Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

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Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

THE MILLENNIUM FULCRUM EDITION 3.0

Contents

CHAPTER I.
Down the Rabbit-Hole

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, andof having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sisterwas reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is theuse 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 daymade her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making adaisy-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 veryremarkable in that; nor did Alice think it soverymuch out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, “Oh dear! Ohdear! I shall be late!” (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred toher that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemedquite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of itswaistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started toher feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen arabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, andburning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately wasjust 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 theworld she was to get out again.

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

Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty oftime as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happennext. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but itwas too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, andnoticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and thereshe saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of theshelves as she passed; it was labelled “ORANGE MARMALADE”, but to her greatdisappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear ofkilling somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards asshe fell past it.

“Well!” thought Alice to herself, “after such a fall as this, I shall thinknothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they’ll all think me at home! Why, Iwouldn’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 nevercome to an end? “I wonder howmany miles I’ve fallen by this time?” she said aloud. “I must be gettingsomewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousandmiles down, I think—” (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of thissort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a verygood opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listento her, still it was good practice to say it over) “—yes, that’s about theright distance—but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I’ve got to?”(Alice had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought theywere nice grand words to say.)

Presently she began again. “I wonder if I shall fall right throughtheearth! How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk with theirheads downward! The Antipathies, I think—” (she was rather glad therewasno one listening, this time, as it didn’t sound at all the rightword) “—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 asshe spoke—fancy curtseyingas you’re falling through the air! Do youthink you could manage it?) “And what an ignorant little girl she’ll think mefor asking! No, it’ll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written upsomewhere.”

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

Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: shelooked 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 amoment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hearit say, as it turned a corner, “Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it’sgetting!” She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbitwas no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was litup by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.

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

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

Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not muchlarger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into theloveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, andwander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, butshe could not even get her head through the doorway; “and even if my head wouldgo through,” thought poor Alice, “it would be of very little use without myshoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, ifI only knew how to begin.” For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things hadhappened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things indeed werereally impossible.

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

It was all very well to say “Drink me,” but the wise little Alice was not goingto do thatin a hurry. “No, I’ll look first,” she said, “and see whetherit’s marked ‘poison’ or not”; for she had read several nice littlehistories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts andother unpleasant things, all because they wouldnot remember the simplerules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burnyou if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger verydeeplywith a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drinkmuch from a bottle marked “poison,” it is almost certain to disagree with you,sooner or later.

However, this bottle was notmarked “poison,” so Alice ventured to tasteit, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour ofcherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot butteredtoast,) she very soon finished it off.

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“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 brightenedup at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the littledoor into that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few minutes tosee if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous aboutthis; “for it might end, you know,” said Alice to herself, “in my going outaltogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?” And she triedto fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, forshe could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

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

“Come, there’s no use in crying like that!” said Alice to herself, rathersharply; “I advise you to leave off this minute!” She generally gave herselfvery good advice, (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes shescolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once sheremembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game ofcroquet she was playing against herself, for this curious child was very fondof pretending to be two people. “But it’s no use now,” thought poor Alice, “topretend to be two people! Why, there’s hardly enough of me left to makeonerespectable person!”

Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: sheopened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words “EAT ME” werebeautifully marked in currants. “Well, I’ll eat it,” said Alice, “and if itmakes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, Ican creep under the door; so either way I’ll get into the garden, and I don’tcare which happens!”

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, “Which way? Which way?”,holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, andshe was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: to be sure,this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so much into theway of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemedquite 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 II.
The Pool of Tears

“Curiouser and curiouser!” cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for themoment she quite forgot how to speak good English); “now I’m opening out likethe largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!” (for when she looked downat her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so faroff). “Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes andstockings for you now, dears? I’m sure Ishan’t be able! I shall be agreat deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the bestway you can;—but I must be kind to them,” thought Alice, “or perhaps they won’twalk the way I want to go! Let me see: I’ll give them a new pair of boots everyChristmas.”

And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. “They must go bythe carrier,” she thought; “and how funny it’ll seem, sending presents to one’sown 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 nowmore than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key andhurried off to the garden door.

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

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

After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and shehastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White Rabbitreturning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand anda large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering tohimself as he came, “Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won’t she be savage ifI’ve kept her waiting!” Alice felt so desperate that she was ready to ask helpof any one; so, when the Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timidvoice, “If you please, sir—” The Rabbit started violently, dropped the whitekid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard as he couldgo.

Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she keptfanning herself all the time she went on talking: “Dear, dear! How queereverything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder ifI’ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up thismorning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I’mnot the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that’sthe great puzzle!” And she began thinking over all the children she knew thatwere of the same age as herself, to see if she could have been changed for anyof them.

“I’m sure I’m not Ada,” she said, “for her hair goes in such long ringlets, andmine doesn’t go in ringlets at all; and I’m sure I can’t be Mabel, for I knowall sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows such a very little! Besides,she’sshe, and I’mI, and—oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I’lltry if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five istwelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is—oh dear! Ishall never get to twenty at that rate! However, the Multiplication Tabledoesn’t signify: let’s try Geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Parisis the capital of Rome, and Rome—no, that’sall wrong, I’m certain! Imust have been changed for Mabel! I’ll try and say ‘How doth thelittle—’” and she crossed her hands on her lap as if she were sayinglessons, and began to repeat it, but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, andthe words did not come the same as they used to do:—

“How doth the little crocodile
    Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
    On every golden scale!

“How cheerfully he seems to grin,
    How neatly spread his claws,
And welcome little fishes in
    With gently smiling jaws!”

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

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

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

As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! shewas up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehowfallen into the sea, “and in that case I can go back by railway,” she said toherself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to thegeneral conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find anumber of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand withwooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railwaystation.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears whichshe had wept when she was nine feet high.

“I wish I hadn’t cried so much!” said Alice, as she swam about, trying to findher way out. “I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in myown tears! That willbe a queer thing, to be sure! However, everythingis queer to-day.”

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

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

“Perhaps it doesn’t understand English,” thought Alice; “I daresay it’s aFrench mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.” (For, with all herknowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything hadhappened.) So she began again: “Où est ma chatte?” which was the first sentencein her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, andseemed to quiver all over with fright. “Oh, I beg your pardon!” cried Alicehastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal’s feelings. “I quite forgotyou didn’t like cats.”

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

“Well, perhaps not,” said Alice in a soothing tone: “don’t be angry about it.And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you’d take a fancy tocats 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 sonicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face—and she is such anice soft thing to nurse—and she’s such a capital one for catching mice—oh, Ibeg your pardon!” cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling allover, and she felt certain it must be really offended. “We won’t talk about herany more if you’d rather not.”

“We indeed!” cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail.“As if Iwould talk on such a subject! Our family always hatedcats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don’t let me hear the name again!”

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

So she called softly after it, “Mouse dear! Do come back again, and we won’ttalk about cats or dogs either, if you don’t like them!” When the Mouse heardthis, 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 usget to the shore, and then I’ll tell you my history, and you’ll understand whyit is I hate cats and dogs.”

