have had any hand in the mischief.
The way Dinah washed her children's faces


was this: first she held the poor thing down by
its ear with one paw, and then with the other
paw she rubbed its face all over, the wrong way,
beginning at the nose: and just now, as I said,
she was hard at work on the white kitten, which
was lying quite still and trying to purr -no
doubt feeling that it was all meant for its good.
But the black kitten had been finished with
earlier in the afternoon, and so, while Alice was
sitting curled up in a corner of the great arm-
chair, half talking to herself and half asleep, the
kitten had been having a grand game of romps
with the ball of worsted Alice had been trying
to wind up, and had been rolling it up and
down till it had all come undone again, and
there it was, spread over the hearth-rug, all
knots and tangles, with the kitten running
after its own tail in the middle.
Oh, you wicked wicked little thing cried
Alice, catching up the kitten and giving it a
little kiss to make it understand that it was in
disgrace. Really, Dinah ought to have taught


you better manners! You ought, Dinah, you
know you ought !" she added, looking reproach-
fully at the old. cat, and speaking in as cross a
voice as she could manage and then she
scrambled back into the arm-chair, taking the
kitten and the worsted with her, and began
winding up the ball again. But she didn't get
on very fast, as she was talking all the time,
sometimes to the kitten, and sometimes to herself.
Kitty sat very demurely on her knee, pretending
to watch the progress of the winding, and now
and then putting out one paw and gently touch-
ing the ball, as if it would be glad to help if it
Do you know what to-morrow is, Kitty? "
Alice began. "You'd have guessed if you 'd
been up in the window with me only Dinah
was making you tidy, so you could n't. I was
watching the boys getting in sticks for the bon-
fire and it wants plenty of sticks, Kitty!
Only it got so cold, and it snowed so, they had
to leave off. Never mind, Kitty, we '11 go and


see the bonfire to-morrow." Here Alice wound
two or three turns of the worsted round the kit-
ten's neck, just to see how it would look: this
led to a scramble, in which the ball rolled down
upon the floor, and yards and yards of it got
unwound again.
"Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty," Alice
went on, as soon as they were comfortably
settled again, "when I saw all the mischief you
had been doing, I was very nearly opening the
window, and putting you out into the snow!
And you 'd have deserved it, you little mis-
chievous darling! What have you got to say
for yourself? Now don't interrupt me! she
went on, holding up one finger. "1 I'm going to
tell you all your faults. Number one: you
squeaked twice while Dinah was washing your
face this morning. Now you can't deny it,
Kitty: I heard you! What 's that you say ? "
(pretending that the kitten was speaking.)
" Her paw went into your eye? Well, that's
your fault, for keeping your eyes open -if


you 'd shut them tight up, it would n't have
happened. Now, don't make any more excuses,

but listen! Number two: you pulled Snowdrop
away by the tail just as I had put down the
saucer of milk before her! What, you were

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thirsty, were you? How do you know she
was n't thirsty too? Now for number three:
you unwound every bit of the worsted while I
wasn't looking!
"That 's three faults, Kitty, and you 've not
been punished for any of them yet. You know
I'm saving up all your punishments for Wednes-
day week-- Suppose they had saved up all my
punishments! she went on, talking more to
herself than the kitten. What would they do
at the end of a year? I should be sent to
prison, I suppose, when the day came. Or -
let me see- suppose each punishment was to
be going without a dinner: then, when the mis-
erable- day came, I should have to go without
fifty dinners at once Well, I should n't mind
that much! I 'd far rather go without them
than eat them !
"Do you hear the snow against the window-
panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds!
Just as if some one was kissing the window all
over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the


trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently ?
And then it covers them up snug, you know,
with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to
sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'
And when they wake up in the summer, Kitty,
they dress themselves all in green, and dance
about- whenever the wind blows oh, that's
very pretty!" cried Alice, dropping the ball of
worsted to clasp her hands. "And I do so wish
it was true I'm sure the woods look sleepy
in the autumn, when the leaves are getting
Kitty, can you play chess? Now, don't
smile, my dear, I 'm asking it seriously. Be-
cause, when we were 1.l,..ii.' just now, you
watched just as if you understood it: and
when I said 'Check!' you purred! Well it
was a nice check, Kitty, and really I might
have won, if it had n't been for that nasty
Knight, that came wriggling down among my
pieces. Kitty, dear, let's pretend-" And here
I wish I could tell you half the things Alice


used to say, beginning with her favorite phrase
"Let 's pretend." She had had quite a long
argument with her sister only the day before
all because Alice had begun with Let's pre-
tend we 're kings and queens; and her sister,
who liked being very exact, had argued that
they could n't, because there were only two of
them, and Alice had been reduced at last to say,
" Well, you can be one of them then, and I'll
be all the rest." And once she had really
frightened her old nurse by shouting suddenly
in her ear, Nurse! Do let's pretend that I 'm
a hungry hymena, and you're a bone! "
But this is taking us away from Alice's
speech to the kitten. "Let's pretend that
you 're the Red Queen, Kitty! Do you know,
I think if you sat up and folded your arms,
you'd look exactly like her. Now do try,
there 's a dear! And Alice got the Red
Queen off the table, and set it up before the
kitten as a model for it to imitate: however,
the thing didn't succeed, principally, Alice said,


because the kitten would n't fold its arms prop-
erly. So, to punish it, she held it up to the
Looking-glass, that it might see how sulky it
was "and if you 're not good directly," she
added, I '11 put you through into Looking-glass
House. How would you like that ?
"Now, if you '11 only attend, Kitty, and not
talk so much, I '11 tell you all my ideas about
Looking-glass House. First, there 's the room
you can see through the glass that 's just the
same as our drawing-room, only the things go
the other way. I can see all of it when I get
upon a chair all but the bit just behind the
fireplace. Oh I do so wish I could see that bit!
I want so much to know whether they 've a fire
in the winter: you never can tell, you know,
unless our fire smokes, and then smoke comes
up in that room too--but that may be only
pretence, just to make it look as if they had a
fire. Well then, the books are something like
our books, only the words go the wrong way; I
know that, because I 've held up one of our