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

CHAPTER III.
A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale

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

The first question of course was, how to get dry again: they had a consultationabout this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite natural to Alice to findherself 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 Alicewould not allow without knowing how old it was, and, as the Lory positivelyrefused 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, calledout, “Sit down, all of you, and listen to me! I’llsoon make you dryenough!” They all sat down at once, in a large ring, with the Mouse in themiddle. Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt sure she wouldcatch 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 thedriest 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, whowanted leaders, and had been of late much accustomed to usurpation andconquest. Edwin and Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria—’”

“Ugh!” said the Lory, with a shiver.

“I beg your pardon!” said the Mouse, frowning, but very politely: “Did youspeak?”

“Not I!” said the Lory hastily.

“I thought you did,” said the Mouse. “—I proceed. ‘Edwin and Morcar, the earlsof Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him: and even Stigand, the patrioticarchbishop of Canterbury, found it advisable—’”

“Found what?” said the Duck.

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

“I know what ‘it’ means well enough, when Ifind a thing,” said theDuck: “it’s generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did thearchbishop find?”

The Mouse did not notice this question, but hurriedly went on, “‘—found itadvisable 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—’ Howare you getting on now, my dear?” it continued, turning to Alice as it spoke.

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

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

“Speak English!” said the Eaglet. “I don’t know the meaning of half those longwords, and, what’s more, I don’t believe you do either!” And the Eaglet bentdown 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 thebest thing to get us dry would be a Caucus-race.”

“What isa Caucus-race?” said Alice; not that she wanted much to know,but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that somebodyought 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 youmight like to try the thing yourself, some winter day, I will tell you how theDodo managed it.)

First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle, (“the exact shapedoesn’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 beganrunning when they liked, and left off when they liked, so that it was not easyto know when the race was over. However, when they had been running half anhour or so, and were quite dry again, the Dodo suddenly called out “The race isover!” 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 itsat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position inwhich you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the restwaited in silence. At last the Dodo said, “Everybodyhas won, and allmust have prizes.”

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

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

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

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

“Of course,” the Dodo replied very gravely. “What else have you got in yourpocket?” he went on, turning to Alice.

“Only a thimble,” said Alice sadly.

“Hand it over here,” said the Dodo.

Then they all crowded round her once more, while the Dodo solemnly presentedthe thimble, saying “We beg your acceptance of this elegant thimble;” and, whenit had finished this short speech, they all cheered.

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

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

“You promised to tell me your history, you know,” said Alice, “and why it isyou hate—C and D,” she added in a whisper, half afraid that it would beoffended again.

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

“It isa long tail, certainly,” said Alice, looking down with wonder atthe Mouse’s tail; “but why do you call it sad?” And she kept on puzzling aboutit while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of the tale was somethinglike this:—

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

“You are not attending!” said the Mouse to Alice severely. “What are youthinking of?”

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t mean it!” pleaded poor Alice. “But you’re so easily offended, youknow!”

The Mouse only growled in reply.

“Please come back and finish your story!” Alice called after it; and the othersall joined in chorus, “Yes, please do!” but the Mouse only shook its headimpatiently, and walked a little quicker.

“What a pity it wouldn’t stay!” sighed the Lory, as soon as it was quite out ofsight; and an old Crab took the opportunity of saying to her daughter “Ah, mydear! Let this be a lesson to you never to lose yourtemper!” “Hold yourtongue, Ma!” said the young Crab, a little snappishly. “You’re enough to trythe patience of an oyster!”

“I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!” said Alice aloud, addressing nobodyin particular. “She’d soon fetch it back!”

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

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

This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party. Some of the birdshurried 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 mythroat!” and a Canary called out in a trembling voice to its children, “Comeaway, my dears! It’s high time you were all in bed!” On various pretexts theyall moved off, and Alice was soon left alone.

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

CHAPTER IV.
The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill

It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiouslyabout as it went, as if it had lost something; and she heard it muttering toitself “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 canI havedropped them, I wonder?” Alice guessed in a moment that it was looking for thefan and the pair of white kid gloves, and she very good-naturedly began huntingabout for them, but they were nowhere to be seen—everything seemed to havechanged since her swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass tableand the little door, had vanished completely.

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

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

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

By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in thewindow, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or three pairs of tiny whitekid gloves: she took up the fan and a pair of the gloves, and was just going toleave the room, when her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near thelooking-glass. There was no label this time with the words “DRINK ME,” butnevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips. “I know somethinginteresting is sure to happen,” she said to herself, “whenever I eat or drinkanything; so I’ll just see what this bottle does. I do hope it’ll make me growlarge 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 drunkhalf the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and had tostoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put down the bottle,saying to herself “That’s quite enough—I hope I shan’t grow any more—As it is,I can’t get out at the door—I do wish I hadn’t drunk quite so much!”

Alas! it was too late to wish that! She went on growing, and growing, and verysoon had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute there was not even roomfor this, and she tried the effect of lying down with one elbow against thedoor, 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 thechimney, and said to herself “Now I can do no more, whatever happens. Whatwillbecome of me?”

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

“It was much pleasanter at home,” thought poor Alice, “when one wasn’t alwaysgrowing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. Ialmost wish I hadn’t gone down that rabbit-hole—and yet—and yet—it’s rathercurious, you know, this sort of life! I do wonder what canhave happenedto me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing neverhappened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a bookwritten about me, that there ought! And when I grow up, I’ll write one—but I’mgrown up now,” she added in a sorrowful tone; “at least there’s no room to growup any more here.”

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

“Oh, you foolish Alice!” she answered herself. “How can you learn lessons inhere? Why, there’s hardly room for you, and no room at all for anylesson-books!”

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

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

Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; but, as thedoor opened inwards, and Alice’s elbow was pressed hard against it, thatattempt proved a failure. Alice heard it say to itself “Then I’ll go round andget in at the window.”

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

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

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

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

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

“An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the wholewindow!”

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

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

There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers now andthen; such as, “Sure, I don’t like it, yer honour, at all, at all!” “Do as Itell you, you coward!” and at last she spread out her hand again, and madeanother snatch in the air. This time there were twolittle shrieks, andmore 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 thewindow, I only wish they could!I’m sure Idon’t want to stay inhere any longer!”

She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came a rumblingof little cartwheels, and the sound of a good many voices all talking together:she made out the words: “Where’s the other ladder?—Why, I hadn’t to bring butone; Bill’s got the other—Bill! fetch it here, lad!—Here, put ’em up at thiscorner—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 thisrope—Will the roof bear?—Mind that loose slate—Oh, it’s coming down! Headsbelow!” (a loud crash)—“Now, who did that?—It was Bill, I fancy—Who’s to godown the chimney?—Nay, Ishan’t! Youdo it!—ThatI won’t,then!—Bill’s to go down—Here, Bill! the master says you’re to go down thechimney!”

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

She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited till sheheard a little animal (she couldn’t guess of what sort it was) scratching andscrambling about in the chimney close above her: then, saying to herself “Thisis 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 theRabbit’s voice along—“Catch him, you by the hedge!” then silence, and thenanother confusion of voices—“Hold up his head—Brandy now—Don’t choke him—Howwas 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 tooflustered to tell you—all I know is, something comes at me like aJack-in-the-box, and up I goes like a sky-rocket!”

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

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

There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, “I wonderwhat they willdo next! If they had any sense, they’d take the roofoff.” After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and Alice heard theRabbit say, “A barrowful will do, to begin with.”

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

Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into littlecakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her head. “If I eatone of these cakes,” she thought, “it’s sure to make somechange in mysize; and as it can’t possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, Isuppose.”

So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she beganshrinking 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 birdswaiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held upby two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all madea rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could,and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.

“The first thing I’ve got to do,” said Alice to herself, as she wandered aboutin the wood, “is to grow to my right size again; and the second thing is tofind 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 aboutit; and while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, a little sharpbark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.

An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feeblystretching 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 terriblyfrightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which caseit 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 itout to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet atonce, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe toworry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from beingrun over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made anotherrush 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 thistleagain; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running avery little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarselyall the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with itstongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.

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

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

The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her at theflowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see anything that looked likethe right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances. There was a largemushroom growing near her, about the same height as herself; and when she hadlooked under it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to herthat 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 caterpillar, that wassitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, andtaking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.

CHAPTER V.
Advice from a Caterpillar

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

“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rathershyly, “I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least I know who I waswhen I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several timessince then.”

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

“I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir,” said Alice, “because I’m notmyself, you see.”

“I don’t see,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“It isn’t,” said the Caterpillar.

“Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,” said Alice; “but when you have toturn into a chrysalis—you will some day, you know—and then after that into abutterfly, 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, itwould feel very queer to me.”

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

Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felta little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such veryshort remarks,and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, “I think, you ought to tell mewho youare, first.”

“Why?” said the Caterpillar.

Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any goodreason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a veryunpleasant stateof mind, she turned away.

“Come back!” the Caterpillar called after her. “I’ve something important tosay!”

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

“Keep your temper,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“No,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“I’m afraid I am, sir,” said Alice; “I can’t remember things as I used—and Idon’t keep the same size for ten minutes together!”

“Can’t remember whatthings?” said the Caterpillar.

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

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

Alice folded her hands, and began:—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not quiteright, I’m afraid,” said Alice, timidly; “some of the wordshave got altered.”

“It is wrong from beginning to end,” said the Caterpillar decidedly, and therewas 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’tlike changing so often, you know.”

“I don’tknow,” said the Caterpillar.

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

“Are you content now?” said the Caterpillar.

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

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

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

“You’ll get used to it in time,” said the Caterpillar; and it put the hookahinto its mouth and began smoking again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Serpent!” screamed the Pigeon.

“I’m nota serpent!” said Alice indignantly. “Let me alone!”

“Serpent, I say again!” repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone, andadded with a kind of sob, “I’ve tried every way, and nothing seems to suitthem!”

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

“I’ve tried the roots of trees, and I’ve tried banks, and I’ve tried hedges,”the Pigeon went on, without attending to her; “but those serpents! There’s nopleasing them!”

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

“As if it wasn’t trouble enough hatching the eggs,” said the Pigeon; “but Imust be on the look-out for serpents night and day! Why, I haven’t had a winkof sleep these three weeks!”

“I’m very sorry you’ve been annoyed,” said Alice, who was beginning to see itsmeaning.

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

“But I’m nota serpent, I tell you!” said Alice. “I’m a—I’m a—”

“Well! Whatare you?” said the Pigeon. “I can see you’re trying toinvent something!”

“I—I’m a little girl,” said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she remembered thenumber 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 onewith sucha neck as that! No, no! You’re a serpent; and there’s no use denying it. Isuppose you’ll be telling me next that you never tasted an egg!”

“I havetasted eggs, certainly,” said Alice, who was a very truthfulchild; “but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, you know.”

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

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

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

“Well, be off, then!” said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it settled down againinto its nest. Alice crouched down among the trees as well as she could, forher neck kept getting entangled among the branches, and every now and then shehad to stop and untwist it. After a while she remembered that she still heldthe 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 andsometimes shorter, until she had succeeded in bringing herself down to herusual height.

It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that it feltquite strange at first; but she got used to it in a few minutes, and begantalking to herself, as usual. “Come, there’s half my plan done now! Howpuzzling all these changes are! I’m never sure what I’m going to be, from oneminute to another! However, I’ve got back to my right size: the next thing is,to get into that beautiful garden—how isthat to be done, I wonder?” Asshe said this, she came suddenly upon an open place, with a little house in itabout four feet high. “Whoever lives there,” thought Alice, “it’ll never do tocome upon them thissize: why, I should frighten them out of theirwits!” So she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did not venture togo near the house till she had brought herself down to nine inches high.

CHAPTER VI.
Pig and Pepper

For a minute or two she stood looking at the house, and wondering what to donext, when suddenly a footman in livery came running out of the wood—(sheconsidered him to be a footman because he was in livery: otherwise, judging byhis face only, she would have called him a fish)—and rapped loudly at the doorwith his knuckles. It was opened by another footman in livery, with a roundface, and large eyes like a frog; and both footmen, Alice noticed, had powderedhair that curled all over their heads. She felt very curious to know what itwas 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, nearlyas large as himself, and this he handed over to the other, saying, in a solemntone, “For the Duchess. An invitation from the Queen to play croquet.” TheFrog-Footman repeated, in the same solemn tone, only changing the order of thewords a little, “From the Queen. An invitation for the Duchess to playcroquet.”

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 fearof 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 intothe sky.

Alice went timidly up to the door, and knocked.

“There’s no sort of use in knocking,” said the Footman, “and that for tworeasons. First, because I’m on the same side of the door as you are; secondly,because they’re making such a noise inside, no one could possibly hear you.”And certainly there wasa most extraordinary noise going on within—aconstant howling and sneezing, and every now and then a great crash, as if adish 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 withoutattending to her, “if we had the door between us. For instance, if you wereinside, you might knock, and I could let you out, you know.” He waslooking up into the sky all the time he was speaking, and this Alice thoughtdecidedly uncivil. “But perhaps he can’t help it,” she said to herself; “hiseyes are so verynearly at the top of his head. But at any rate he mightanswer questions.—How am I to get in?” she repeated, aloud.

“I shall sit here,” the Footman remarked, “till tomorrow—”

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

“—or next day, maybe,” the Footman continued in the same tone, exactly as ifnothing had happened.

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

“Areyou to get in at all?” said the Footman. “That’s the firstquestion, you know.”

It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to be told so. “It’s reallydreadful,” she muttered to herself, “the way all the creatures argue. It’senough to drive one crazy!”