books to the glass, and then they held up one
in the other room.
"How would you like to live in Looking-
glass House, Kitty? I wonder if they'd give
you milk in there ? Perhaps Looking-glass
milk is n't good to drink--But oh, Kitty! now
we come to the passage. You can just see a
little peep of the passage in Looking-glass
House, if you leave the door of our drawing,
room wide open: and it 's very like our pas-
sage as far as you can see, only you know it
may be quite different on beyond. Oh, Kitty !
how nice it would be if we could only get
through into Looking-glass House I'm sure
it's got, oh! such beautiful things in it! Let's~
pretend there 's a way of getting through into
it, somehow, Kitty. Let's pretend the glass
has got all soft like gauze, so that we can get
through. Why, it's turning into a sort of
mist now, I declare! It '11 be easy enough to
get through She was up on the chimney-
piece while she said this, though she hardly


knew how she had got there. And certainly
the glass was beginning to melt away, just like
a bright silvery mist.
In another moment Alice was through the


glass, and had jumped lightly down into the
Looking-glass room. The very first thing she
did was to look whether there was a fire in the
fireplace, and she was quite pleased to find that


there was a real one, blazing away as brightly
as the one she had left behind. "So I shall be
as warm here as I was in the old room," thought
Alice: "warmer, in fact, because there '11 be no
one here to scold me away from the fire. Oh,
what fun it'll be, when they see me through
the glass in here, and can't get at me! "
Then she began looking about, and noticed
that what could be seen from the old room was
quite common and uninteresting, but that all
the rest was as different as possible. For in-
stance, the pictures on the wall next the fire
seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on
the chimney-piece (you know you can only see
the back of it in the Looking-glass) had got
the face of a little old man, and grinned at
"They don't keep this room so tidy as the
other," Alice thought to herself, as she noticed
several of the chessmen down in the hearth
among the cinders: but in another moment, with
a little Oh! of surprise, she was down on her


hands and knees watching them. The chessmen
were walking about, two and two!
"Here are the Red King and the Red Queen,"
Alice said (in a whisper, for fear of frightening
them), "and there are the White King and the

White Queen sitting on the edge of the shovel
-and here are two Castles walking arm in
arm-I don't think they can hear me," she
went on as she put her head closer down, "and


I 'm nearly sure they can't see me. I feel
somehow as if I were invisible -"
Here something began squeaking on the
table behind Alice, and made her turn her
head just in time to see one of the White Pawns
roll over and begin kicking: she watched it
with great curiosity to see what would happen
"It is the voice of my child! the White
Queen cried out, as she rushed past the King, so
violently that she knocked him over among the
cinders. "My precious Lily! My imperial
kitten!" and she began scrambling wildly up
the side of the fender.
Imperial fiddlestick !" said the King, rub-
bing his nose, which had been hurt by the fall.
He had a right to be a little annoyed with the
Queen, for he was covered with ashes from
head to foot.
Alice was very anxious to be of use; and, as
the poor little Lily was nearly screaming herself
into a fit, she hastily picked up the Queen and


set her on the table by the side of her noisy
little daughter.
The Queen gasped, and sat down: the rapid
journey through the air had quite taken away
her breath, and for a minute or two she could
do nothing but hug the little Lily in silence.
As soon as she had recovered her breath a little,
she called out to the White King, who was
sitting sulkily among the ashes, "Mind the vol-
cano !"
"What volcano ?" said the King, looking up
anxiously into the fire, as if he thought that was
the most likely place to find one.
"Blew me up," panted the Queen, who
was still a little out of breath. "Mind you
come up the regular way don't get blown
Alice watched the White King as he slowly
struggled up from bar to bar, till at last she
said, "Why, you'11 be hours and hours getting
to the table, at that rate. I 'd far better help
you, had n't I ? But the King took no notice


of the question : it was quite clear that he could
neither hear her nor see her.
So Alice picked him up very gently, and
lifted him across more slowly than she had
lifted the Queen, that she might n't take his

breath away; but, before she put him on the
table, she thought she might as well dust him a
little, he was so covered with ashes.
She said afterwards that she had never seen in



all her life such a face as the King made, when
he found himself held in the air by an in-
visible hand, and being dusted: he was far too
much astonished to cry out, but his eyes and
his mouth went on getting larger and larger,
and rounder and rounder, till her hand shook
so with laughing that she nearly let him drop
upon the floor.
Oh please don't make such faces, my dear !"
she cried out, quite forgetting that the King
could n't hear her. You make me laugh so
that I can hardly hold you! And don't keep
your mouth so wide open All the ashes will
get into it there, now I think you 're tidy
enough she added, as she smoothed his hair,
and set him upon the table near the Queen.
The King immediately fell flat on his back
and lay perfectly still; and Alice was a little
alarmed at what she had done, and went round
the room to see if she could find any water to
throw over him. However, she could find
nothing but a bottle of ink, and when she got


back with it she found he had recovered, and
he and the Queen were talking together in a
frightened whisper-so low, that Alice could
hardly hear what they said.
The King was saying, "I assure you, my
dear, I turned cold to the very ends of my
whiskers !"
To which the Queen replied, You have n't
got any whiskers."
"The horror of that moment," the King
went on, "I shall never, never forget! "
"You will, though," the Queen said, "if you
don't make a memorandum of it."
Alice looked on with great interest as the
King took an enormous memorandum-book out
of his pocket, and began writing. A sudden
thought struck her, and she took hold of the
end of the pencil, which came some way over
his shoulder, and began writing for him.
The poor King looked puzzled and unhappy,
and struggled with the pencil for some time
without saying anything; but Alice was too


strong for him, and at last he panted out, My
dear! I really must get a thinner pencil. I can't
manage this one a bit; it writes all manner of
things that I don't intend -"
"What manner of things?" said the Queen,
looking over the book (in which Alice had put

" The White Knight is sliding down the poker.
He balances very badly "). "That's not a mem-
orandum of your feelings !"
There was a book lying near Alice on the
table, and while she sat watching the White


King (for she was still a little anxious about
him, and had the ink all ready to throw over
him, in case he fainted again), she turned over
the leaves, to find some part that she could
read, "-for it's all in some language I don't
know," she said to herself.
It was like this.
aevow Yddile edi bua ,i fihd sw T'
; edaw edis i eIdnig bas e rg bi(I
,aevogoiod edi erOW yamim HIA
.edeinguo adii semom sad bnA

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

'T was brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.