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

“But what am Ito 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 perfectlyidiotic!” And she opened the door and went in.

The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of smoke from one endto 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 cauldronwhich seemed to be full of soup.

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

There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the Duchess sneezedoccasionally; and as for the baby, it was sneezing and howling alternatelywithout a moment’s pause. The only things in the kitchen that did not sneeze,were the cook, and a large cat which was sitting on the hearth and grinningfrom ear to ear.

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

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

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

“I didn’t know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I didn’t know thatcats couldgrin.”

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

“I don’t know of any that do,” Alice said very politely, feeling quite pleasedto 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 aswell to introduce some other subject of conversation. While she was trying tofix on one, the cook took the cauldron of soup off the fire, and at once set towork throwing everything within her reach at the Duchess and the baby—thefire-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 washowling so much already, that it was quite impossible to say whether the blowshurt it or not.

“Oh, pleasemind what you’re doing!” cried Alice, jumping up and down inan agony of terror. “Oh, there goes his preciousnose!” as an unusuallylarge saucepan flew close by it, and very nearly carried it off.

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

“Which would notbe an advantage,” said Alice, who felt very glad to getan opportunity of showing off a little of her knowledge. “Just think of whatwork it would make with the day and night! You see the earth takes twenty-fourhours 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 thehint; but the cook was busily stirring the soup, and seemed not to belistening, so she went on again: “Twenty-four hours, I think; or is ittwelve? I—”

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

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

CHORUS.
(In which the cook and the baby joined):

“Wow! wow! wow!”

While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept tossing the babyviolently up and down, and the poor little thing howled so, that Alice couldhardly hear the words:—

“I speak severely to my boy,
    I beat him when he sneezes;
For he can thoroughly enjoy
    The pepper when he pleases!”

CHORUS.

“Wow! wow! wow!”

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

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

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

The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its face to seewhat was the matter with it. There could be no doubt that it had a veryturn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real nose; also its eyes weregetting extremely small for a baby: altogether Alice did not like the look ofthe thing at all. “But perhaps it was only sobbing,” she thought, and lookedinto 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,” saidAlice, seriously, “I’ll have nothing more to do with you. Mind now!” The poorlittle thing sobbed again (or grunted, it was impossible to say which), andthey went on for some while in silence.

Alice was just beginning to think to herself, “Now, what am I to do with thiscreature when I get it home?” when it grunted again, so violently, that shelooked down into its face in some alarm. This time there could be nomistake about it: it was neither more nor less than a pig, and she felt that itwould be quite absurd for her to carry it further.

So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see it trotaway quietly into the wood. “If it had grown up,” she said to herself, “itwould have made a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes rather a handsome pig, Ithink.” And she began thinking over other children she knew, who might do verywell as pigs, and was just saying to herself, “if one only knew the right wayto change them—” when she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Catsitting 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 verylong claws and a great many teeth, so she felt that itought to be treated with respect.

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

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

“I don’t much care where—” said Alice.

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

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

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

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

“In thatdirection,” the Cat said, waving its right paw round, “lives aHatter: and in thatdirection,” waving the other paw, “lives a MarchHare. Visit either you like: they’re both mad.”

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

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

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

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

Alice didn’t think that proved it at all; however, she went on “And how do youknow that you’re mad?”

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

“I suppose so,” said Alice.

“Well, then,” the Cat went on, “you see, a dog growls when it’s angry, and wagsits tail when it’s pleased. Now Igrowl when I’m pleased, and wag mytail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.”

“Icall it purring, not growling,” said Alice.

“Call it what you like,” said the Cat. “Do you play croquet with the Queento-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 thingshappening. While she was looking at the place where it had been, it suddenlyappeared again.

“By-the-bye, what became of the baby?” said the Cat. “I’d nearly forgotten toask.”

“It turned into a pig,” Alice quietly said, just as if it had come back in anatural way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She had not gone much farther before she came in sight of the house of theMarch Hare: she thought it must be the right house, because the chimneys wereshaped 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 thelefthand bit of mushroom, and raised herself to about two feet high: even thenshe walked up towards it rather timidly, saying to herself “Suppose it shouldbe raving mad after all! I almost wish I’d gone to see the Hatter instead!”

CHAPTER VII.
A Mad Tea-Party

There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the MarchHare 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 elbowson 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 onecorner of it: “No room! No room!” they cried out when they saw Alice coming.“There’s plentyof room!” said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in alarge arm-chair at one end of the table.

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

Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. “I don’tsee any wine,” she remarked.

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

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

“It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,” said the MarchHare.

“I didn’t know it was yourtable,” said Alice; “it’s laid for a greatmany more than three.”

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

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

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

“Come, we shall have some fun now!” thought Alice. “I’m glad they’ve begunasking 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 MarchHare.

“Exactly so,” said Alice.

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

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

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

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

“You might just as well say,” added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking inhis sleep, “that ‘I breathe when I sleep’ is the same thing as ‘I sleep when Ibreathe’!”

“It isthe same thing with you,” said the Hatter, and here theconversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alicethought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks, whichwasn’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 waslooking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it to hisear.

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

“Two days wrong!” sighed the Hatter. “I told you butter wouldn’t suit theworks!” he added looking angrily at the March Hare.

“It was the bestbutter,” the March Hare meekly replied.

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

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

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

“Why should it?” muttered the Hatter. “Does yourwatch tell you whatyear it is?”

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

“Which is just the case with mine,” said the Hatter.

Alice felt dreadfully puzzled, The Hatter’s remark seemed to have no sort ofmeaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. “I don’t quite understandyou,” she said, as politely as she could.

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

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

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

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

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

“Nor I,” said the March Hare.

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

“If you knew Time as well as I do,” said the Hatter, “you wouldn’t talk aboutwasting it. It’s him.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is that the way youmanage?” Alice asked.

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

‘Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
How I wonder what you’re at!’

You know the song, perhaps?”

“I’ve heard something like it,” said Alice.

“It goes on, you know,” the Hatter continued, “in this way:—

‘Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea-tray in the sky.
                    Twinkle, twinkle—’”

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

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

“How dreadfully savage!” exclaimed Alice.

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

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

“Yes, that’s it,” said the Hatter with a sigh: “it’s always tea-time, and we’veno time to wash the things between whiles.”

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

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

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

“Suppose we change the subject,” the March Hare interrupted, yawning. “I’mgetting 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 theypinched it on both sides at once.

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

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

“Yes, please do!” pleaded Alice.

“And be quick about it,” added the Hatter, “or you’ll be asleep again beforeit’s done.”

“Once upon a time there were three little sisters,” the Dormouse began in agreat hurry; “and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived atthe bottom of a well—”

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

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

“They couldn’t have done that, you know,” Alice gently remarked; “they’d havebeen ill.”

“So they were,” said the Dormouse; “veryill.”

Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary way of living wouldbe like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went on: “But why did they live atthe 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 takemore.”