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

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

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

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

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

'T was brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
AnAdtihe mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock my son !
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!


"It seems very pretty," she said when she
had. finished it, "but it 's rather hard to
understand! (You see she did n't like to
confess, even to herself, that she could n't make
it out at all). "Somehow it seems to fill
my head with ideas--only I don't exactly
know what they are! However, some-
body killed something : that 's clear, at any
rate "
But oh! thought Alice, suddenly jumping
up, if I don't make haste I shall have to go
back through the Looking-glass, before I 've
seen what the rest of the house is like! Let 's
have a look at the garden first! She was out
of the room in a moment, and, ran down-stairs
- or, at least, it was n't exactly running, but
a new invention for getting down-stairs quickly
and easily, as Alice said to herself. She just
kept the tips of her fingers on the hand-rail,
and floated gently down without even touching
the stairs with her feet; then she floated on
through the hall, and would have gone straight


out at the door in the same way, if she had n't
caught hold of the door-post. She was getting
a little giddy with so much floating in the air,
and was rather glad to find herself walking
again in the natural way.



"I SHOULD see the garden far better," said
Alice to herself, if I could get to the top of
that hill: and here's a path that leads straight
to it at least, no, it does n't do that -" (after
going a few yards along the path, and turning
several sharp corners), but I suppose it will
at last. But how curiously it twists! It's
more like a corkscrew than a path! Well,
this turn goes to the hill, I suppose no, it
does n't I This goes straight back to the house I
Well then, I'11 try it the other way."
And so she did: wandering up and down,
and trying turn after turn, but always coming
back to the house, do what she would. Indeed,
once, when she turned a corner rather more


quickly than usual, she ran against it before
she could stop herself.
"It's no use taL ing about it," Alice said,
looking up at the house and pretending it was
arguing with her. "I 'm not going in again yet.
I know I should have to get through the Look-
ing-glass again back into the old room and
there 'd be an end of all my adventures "
So, resolutely turning her back upon the
house, she set out once more down the path,
determined to keep straight on till she got to
the hill. For a few minutes all went on well,
and she was just saying, I really shall do it this
time -" when the path gave a sudden twist and
shook itself (as she described it afterwards),
and the next moment'she found herself actually
walking in at the door.
"Oh, it's too bad!" she cried. I never saw
such a house for getting ii. the way! Never "
However, there was the hill full in sight, so
there was nothing to be done but start again.
This time she came upon a large flower-bed, with


a border of daisies, and a willow-tree growing in
the middle.
0 Tiger-lily said Alice, addressing herself
to one that was waving gracefully about in
the wind, I wish you could talk "
We can talk," said the Tiger-lily: "when
there's anybody worth talking to."
Alice was so astonished that she could n't
speak for a minute : it quite seemed to take her
breath away. At length, as the Tiger-lily only
went on waving about, she spoke again, in a
timid voice almost in a whisper. And can
all the flowers talk?"
"As well as you can," said the Tiger-lily.
" And a great deal louder."
"It is n't manners for us to begin, you know,"
said the Rose, "and I really was wondering
when you'd speak! Said I to myself,' Her face
has got some sense in it, though it's not a clever
one!' Still you're the right color, and that
goes a long way."
"I don't care about the color," the Tiger-lily


remarked. "If only her
petals curled up a little
more, she'd be all right."

Alice did n't like being criticised, so she be-
gan asking questions. Are n't you sometimes
frightened at being planted out here, with no-
body to take care of you ?"


' There's the tree in the middle," said the
Rose: what else is it good for? "
"But what could it do, if any danger came?"
Alice asked.
It could bark," said the Rose.
"It says 'Bough-wough!'" cried a Daisy.
"That's why its branches are called boughs "
Did n't you know that?" cried another
Daisy; and here they all began shouting to-
gether, till the air seemed quite full of little
shrill voices. Silence, every one of you!"
cried the Tiger-lily, waving itself passionately
from side to side, and trembling with excite-
ment. "They know I can't get at them! it
panted, bending its quivering head towards
Alice, "or they would n't dare to do it "
"Never mind!" Alice said in a soothing tone;
and stooping down to the daisies, who were just
beginning again, she whispered, "If you don't
hold your tongues, I '11 pick you! "
There was silence in a moment, and several
of the pink daisies turned white.


"That's right! said the Tiger-lily. "The
daisies are worst of all. When one speaks,
they all begin together, and it's enough to make
one wither to hear the way they go on! "
"How is it you can all talk so nicely?"
Alice said, hoping to get it into a better temper
by a compliment. I've been in many gardens
before, but none of the flowers could talk."
Put your hand down, and feel the ground,"
said the Tiger-lily. Then you'll know
Alice did so. "It's very hard," she said,
"but I don't see what that has to do with it."
In most gardens," the Tiger-lily said, "they
make the beds too soft- so that the flowers are
always asleep."
This sounded a very good reason, and Alice
was quite pleased to know it. "I never thought
of that before she said.
"It's my opinion that you never think at all,"
the Rose said in a rather severe tone.
I never saw anybody that looked stupider,"


a Violet said, so suddenly, that Alice quite
jumped; for it had n't spoken before.
'"Hold your tongue!" cried the Tiger-lily.
"As if you ever saw anybody You keep your
head under the leaves, and snore away there,
till you know no more what's going on in the
world, than if you were a bud! "
"Are there any more people in the garden
besides me? Alice said, not choosing to notice
the Rose's last remark.
There 's one other flower in the garden that
can move about like you," said the Rose. "I
wonder how you do it--" (" You're always
wondering," said the Tiger-lily), "but she's
more bushy than you are."
"Is she like me?" Alice asked eagerly, for
the thought crossed her mind, "There 's another
little girl in the garden, somewhere! "
Well, she has the same awkward shape as
you," the Rose said; but she's redder and
her petals are shorter, I think."
"Her petals are done up close, almost like


a dahlia," the Tiger-lily interrupted: "not
tumbled about anyhow, like yours."
But that's not your fault," the Rose added
kindly: "you're beginning to fade, you know
- and then one can't help one's petals getting
a little untidy."
Alice didn't like this idea at all: so, to
change the subject, she asked "Does she ever
come out here?"
I dare say you '11 see her soon," said the
Rose. She 's one of the thorny kind."
Where does she wear the thorns?" Alice
asked with some curiosity.
*" Why, all round her head, of course," the
Rose replied. "I was wondering you had n't
got some too. I thought it was the regular
"She's coming !" cried the Larkspur. "I
hear her footstep, thump, thump, along the
gravel-walk! "
Alice looked round eagerly, and found that
it was the Red Queen. She's grown a good


deal!" was her first remark. She had indeed:
when Alice first found her in the ashes, she
had been only three inches high- and here
she was, half a head taller than Alice her-
self !
It's the fresh air that does it," said the
Rose: "wonderfully fine air it is, out here."
I think I'11 go and meet her," said Alice;
for, though the flowers were interesting enough,
she felt that it would be far grander to have a
talk with a real Queen.
"You can't possibly do that," said the
Rose: "I should advise you to walk the other
This sounded nonsense to Alice, so she said
nothing, but set off at once towards the Red
Queen. To her surprise, she lost sight of her
in a moment, and found herself walking in at
the front-door again.
A little provoked, she drew back, and after
looking everywhere for the Queen (whom she
spied out at last, a long way off), she thought


she would try the plan, this time, of walking
in the opposite direction.

It succeeded beautifully. She had not been
walking a minute before she found herself


face to face with the Red Queen, and full in
sight of the hill she had been so long aiming
"Where do you come from? said the Red
Queen. "And where are you going? Look
up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers
all the time."
Alice attended to all these directions, and
explained, as well as she could, that she had
lost her way.
"I don't know what you mean by your
way," said the Queen: all the ways about here
belong to me --but why did you come out
here at all?" she added in a kinder tone.
" Courtesy while you're thinking what to say.
It saves time."
Alice wondered a little at this, but she was
too much in awe of the Queen to disbelieve it.
"I'11 try it when I go home," she thought to
herself, the next time I'm a little late for
"It 's time for you to answer now," the Queen


said, looking at her watch: open your mouth
a little wider when you speak, and always say
'your Majesty.' "
"I only wanted to see what the garden was
like, your Majesty -"
"That's right," said the Queen, patting her
on the head, which Alice did n't like at all
"though, when you say 'garden,'-I've seen
gardens, compared with which this would be a
Alice did n't dare to argue the point, but
went on: and I thought I 'd try and find
my way to the top of that hill -"
"When you say 'hill,' the Queen inter-
rupted, "I could show you hills, in comparison
with which you'd call that a valley."
"No, I should n't," said Alice, surprised
into contradicting her at last: a hill can't
be a valley, you know. That would be non-
sense -"
The Red Queen shook her head. "You may
call it nonsense' if you like," she said, but


I 've heard nonsense, compared with which that
would be as sensible as a dictionary "
Alice courtesied again, as she was afraid from
the Queen's tone that she was a little offended,
and they walked on in silence till they got to
the top of the little hill.

For some minutes Alice stood without speak-
ing, looking out in all directions over the
country -and a most curious country it was.
There were a number of tiny little brooks run-
ning straight across it from side to side, and the

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ground between was divided up into squares by
a number of little green hedges, that reached
from brook to brook.
"I declare it's marked out just like a large
chess-board! Alice said at last. "There
ought to be some men moving about somewhere
- and so there are! she added in a tone of
delight, and her heart began to beat quick with
excitement as she went on. "It's a great huge
game of chess that's being played all over
the world--if this is the world at all, you
know. Oh, what fun it is! How I wish I was
one of them! I would n't mind being a Pawn,
if only I might join -though of course I should
like to be a Queen, best."
. She glanced rather shyly at the real Queen as
she said this, but her companion only smiled
pleasantly, and said, That's easily managed.
You can be the White Queen's Pawn, if you
like, as Lily 's too young to play; and you're
in the Second Square to begin with: when you
get to the Eighth Square you'11 be a Queen-"


Just at this moment, somehow or other, they
began to run.
Alice never could quite make out, in think-
ing it over afterwards, how it was that they
began : all she remembers is, that they were
running hand in hand, and the Queen went so
fast that it was all she could do to keep up with
her: and still the Queen kept crying, Faster!
Faster! but Alice felt she could not go faster,
though she had no breath left to say so.
The most curious part of the thing was, that
the trees and the other things round them never
changed their places at all: however fast they
went, they never seemed to pass anything. I
wonder if all the things move along with us ?"
thought poor puzzled Alice. And the Queen
seemed to guess her thoughts, for she cried,
" Faster! Don't try to talk "
Not that Alice had any idea of doing that.
She felt as if she would never be able to talk
again, she was getting so much out of breath:
and still the Queen cried, "Faster! Faster! "


and dragged her along. "Are we nearly there ?"
Alice managed to pant out at last.
"Nearly there "the Queen repeated. Why,
we passed it ten minutes ago Faster !" And
they ran on for a time in silence, with the wind
whistling in Alice's ears, and almost blowing
her hair off her head, she fancied.