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

“Nobody asked youropinion,” 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 teaand bread-and-butter, and then turned to the Dormouse, and repeated herquestion. “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, “Itwas a treacle-well.”

“There’s no such thing!” Alice was beginning very angrily, but the Hatter andthe March Hare went “Sh! sh!” and the Dormouse sulkily remarked, “If you can’tbe civil, you’d better finish the story for yourself.”

“No, please go on!” Alice said very humbly; “I won’t interrupt again. I daresay there may be one.”

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

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

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

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

He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare movedinto the Dormouse’s place, and Alice rather unwillingly took the place of theMarch 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 justupset 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 thinkyou could draw treacle out of a treacle-well—eh, stupid?”

“But they were inthe well,” Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosing tonotice this last remark.

“Of course they were,” said the Dormouse; “—well in.”

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

“They were learning to draw,” the Dormouse went on, yawning and rubbing itseyes, for it was getting very sleepy; “and they drew all manner ofthings—everything that begins with an M—”

“Why with an M?” said Alice.

“Why not?” said the March Hare.

Alice was silent.

The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into a doze;but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek, andwent on: “—that begins with an M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, andmemory, and muchness—you know you say things are “much of a muchness”—did youever 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 greatdisgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of theothers took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once ortwice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last time she saw them,they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.

“At any rate I’ll never go thereagain!” said Alice as she picked herway through the wood. “It’s the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in all mylife!”

Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a door leadingright into it. “That’s very curious!” she thought. “But everything’s curioustoday. 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 glasstable. “Now, I’ll manage better this time,” she said to herself, and began bytaking the little golden key, and unlocking the door that led into the garden.Then she went to work nibbling at the mushroom (she had kept a piece of it inher pocket) till she was about a foot high: then she walked down the littlepassage: and then—she found herself at last in the beautiful garden,among the bright flower-beds and the cool fountains.

CHAPTER VIII.
The Queen’s Croquet-Ground

A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing onit 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, andjust as she came up to them she heard one of them say, “Look out now, Five!Don’t go splashing paint over me like that!”

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

On which Seven looked up and said, “That’s right, Five! Always lay the blame onothers!”

“You’dbetter not talk!” said Five. “I heard the Queen say onlyyesterday you deserved to be beheaded!”

“What for?” said the one who had spoken first.

“That’s none of yourbusiness, Two!” said Seven.

“Yes, it ishis business!” said Five, “and I’ll tell him—it was forbringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions.”

Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun “Well, of all the unjustthings—” when his eye chanced to fall upon Alice, as she stood watching them,and he checked himself suddenly: the others looked round also, and all of thembowed low.

“Would you tell me,” said Alice, a little timidly, “why you are painting thoseroses?”

Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a low voice, “Whythe fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have been a redrose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; and if the Queen was to findit out, we should all have our heads cut off, you know. So you see, Miss, we’redoing our best, afore she comes, to—” At this moment Five, who had beenanxiously looking across the garden, called out “The Queen! The Queen!” and thethree gardeners instantly threw themselves flat upon their faces. There was asound of many footsteps, and Alice looked round, eager to see the Queen.

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

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

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

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

“My name is Alice, so please your Majesty,” said Alice very politely; but sheadded, to herself, “Why, they’re only a pack of cards, after all. I needn’t beafraid of them!”

“And who are these?” said the Queen, pointing to the three gardeners whowere lying round the rose-tree; for, you see, as they were lying on theirfaces, and the pattern on their backs was the same as the rest of the pack, shecould not tell whether they were gardeners, or soldiers, or courtiers, or threeof her own children.

“How should Iknow?” said Alice, surprised at her own courage. “It’s nobusiness of mine.”

The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment likea wild beast, screamed “Off with her head! Off—”

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

The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said “Consider, my dear: sheis only a child!”

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

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

“Get up!” said the Queen, in a shrill, loud voice, and the three gardenersinstantly jumped up, and began bowing to the King, the Queen, the royalchildren, and everybody else.

“Leave off that!” screamed the Queen. “You make me giddy.” And then, turning tothe rose-tree, she went on, “What haveyou been doing here?”

“May it please your Majesty,” said Two, in a very humble tone, going down onone knee as he spoke, “we were trying—”

“Isee!” said the Queen, who had meanwhile been examining the roses.“Off with their heads!” and the procession moved on, three of the soldiersremaining behind to execute the unfortunate gardeners, who ran to Alice forprotection.

“You shan’t be beheaded!” said Alice, and she put them into a large flower-potthat stood near. The three soldiers wandered about for a minute or two, lookingfor 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 inreply.

“That’s right!” shouted the Queen. “Can you play croquet?”

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

“Yes!” shouted Alice.

“Come on, then!” roared the Queen, and Alice joined the procession, wonderingvery much what would happen next.

“It’s—it’s a very fine day!” said a timid voice at her side. She was walking bythe White Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously into her face.

“Very,” said Alice: “—where’s the Duchess?”

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

“What for?” said Alice.

“Did you say ‘What a pity!’?” the Rabbit asked.

“No, I didn’t,” said Alice: “I don’t think it’s at all a pity. I said ‘Whatfor?’”

“She boxed the Queen’s ears—” the Rabbit began. Alice gave a little scream oflaughter. “Oh, hush!” the Rabbit whispered in a frightened tone. “The Queenwill 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 beganrunning about in all directions, tumbling up against each other; however, theygot settled down in a minute or two, and the game began. Alice thought she hadnever seen such a curious croquet-ground in her life; it was all ridges andfurrows; the balls were live hedgehogs, the mallets live flamingoes, and thesoldiers had to double themselves up and to stand on their hands and feet, tomake the arches.

The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo: shesucceeded 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 nicelystraightened out, and was going to give the hedgehog a blow with its head, itwouldtwist itself round and look up in her face, with such a puzzledexpression that she could not help bursting out laughing: and when she had gotits head down, and was going to begin again, it was very provoking to find thatthe hedgehog had unrolled itself, and was in the act of crawling away: besidesall this, there was generally a ridge or furrow in the way wherever she wantedto send the hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up soldiers were always getting upand walking off to other parts of the ground, Alice soon came to the conclusionthat it was a very difficult game indeed.

The players all played at once without waiting for turns, quarrelling all thewhile, and fighting for the hedgehogs; and in a very short time the Queen wasin a furious passion, and went stamping about, and shouting “Off with hishead!” 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 disputewith the Queen, but she knew that it might happen any minute, “and then,”thought she, “what would become of me? They’re dreadfully fond of beheadingpeople here; the great wonder is, that there’s any one left alive!”

She was looking about for some way of escape, and wondering whether she couldget 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, shemade it out to be a grin, and she said to herself “It’s the Cheshire Cat: now Ishall have somebody to talk to.”

“How are you getting on?” said the Cat, as soon as there was mouth enough forit to speak with.