"Now Now! cried the Queen. "Faster!
Faster! And they went so fast that at last
they seemed to skim through the air, hardly
touching the ground with their feet, till sud-
denly, just as Alice was getting quite exhausted,


they stopped, and she found herself sitting on
the ground, breathless and giddy.
The Queen propped her up against a tree
and said kindly, "You may rest a little now."
Alice looked round her in great surprise.
"Why, I do believe we've been under this tree
the whole time Everything's just as it was "
"Of course it is," said the Queen: "what
would you have it ?"
"Well, in our country," said Alice, still
panting a little, "you'd generally get to some-
where else if you ran very fast for a long time,
as we've been doing."
"A slow sort of country!" said the Queen.
"Now, here, you see, it takes all the running
you can do, to keep in the same place. If you
want to'get somewhere else, you must run at
least twice as fast as that "
"I 'd rather not try, please!" said Alice.
I'm quite content to stay here only I am so
hot and thirsty! "
"I know what you'd like !" the Queen said


good-naturedly, taking a little box out of her
pocket. Have a biscuit ?"
Alice thought it would not be civil to say
"No," though it was n't at all what she wanted,
so she took it, and ate it as well as she could:
and it was very dry; and she thought she had
never been so nearly choked in all her life.
While you're refreshing yourself," said the
Queen, I'11 just take the measurements." And
she took a ribbon out of her pocket, marked in
inches, and began measuring the ground, and
sticking little pegs in here and there.
"At the end of two yards," she said, putting
in a peg to mark the distance, I shall give you
your directions have another biscuit?"
"No, thank you," said Alice; "one's quite
enough! "
Thirst quenched, I hope ? said the Queen.
Alice did not know what to say to this, but
luckily the Queen did not wait for an answer,
but went on. At the end of three yards' I shall
repeat them for fear of your forgetting them.


At the end of four, I shall say good-by. And at
the end of five, I shall go "
She had got all the pegs put in by this time,
and Alice looked on with great interest as she
returned to the tree, and then began slowly
walking down the row.
At the two-yard peg she faced round, and
said, "A pawn goes two squares in its first
move, you know. So you '11 go very quickly
through the Third Square- by railway, I should
think and you '11 find yourself in the Fourth
Square in no time. Well, that square be-
longs to Tweedledum and Tweedledee-the
Fifth is mostly water the Sixth belongs
to Humpty Dumpty But you make no
remark ?"
"I I did n't know I had to make one -
just then," Alice faltered out.
You should have said," the Queen went on
in a tone of grave reproof, "'it 's extremely kind
of you to tell me all this'-however, we'll
suppose it said-the Seventh Square is all


forest -however, one of the Knights will show
you the way--and in the Eighth Square we
shall be Queens together, and it 's all feasting
and fun!" Alice got up and courtesied, and
sat down again.
At the next peg the Queen turned again, and
this time she said, Speak in French when you
can't think of the English for a thing -turn
out your toes as you walk-and remember who
you are!" She did not wait for Alice to
courtesy this time, but walked on quickly to the
next peg, where she turned for a moment to say
"good-by," and then hurried on to the last.
How it happened, Alice never knew, but ex-
actly as she came to the last peg, she was gone.
Whether she vanished into the air, or whether
she ran quickly into the wood (" and she can
run very fast! thought Alice), there was no
way of guessing, but she was gone, and Alice
began to remember that she was a Pawn, and
that it would soon be time for her to move.



OF course the first thing to do was to make a
grand survey of the country she was going to
travel through. "It's something very like learn-
ing geography," thought Alice, as she stood on
tiptoe in hopes of being able to see a little
further. "Principal rivers there are none.
Principal mountains-I 'm on the only one, but I
don't think it's got any name. Principal towns
-why, what are those creatures, making honey
down there? They can't be bees -nobody
ever saw bees a mile off, you know and for
some time she stood silent, watching one of
them that was bustling about among the flowers,
poking its pro bscis into them, "just as if it
was a regular bee," thought Alice.


However, this was anything *but a regular
bee: in fact, it was an elephant as Alice soon
found out, though the idea quite took her breath
away at first. "And what enormous flowers
they must be !" was her next idea. Some-
thing like cottages with the roofs taken off, and
stalks put to them -and what quantities of
honey they must make! I think I'11 go down
and -no, I won't go just yet," she went on,
checking herself just as she was beginning to
run down the hill, and trying to find some
excuse for turning shy so suddenly. It'll
never do to go down among them without a
good long branch to brush them away -
and what fun it '11 be when they ask me how
I liked my walk. I shall say-' Oh, I liked
it well enough -' (here came the favorite
little toss of the head), 'only it was so
dusty and hot, and the elephants did, tease
"I think I'11 go down the other way," she
said after a pause: "and perhaps I may visit


the elephants later on. Besides, I do so want
to get into the Third Square "
So with this excuse she ran down the hill and
jumped over the first of the six little brooks.

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


Don't make excuses," said the Guard: "you
should have bought one from the engine-driver."
And once more the chorus of voices went on
with "The man that drives the engine. Why,
the smoke alone is worth a thousand pounds a
Alice thought to herself, Then there's no
use in speaking." The voices did n't join in
this time, as she had n't spoken, but, to her great
surprise, they all thought in chorus (I hope you
understand what thinking in chorus means for
I must confess that I don't), "Better say noth-
ing at all. Language is worth a thousand
pounds a word I "
I shall dream about a thousand pounds to-
night, I know I shall! thought Alice.
All this time the Guard was looking at her,
first through a telescope, then through a micro-
scope, and then through an opera-glass. At
last he said, You 're travelling the wrong way,"
and shut up the window and went away.
"So young a child," said the gentleman sit-


ting opposite to her (he was dressed in white
paper), "ought to know which way she's going,
even if she does n't know her own name!"
A Goat, that was sitting next to the gentle-
man in white, shut his eyes and said in a loud

voice, "She ought to know her way to the
ticket-office, even if she does n't know her
alphabet I"
There was a Beetle sitting next the Goat (it
was a very queer carriage-full of passengers
altogether), and, as the rule seemed to be that


they should all speak in turn, he went on with
"She'll have to go back from here as lug-
gage! "
Alice could n't see who was sitting beyond
the Beetle, but a hoarse voice spoke next.
" Change engines it said, and there it
choked and was obliged to leave off.
It sounds like a horse," Alice thought to
herself. And an extremely small voice, close
to her ear, said, "You might make ajoke on that- something about
'horse' and hoarse,' you know."
Then a very gentle voice in the distance said,
"She must be labelled 'Lass, with care,' you
know "
And after that other voices went on (" What
a number of people there are in the carriage "
thought Alice), saying, "She must go by post,
as she 's got a head on her She must be
sent as a message by the telegraph-" She
must draw the train herself the rest of the way
-," and so on.
But the gentleman dressed in white paper