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

“I don’t think they play at all fairly,” Alice began, in rather a complainingtone, “and they all quarrel so dreadfully one can’t hear oneself speak—and theydon’t seem to have any rules in particular; at least, if there are, nobodyattends to them—and you’ve no idea how confusing it is all the things beingalive; for instance, there’s the arch I’ve got to go through next walking aboutat the other end of the ground—and I should have croqueted the Queen’s hedgehogjust 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 theQueen was close behind her, listening: so she went on, “—likely to win, thatit’s hardly worth while finishing the game.”

The Queen smiled and passed on.

“Who areyou talking to?” said the King, going up to Alice, and lookingat the Cat’s head with great curiosity.

“It’s a friend of mine—a Cheshire Cat,” said Alice: “allow me to introduce it.”

“I don’t like the look of it at all,” said the King: “however, it may kiss myhand if it likes.”

“I’d rather not,” the Cat remarked.

“Don’t be impertinent,” said the King, “and don’t look at me like that!” He gotbehind Alice as he spoke.

“A cat may look at a king,” said Alice. “I’ve read that in some book, but Idon’t remember where.”

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

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

“I’ll fetch the executioner myself,” said the King eagerly, and he hurried off.

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

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

By the time she had caught the flamingo and brought it back, the fight wasover, 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.” Soshe tucked it away under her arm, that it might not escape again, and went backfor a little more conversation with her friend.

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

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

The executioner’s argument was, that you couldn’t cut off a head unless therewas 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 histime of life.

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

The Queen’s argument was, that if something wasn’t done about it in less thanno time she’d have everybody executed, all round. (It was this last remark thathad made the whole party look so grave and anxious.)

Alice could think of nothing else to say but “It belongs to the Duchess: you’dbetter ask herabout it.”

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

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

CHAPTER IX.
The Mock Turtle’s Story

“You can’t think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old thing!” said theDuchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into Alice’s, and they walked offtogether.

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

“When I’ma Duchess,” she said to herself, (not in a very hopeful tonethough), “I won’t have any pepper in my kitchen at all. Soup does verywell without—Maybe it’s always pepper that makes people hot-tempered,” she wenton, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, “and vinegar thatmakes them sour—and camomile that makes them bitter—and—and barley-sugar andsuch things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knewthat: then they wouldn’t be so stingy about it, you know—”

She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a little startledwhen she heard her voice close to her ear. “You’re thinking about something, mydear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can’t tell you just now what themoral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit.”

“Perhaps it hasn’t one,” Alice ventured to remark.

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

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

“The game’s going on rather better now,” she said, by way of keeping up theconversation a little.

“’Tis so,” said the Duchess: “and the moral of that is—‘Oh, ’tis love, ’tislove, that makes the world go round!’”

“Somebody said,” Alice whispered, “that it’s done by everybody minding theirown business!”

“Ah, well! It means much the same thing,” said the Duchess, digging her sharplittle chin into Alice’s shoulder as she added, “and the moral of thatis—‘Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves.’”

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

“I dare say you’re wondering why I don’t put my arm round your waist,” theDuchess said after a pause: “the reason is, that I’m doubtful about the temperof your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?”

“He might bite,” Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all anxious to havethe experiment tried.

“Very true,” said the Duchess: “flamingoes and mustard both bite. And the moralof 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 puttingthings!”

“It’s a mineral, I think,” said Alice.

“Of course it is,” said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to everythingthat Alice said; “there’s a large mustard-mine near here. And the moral of thatis—‘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’sa vegetable. It doesn’t look like one, but it is.”

“I quite agree with you,” said the Duchess; “and the moral of that is—‘Be whatyou would seem to be’—or if you’d like it put more simply—‘Never imagineyourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what youwere or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would haveappeared to them to be otherwise.’”

“I think I should understand that better,” Alice said very politely, “if I hadit 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 apleased 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 ofeverything I’ve said as yet.”

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

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

“I’ve a right to think,” said Alice sharply, for she was beginning to feel alittle worried.

“Just about as much right,” said the Duchess, “as pigs have to fly; and the m—”

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

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

“Now, I give you fair warning,” shouted the Queen, stamping on the ground asshe spoke; “either you or your head must be off, and that in about half notime! 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 muchfrightened to say a word, but slowly followed her back to the croquet-ground.

The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen’s absence, and were restingin 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 theother players, and shouting “Off with his head!” or “Off with her head!” Thosewhom she sentenced were taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course hadto leave off being arches to do this, so that by the end of half an hour or sothere were no arches left, and all the players, except the King, the Queen, andAlice, were in custody and under sentence of execution.

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

“No,” said Alice. “I don’t even know what a Mock Turtle is.”

“It’s the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from,” said the Queen.

“I never saw one, or heard of one,” said Alice.

“Come on, then,” said the Queen, “and he shall tell you his history.”

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

They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the sun. (If you don’tknow 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. Imust go back and see after some executions I have ordered;” and she walked off,leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like the look of thecreature, but on the whole she thought it would be quite as safe to stay withit 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 wasout of sight: then it chuckled. “What fun!” said the Gryphon, half to itself,half to Alice.

“What isthe fun?” said Alice.

“Why, she,” said the Gryphon. “It’s all her fancy, that: they neverexecutes nobody, you know. Come on!”

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

They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the distance, sittingsad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they came nearer, Alice couldhear him sighing as if his heart would break. She pitied him deeply. “What ishis sorrow?” she asked the Gryphon, and the Gryphon answered, very nearly inthe 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 oftears, but said nothing.

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

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

So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought to herself,“I don’t see how he can everfinish, if he doesn’t begin.” But shewaited 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 occasionalexclamation of “Hjckrrh!” from the Gryphon, and the constant heavy sobbing ofthe Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and saying, “Thank you, sir,for your interesting story,” but she could not help thinking there mustbe more to come, so she sat still and said nothing.

“When we were little,” the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly, thoughstill sobbing a little now and then, “we went to school in the sea. The masterwas 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,” addedthe Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and looked at poor Alice, who feltready 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 thesewords:

“Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn’t believe it—”

“I never said I didn’t!” interrupted Alice.

“You did,” said the Mock Turtle.

“Hold your tongue!” added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak again. The MockTurtle went on.

“We had the best of educations—in fact, we went to school every day—”

“I’vebeen to a day-school, too,” said Alice; “you needn’t be so proudas 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 ofgreat relief. “Now at oursthey 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 thesea.”

“I couldn’t afford to learn it.” said the Mock Turtle with a sigh. “I only tookthe regular course.”

“What was that?” inquired Alice.

“Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,” the Mock Turtle replied; “andthen the different branches of Arithmetic—Ambition, Distraction, Uglification,and Derision.”

“I never heard of ‘Uglification,’” Alice ventured to say. “What is it?”

The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. “What! Never heard ofuglifying!” 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, youarea simpleton.”

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

“Well, there was Mystery,” the Mock Turtle replied, counting off the subjectson his flappers, “—Mystery, ancient and modern, with Seaography: thenDrawling—the Drawling-master was an old conger-eel, that used to come once aweek: hetaught us Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils.”