leaned forwards and whispered in her ear,
"Never mind what they all say, my dear, but
take a return-ticket every time the train stops."
"Indeed I sha'n't I Alice said rather impa-
tiently. "I don't belong to this railway
journey at all- I was in a wood just now -
and I wish I could get back there "
"You might make a joke on that," said the little voice
close to her ear: "something about 'you would if you could,' you
Don't tease so," said Alice, looking about
in vain to see where the voice came from; if
you're so anxious to have a joke made, why
don't you make one yourself? "
The little voice sighed deeply; it was very
unhappy, evidently, and Alice would have said
something pitying to comfort it, if it would
only sigh like other people I" she thought.
But this was such a wonderfully small sigh,
that she would n't have heard it at all, if it
had n't come quite close to her ear. The conse-
quence of this was that it tickled her ear very


much, and quite took off her thoughts from the
unhappiness of the poor little creature.
"I know you are a friend," the little voice went on;
a dear friend, and an old friend. And you won't hurt me, though I am an
What kind of insect?" Alice inquired a
little anxiously. What she really wanted to
know was, whether it could sting or not, but
she thought this would n't be quite a civil
question to ask.
"What, then you don't--" the little voice began,
when it was drowned by a shrill scream from
the engine, and everybody jumped up in alarm,
Alice among the rest.
The Horse, who had put his head out of the
window, quietly drew it in and said, "It's only
a brook we have to jump over." Everybody
seemed satisfied with this, though Alice felt a
little nervous at the idea of trains jumping
at all. "However, it '11 take us into the Fourth
Square, that's some comfort! she said to her-
self. In another moment she felt the carriage


rise straight up into the air, and in her fright
she caught at the thing nearest to her hand,
which happened to be the Goat's beard.

But the beard seemed to melt away as she
touched it, and she found herself sitting quietly
under a tree while the Gnat (for that was
the insect she had been talking to) was balan-
cing itself on a twig just over her head, and
fanning her with its wings.
It certainly was a very large Gnat: "about
the size of a chicken," Alice thought. Still,
she could n't feel nervous with it, after they
had been talking together so long.
"-then you don't like all insects?" the
Gnat went on, as quietly as if nothing had
I like them when they can talk," Alice said.
' None of them ever talk, where I come from."
"What sort of insects do you rejoice in,
where you come from? the Gnat inquired.
"I don't rejoice in insects at all," Alice ex.


plained, "because I'm rather afraid of them -
at least the large kinds. But I can tell you the
names of some of them."
Of course they answer to their names ?"
the Gnat remarked carelessly.
"I never knew them do it."
What's the use of their having names,"
the Gnat said, "if they won't answer to them?"
"No use to them," said Alice; but it's use-
ful to the people that name them, I suppose.
If not, why do things have names at all?"
"I can't say," the Gnat replied. "Further
on, in the wood down there, they've got no
names-however, go on with your list of in-
sects; you're wasting time."
"Well, there's the Horse-fly," Alice began,
counting off the names on her fingers.
"All right," said the Gnat: "half way up
that bush you'll see a Rocking-horse-fly, if you
look. It's made entirely of wood, and gets
about by swinging itself from branch to


What does it live on ?" Alice asked, with
great curiosity.
Sap and sawdust," said the Gnat. Go on
with the list."
Alice looked at the Rocking-horse-fly with
great interest, and made up her mind that it

must have been just repainted, it looked so
bright and sticky; and then she went on.
And there's the Dragon-fly."
Look on the branch above your head," said
the Gnat, and there you'll find a Snap-dragon-
fly. Its body is made of plum-pudding, its


; "r eo

wings of holly-leaves, and its head is a raisin
burning in brandy."
- "And what does it live on? Alice asked, as
Frumenty and mince-pie," the Gnat replied;
"and it makes its nest in a Christmas-box."
"And then there 's the Butterfly," Alice
went on, after she had .taken a good look at the
insect with its head on fire, and had thought to
herself, "I wonder if that's the reason insects
are so fond of flying into candles- because
they want to turn into Snap-dragon-flies !"
"Crawling at your feet," said the Gnat (Alice


drew her feet back in some alarm), "you may
observe a Bread-and-butter-fly. Its wings are
thin slices of bread-and-butter, its body is a
crust, and its head is a lump of sugar."
"And what does it live on?"

"Weak tea with cream in it. "
A new difficulty came into Alice's head.
"Supposing it could n't find any?" she sug-
"Then it would die, of course."
"But that must happen very often," Alice
remarked thoughtfully.
"It always happens," said the Gnat.,


After this, Alice was silent for a minute or
two, pondering. The Gnat amused itself mean-
while by humming round and round her head:
at last it settled again and remarked, "I sup-
pose you don't want to lose your name ? "
"No, indeed," Alice said, a little anxiously.
"And yet I don't know," the Gnat went on
in a careless tone : only think how convenient
it would be if you could manage to go home
without it! For instance, if the governess wanted
to call you to your lessons, she would call out
'Come here-,' and there she would have to
leave off, because there would n't be any name
for her to call, and of course you would n't have
to go, you know."
That would never do, I'm sure," said Alice:
"the governess would never think of .excusing
me from my lessons for that. If she could n't
remember my name, she'd call me 'Miss!' as
the servants do."
Well, if she said Miss,' and did n't say
anything more," the Gnat remarked, of course


you'd miss your lessons. That's a joke. I
wish you had made it."
Why do you wish I had made it?" Alice
asked. "It's a very bad one."
But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two
large tears came rolling down its cheeks.
"You should n't make jokes, Alice said, "if
it makes you so unhappy."
Then came another of those melancholy little
sighs, and this time the poor Gnat really seemed
to have sighed itself away, for, when Alice looked
up, there was nothing whatever to be seen on
the twig, and, as she was getting quite chilly with
sitting still so long, she got up and walked on.
She very soon came to an open field, with a
wood on the other side of it: it looked much
darker than the last wood, and Alice felt a little
timid about going into it. However, on second
thoughts, she made up her mind to go on: "for
I certainly won't go back," she thought to her-
self, and this was the only way to the Eighth


"This must be the wood," she said thought-
fully to herself, where things have no names.
I wonder what '11 become of my name when I go
in ? I should n't like to lose it at all because
they'd have to give me another, and it would be
almost certain to be an ugly one. But then the
fun would be trying to find the creature that
had got my old name! That's just like the
advertisements, you know, when people lose
dogs -' answers to the name of Dash: had on
a brass collar' -just fancy calling everything
you met 'Alice,' till one of them answered!
Only they would n't answer at all, if they were
She was rambling on in this way when she
reached the wood: it looked very cool and
shady. "Well, at any rate, it's a great comfort,"
she said as she stepped under the trees, after
being so hot, to get into the- into the into
what ? she went on, rather surprised at not
being able to think of the word. I mean to get
under the under the under this, you know! "


putting her hand on the trunk of the tree.
" What does it call itself, I wonder ? I do believe
it's got no name why, to be sure it has n't! "
She stood silent for a minute, thinking: then
she suddenly began again. Then it really has
happened, after all! And now, who am I? I
will remember, if I can I'm determined to do
it!" But being determined did n't help her
much, and all she could say, after a great deal
of puzzling, was, "L, I know it begins with L "
Just then a Fawn came wandering by: it
looked at Alice with its large gentle eyes, but
did n't seem at all frightened. Here then! Here
then! Alice said, as she held out her hand and
tried to stroke it; but it only started back a
little, and then stood looking at her again.
What do you call yourself ?" the Fawn said
at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had!
"I wish I knew thought poor Alice. She
answered, rather sadly, "Nothing, just now."
"Think again," it said: "that won't do."
Alice thought, but nothing came of it. Please,


would you tell me what you call yourself ? she
saidtimidly. "I think that might help a little."
"I'11 tell you, if you '11 come a little further

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So they walked on together through the wood,
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soft neck of the Fawn, till they. came out into
another open field, and here the Fawn gave
a sudden bound into the air, and shook itself
free from Alice's arms. "I 'm a Fawn !" it
cried out in a voice of delight, "and, dear me!
you're a human child!" A sudden look of
alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and
in another moment it had darted away at full
Alice stood looking after it, almost ready to
cry with vexation at having lost her dear little
fellow-traveller so suddenly. However, I know
my name now," she said, "that's some comfort.
Alice Alice I won't forget it again. And
now, which of these finger-posts ought I to fol-
low, I wonder? "
It was not a very difficult question to answer,
as there was only one road through the wood,
and the two finger-posts both pointed along it.
I'11 settle it," Alice said to herself, when the
road divides and they point different ways."
But this did not seem likely to happen. She


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



THEY were standing under a tree, each with
an arm round the other's neck, and Alice knew
which was which in a moment, because one of
them had "DUM" embroidered on his collar,
and the other "DEE." "I suppose they've
each got 'TWEEDLE' round at the back of
the collar," she said to herself.
They stood so still that she quite forgot they
were alive, and she was just looking round to
see if the word TWEEDLE" was written at
the back of each collar, when she was startled
by a voice coming from the one marked "DUM."
If you think we 're wax-works," he said,
"you ought to pay, you know. Wax-works
were n't made to be looked at for nothing.
Nohow! "


"Contrariwise," added the one marked
"DEE," "if you think we're alive, you ought
to speak."
"I 'm sure I 'm very sorry," was all Alice
could say; for the words of the old song kept
ringing through her head like the ticking of a
clock, and she could hardly help saying them
out loud: -
"Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.


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

"I know what you're thinking about," said
Tweedledum: but it is n't so, nohow."
Contrariwise," continued Tweedledee, "if
it was so, it might be; and if it were so, it
would be; but as it is n't, it ain't. That's
"I was thinking," Alice said very politely,
" which is the best way out of this wood: it's
getting so dark. Would you tell me, please ? "
But the fat little men only looked at each
other and grinned.
They looked so exactly like a couple of great
schoolboys, that Alice couldn't help pointing her
finger at Tweedledum, and saying "First Boy!"
"Nohow! Tweedledum cried out briskly,
and shut his mouth up again with a snap.
"Next boy! said Alice, passing on to Twee-
dledee, though she felt quite certain he would


only shout out "Contrariwise!" and so he
"You've begun wrong! cried Tweedledum.
"The first thing in a visit is to say How d' ye
do?' and shake hands!" And here the two
brothers gave each other a hug, and then they
held out the two hands that were free, to shake
hands with her.
Alice did not like shaking hands with either
of them first, for fear of hurting the other one's
feelings; so, as the best way out of the difficulty,
she took hold of both hands at once : the next
moment they were dancing round in a ring.
This seemed quite natural (she remembered
afterwards), and she was not even surprised to
hear music playing: it seemed to come from the
tree under which they were dancing, and it was
done (as well as she could make it out) by the
branches rubbing one across the other, like
fiddles and fiddle-sticks.
"But it certainly was funny," (Alice said
afterwards, when she was telling her sister the


history of all this,) to find myself singing
' Here we go round the mulberry bush.' I don't
know when I began it, but somehow I felt as if
I'd been singing it a long long time "
The other two dancers were fat, and very
soon out of breath. "Four times round is
enough for one dance," Tweedledum panted
out, and they left off dancing as suddenly as
they had begun: the music stopped at the same
Then they let go of Alice's hands, and stood
looking at her for a minute: there was a rather
awkward pause, as Alice didn't know how to
begin a conversation with people she had just
been dancing with. "It would never do to
say 'How d' ye do?' now," she said to her-
self: "we seem to have got beyond that, some-
how! "
"I hope you 're not much tired? she said at
Nohow. And thank you very much for
asking," said Tweedledum.


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

The sun was shining -"

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


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

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

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

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


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

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


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

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

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

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


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

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


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

But notion us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
'After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
'The night is fine,' the Walrus said.
'Do you admire the view ?