“What was thatlike?” said Alice.

“Well, I can’t show it you myself,” the Mock Turtle said: “I’m too stiff. Andthe Gryphon never learnt it.”

“Hadn’t time,” said the Gryphon: “I went to the Classics master, though. He wasan old crab, hewas.”

“I never went to him,” the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: “he taught Laughingand Grief, they used to say.”

“So he did, so he did,” said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn; and bothcreatures hid their faces in their paws.

“And how many hours a day did you do lessons?” said Alice, in a hurry to changethe 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 theylessen from day to day.”

This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a little before shemade 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.”

CHAPTER X.
The Lobster Quadrille

The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one flapper across hiseyes. He looked at Alice, and tried to speak, but for a minute or two sobschoked 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 MockTurtle recovered his voice, and, with tears running down his cheeks, he went onagain:—

“You may not have lived much under the sea—” (“I haven’t,” said Alice)—“andperhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster—” (Alice began to say “Ionce tasted—” but checked herself hastily, and said “No, never”) “—so you canhave no idea what a delightful thing a Lobster Quadrille is!”

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

“Why,” said the Gryphon, “you first form into a line along the sea-shore—”

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

“Thatgenerally takes some time,” interrupted the Gryphon.

“—you advance twice—”

“Each with a lobster as a partner!” cried the Gryphon.

“Of course,” the Mock Turtle said: “advance twice, set to partners—”

“—change lobsters, and retire in same order,” continued the Gryphon.

“Then, you know,” the Mock Turtle went on, “you throw the—”

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

“—as far out to sea as you can—”

“Swim after them!” screamed the Gryphon.

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

“Change lobsters again!” yelled the Gryphon at the top of its voice.

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

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

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

“Very much indeed,” said Alice.

“Come, let’s try the first figure!” said the Mock Turtle to the Gryphon. “Wecan do without lobsters, you know. Which shall sing?”

“Oh, yousing,” said the Gryphon. “I’ve forgotten the words.”

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

“Will you walk a little faster?” said a whiting to a snail.
“There’s a porpoise close behind us, and he’s treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle—will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?

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

“What matters it how far we go?” his scaly friend replied.
“There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France—
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won’t you, will you, won’t you, won’t you join the dance?”

“Thank you, it’s a very interesting dance to watch,” said Alice, feeling veryglad that it was over at last: “and I do so like that curious song about thewhiting!”

“Oh, as to the whiting,” said the Mock Turtle, “they—you’ve seen them, ofcourse?”

“Yes,” said Alice, “I’ve often seen them at dinn—” she checked herself hastily.

“I don’t know where Dinn may be,” said the Mock Turtle, “but if you’ve seenthem so often, of course you know what they’re like.”

“I believe so,” Alice replied thoughtfully. “They have their tails in theirmouths—and they’re all over crumbs.”

“You’re wrong about the crumbs,” said the Mock Turtle: “crumbs would all washoff in the sea. But they havetheir tails in their mouths; and thereason is—” here the Mock Turtle yawned and shut his eyes.—“Tell her about thereason and all that,” he said to the Gryphon.

“The reason is,” said the Gryphon, “that they wouldgo with the lobstersto the dance. So they got thrown out to sea. So they had to fall a long way. Sothey 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 awhiting before.”

“I can tell you more than that, if you like,” said the Gryphon. “Do you knowwhy it’s called a whiting?”

“I never thought about it,” said Alice. “Why?”

“It does the boots and shoes,” the Gryphon replied very solemnly.

Alice was thoroughly puzzled. “Does the boots and shoes!” she repeated in awondering tone.

“Why, what are yourshoes done with?” said the Gryphon. “I mean, whatmakes them so shiny?”

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

“Boots and shoes under the sea,” the Gryphon went on in a deep voice, “are donewith a whiting. Now you know.”

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

“Soles and eels, of course,” the Gryphon replied rather impatiently: “anyshrimp could have told you that.”

“If I’d been the whiting,” said Alice, whose thoughts were still running on thesong, “I’d have said to the porpoise, ‘Keep back, please: we don’t wantyouwith us!’”

“They were obliged to have him with them,” the Mock Turtle said: “no wise fishwould go anywhere without a porpoise.”

“Wouldn’t it really?” said Alice in a tone of great surprise.

“Of course not,” said the Mock Turtle: “why, if a fish came to me, andtold me he was going a journey, I should say ‘With what porpoise?’”

“Don’t you mean ‘purpose’?” said Alice.

“I mean what I say,” the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone. And theGryphon added “Come, let’s hear some of youradventures.”

“I could tell you my adventures—beginning from this morning,” said Alice alittle timidly: “but it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was adifferent 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 theWhite Rabbit. She was a little nervous about it just at first, the twocreatures got so close to her, one on each side, and opened their eyes andmouths so verywide, but she gained courage as she went on. Herlisteners were perfectly quiet till she got to the part about her repeating“You are old, Father William,” to the Caterpillar, and the words allcoming different, and then the Mock Turtle drew a long breath, and said “That’svery curious.”

“It’s all about as curious as it can be,” said the Gryphon.

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

“Stand up and repeat ‘’Tis the voice of the sluggard,’” said theGryphon.

“How the creatures order one about, and make one repeat lessons!” thoughtAlice; “I might as well be at school at once.” However, she got up, and beganto repeat it, but her head was so full of the Lobster Quadrille, that shehardly knew what she was saying, and the words came very queer indeed:—

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

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

“That’s different from what Iused to say when I was a child,” said theGryphon.

“Well, I never heard it before,” said the Mock Turtle; “but it sounds uncommonnonsense.”

Alice said nothing; she had sat down with her face in her hands, wondering ifanything would everhappen in a natural way again.

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

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

“But about his toes?” the Mock Turtle persisted. “How couldhe turn themout with his nose, you know?”

“It’s the first position in dancing.” Alice said; but was dreadfully puzzled bythe whole thing, and longed to change the subject.

“Go on with the next verse,” the Gryphon repeated impatiently: “it begins ‘Ipassed by his garden.’”

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

“I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye,
How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie—”

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

“What isthe use of repeating all that stuff,” the Mock Turtleinterrupted, “if you don’t explain it as you go on? It’s by far the mostconfusing thing Iever heard!”

“Yes, I think you’d better leave off,” said the Gryphon: and Alice was only tooglad 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, soeagerly that the Gryphon said, in a rather offended tone, “Hm! No accountingfor tastes! Sing her ‘Turtle Soup,’ will you, old fellow?”

The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes choked withsobs, 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?
Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?
    Beau—ootiful Soo—oop!
    Beau—ootiful Soo—oop!
Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,
    Beautiful, beauti—FUL SOUP!”

“Chorus again!” cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had just begun to repeatit, when a cry of “The trial’s beginning!” was heard in the distance.

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

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

“Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,
    Beautiful, beautiful Soup!”