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

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


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

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


"I like the Walrus best," said Alice: "be-
cause you see he was a little sorry for the poor
"He ate more than the Carpenter, though,"
said Tweedledee. "You see he held his hand-
kerchief in front, so that the Carpenter could n't
count how many he took: contrariwise."
"That was mean!" Alice said indignantly,
"Then I like the Carpenter best if he did n't
eat so many as the Walrus."
But he ate as many as he could get," said
This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice
began, "Well! They were both very unpleas-
ant characters -" Here she checked herself in
some alarm, at hearing something that sounded
to her like the puffing of a large steam-engine
in the wood near them, though she feared it
was more likely to be a wild beast. "Are there
any lions or tigers about here?" she asked
"It's only the Red King snoring," said Twee-


Come and look at him the brothers cried,
and they each took one of Alice's hands, aid
led her up to where the King was sleeping.
"Is n't he a lovely sight? said Tweedledum.

Alice could n't say honestly that he was. He
had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and
he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy
heap, and snoring aloud "fit to snore his
head off as Tweedledum remarked.
"I'm afraid he '11 catch cold with lying on


the damp grass," said Alice, who was a very
thoughtful little girl.
"He's dreaming now," said Tweedledee:
" and what do you think he's dreaming
Alice said, "Nobody can guess that."
"Why, about you!" Tweedledee exclaimed,
clapping his hands triumphantly. And if he
left off dreaming about you, where do you sup-
pose you'd be ? "
"Where I am now, of course," said Alice.
"Not you !" Tweedledee retorted contempt-
uously. "You'd be nowhere. Why, you're
only a sort of thing in his dream !"
"If that there King was to wake," added
Tweedledum, "you'd go out-bang!-just
like a candle! "
"I should n't!" Alice exclaimed indig-
nantly. "Besides, if I'm only a sort of thing
in his dream, what are you, I should like to
know? "
Ditto," said Tweedledum.


"Ditto, ditto! cried Tweedledee.
He shouted this so loud that Alice could n't
help saying, Hush You '11 be waking him,
I 'm afraid, if you make so much noise."
Well, it's no use your talking about waking
him," said Tweedledum, "when you're only
one of the things in his dream. You know
very well you 're not real."
"I am real!" said Alice, and began to cry.
You won't make yourself a bit realler by
crying," Tweedledee remarked: "there's noth-
ing to cry about."
"If I was n't real," Alice said -half-laugh-
ing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous
-"I should n't be able to cry."
"I hope you don't suppose those are real
tears?" Tweedledum interrupted in a tone of
great contempt.
"I know they're talking nonsense," Alice
thought to herself: and it's foolish to cry
about it." So she brushed away her tears, and
went on as cheerfully as she could, At any


rate, I 'd better be getting out of the wood, for
really it's coming on very dark. Do you think
it's going to rain? "
Tweedledum spread a large umbrella over
himself and his brother, and looked up into it.
" No, I don't think it is," he said: "at least-
not under here. Nohow."
But it may rain outside ? "
"It may -if it chooses," said Tweedledee:
"we 've no objection. Contrariwise."
Selfish things thought Alice, and she was
just going to say Good-night and leave them,
when Tweedledum sprang out from under the
umbrella, and seized her by the wrist.
Do you see that? he said, in a voice chok-
ing with passion, and his eyes grew large and
yellow all in a moment, as he pointed with a
trembling finger at a small white thing lying
under the tree.
"It's only a rattle," Alice said, after a careful
examination of the little white thing. "Not a
rattle-snake, you know," she addedhastily, think-


ing that he was frightened: only an old rattle
- quite old and broken."
I knew it was! cried Tweedledum, begin-
ning to stamp about wildly and tear his hair.
" It's spoilt, of course! Here he looked at


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Tweedledee, who immediately sat down on the
ground, and tried to hide himself under the
Alice laid her hand upon his arm, and said in
-a soothing tone, You need n't be so angry about
an old rattle."


"But it is n't old! Tweedledum cried, in a
greater fury than ever. It's new, I tell you
- I bought it yesterday my nice NEW RAT-
TLE and his voice rose to a perfect scream.
All this time Tweedledee was trying his best
to fold up the umbrella, with himself in it:
which was such an extraordinary thing to do,
that it quite took off Alice's attention from the
angry brother. But he could n't quite succeed,
and it ended in his rolling over, bundled up in
the umbrella, with only his head out; and there
he lay, opening and shutting his mouth and his
large eyes looking more like a fish than any-
thing else," Alice thought.
"Of course you agree to have a battle?"
Tweedledum said in a calmer tone.
"I suppose so," the other sulkily replied, as he
crawled out of the umbrella: "only she must
help us to dress up, you know."
So the two brothers went off hand-in-hand
into the wood, and returned in a minute with.
their arms full of things -such as bolsters,


blankets, hearth-rugs, table-cloths, dish-covers,
and coal-scuttles. I hope you're a good hand
at pinning and tying strings?" Tweedledum
remarked. Every one of these things has got
to go on, somehow or other."
Alice said afterwards she had never seen such
a fuss made about anything in all her life -
the way those two bustled about and the
quantity of things they put on and the trouble
they gave her in tying strings and fastening
buttons. "Really, they '11 be more like bundles
of old clothes than anything else, by the time
they're ready! she said to herself, as she
arranged a bolster round the neck of Tweedle-
dee, to keep his head from being cut off," as
he said.
"You know," he added very gravely, "it's one
of the most serious things that can possibly hap-
pen to one in a battle to get one's head cut
Alice laughed loud; but she managed to turn
it into a cough, for fear of hurting his feelings.


"Do I look very pale ? said Tweedledum,
coming up to have his helmet tied on. (He
called it a helmet, though it certainly looked
much more like a saucepan.)
"Well yes a little," Alice replied gently.
"I 'm very brave generally," he went on in
a low voice: "only to-day I happen to have a
"And I've got a toothache! said Tweedle-
dee, who had overheard the remark. "I 'm far
worse than you!"

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