CHAPTER XI.
Who Stole the Tarts?

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

Alice had never been in a court of justice before, but she had read about themin books, and she was quite pleased to find that she knew the name of nearlyeverything there. “That’s the judge,” she said to herself, “because of hisgreat wig.”

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

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

The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates. “What are theydoing?” Alice whispered to the Gryphon. “They can’t have anything to put downyet, before the trial’s begun.”

“They’re putting down their names,” the Gryphon whispered in reply, “for fearthey should forget them before the end of the trial.”

“Stupid things!” Alice began in a loud, indignant voice, but she stoppedhastily, for the White Rabbit cried out, “Silence in the court!” and the Kingput 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 allthe jurors were writing down “stupid things!” on their slates, and she couldeven make out that one of them didn’t know how to spell “stupid,” and that hehad to ask his neighbour to tell him. “A nice muddle their slates’ll be inbefore the trial’s over!” thought Alice.

One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course, Alice couldnotstand, and she went round the court and got behind him, and verysoon found an opportunity of taking it away. She did it so quickly that thepoor little juror (it was Bill, the Lizard) could not make out at all what hadbecome of it; so, after hunting all about for it, he was obliged to write withone finger for the rest of the day; and this was of very little use, as it leftno mark on the slate.

“Herald, read the accusation!” said the King.

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

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

“Consider your verdict,” the King said to the jury.

“Not yet, not yet!” the Rabbit hastily interrupted. “There’s a great deal tocome before that!”

“Call the first witness,” said the King; and the White Rabbit blew three blastson the trumpet, and called out, “First witness!”

The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in one hand and apiece 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 sentfor.”

“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 thinkit was,” hesaid.

“Fifteenth,” said the March Hare.

“Sixteenth,” added the Dormouse.

“Write that down,” the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrote downall three dates on their slates, and then added them up, and reduced the answerto shillings and pence.

“Take off your hat,” the King said to the Hatter.

“It isn’t mine,” said the Hatter.

“Stolen!” the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly made amemorandum of the fact.

“I keep them to sell,” the Hatter added as an explanation; “I’ve none of myown. I’m a hatter.”

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

“Give your evidence,” said the King; “and don’t be nervous, or I’ll have youexecuted on the spot.”

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

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

“I wish you wouldn’t squeeze so,” said the Dormouse, who was sitting next toher. “I can hardly breathe.”

“I can’t help it,” said Alice very meekly: “I’m growing.”

“You’ve no right to grow here,” said the Dormouse.

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

“Yes, but Igrow at a reasonable pace,” said the Dormouse: “not in thatridiculous fashion.” And he got up very sulkily and crossed over to the otherside of the court.

All this time the Queen had never left off staring at the Hatter, and, just asthe 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 wretchedHatter trembled so, that he shook both his shoes off.

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

“I’m a poor man, your Majesty,” the Hatter began, in a trembling voice, “—and Ihadn’t begun my tea—not above a week or so—and what with the bread-and-buttergetting so thin—and the twinkling of the tea—”

“The twinkling of the what?” said the King.

“It beganwith the tea,” the Hatter replied.

“Of course twinkling begins with a T!” said the King sharply. “Do you take mefor a dunce? Go on!”

“I’m a poor man,” the Hatter went on, “and most things twinkled after that—onlythe March Hare said—”

“I didn’t!” the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry.

“You did!” said the Hatter.

“I deny it!” said the March Hare.

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

“Well, at any rate, the Dormouse said—” the Hatter went on, looking anxiouslyround to see if he would deny it too: but the Dormouse denied nothing, beingfast 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 mustremember,” remarked the King, “or I’ll have you executed.”

The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter, and went down onone knee. “I’m a poor man, your Majesty,” he began.

“You’re a verypoor speaker,” said the King.

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

“I’m glad I’ve seen that done,” thought Alice. “I’ve so often read in thenewspapers, at the end of trials, “There was some attempt at applause, whichwas immediately suppressed by the officers of the court,” and I neverunderstood what it meant till now.”

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

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

“Then you may sitdown,” the King replied.

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

“Come, that finished the guinea-pigs!” thought Alice. “Now we shall get onbetter.”

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

“You may go,” said the King, and the Hatter hurriedly left the court, withouteven waiting to put his shoes on.

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

“Call the next witness!” said the King.

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

“Give your evidence,” said the King.

“Shan’t,” said the cook.

The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said in a low voice, “YourMajesty must cross-examine thiswitness.”

“Well, if I must, I must,” the King said, with a melancholy air, and, afterfolding his arms and frowning at the cook till his eyes were nearly out ofsight, 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! Turnthat Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch him! Off with his whiskers!”

For some minutes the whole court was in confusion, getting the Dormouse turnedout, 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 nextwitness.” And he added in an undertone to the Queen, “Really, my dear,youmust cross-examine the next witness. It quite makes my foreheadache!”

Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list, feeling verycurious to see what the next witness would be like, “—for they haven’t got muchevidence yet,” she said to herself. Imagine her surprise, when the WhiteRabbit read out, at the top of his shrill little voice, the name “Alice!”

CHAPTER XII.
Alice’s Evidence

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

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

“The trial cannot proceed,” said the King in a very grave voice, “until all thejurymen are back in their proper places—all,” he repeated with greatemphasis, looking hard at Alice as he said so.

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

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

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

“Nothing,” said Alice.

“Nothing whatever?” persisted the King.

“Nothing whatever,” said Alice.

“That’s very important,” the King said, turning to the jury. They were justbeginning to write this down on their slates, when the White Rabbitinterrupted: “Unimportant, your Majesty means, of course,” he said in avery respectful tone, but frowning and making faces at him as he spoke.

“Unimportant, of course, I meant,” the King hastily said, and went on tohimself in an undertone,

“important—unimportant—unimportant—important—” as if he were trying which wordsounded best.

Some of the jury wrote it down “important,” and some “unimportant.” Alice couldsee this, as she was near enough to look over their slates; “but it doesn’tmatter a bit,” she thought to herself.

At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily writing in hisnote-book, cackled 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.

“I’mnot a mile high,” said Alice.

“You are,” said the King.

“Nearly two miles high,” added the Queen.

“Well, I shan’t go, at any rate,” said Alice: “besides, that’s not a regularrule: you invented it just now.”

“It’s the oldest rule in the book,” said the King.

“Then it ought to be Number One,” said Alice.

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

“There’s more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty,” said the WhiteRabbit, jumping up in a great hurry; “this paper has just been picked up.”

“What’s in it?” said the Queen.

“I haven’t opened it yet,” said the White Rabbit, “but it seems to be a letter,written by the prisoner to—to somebody.”

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

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

“It isn’t directed at all,” said the White Rabbit; “in fact, there’s nothingwritten 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.

“No, they’re not,” said the White Rabbit, “and that’s the queerest thing aboutit.” (The jury all looked puzzled.)

“He must have imitated somebody else’s hand,” said the King. (The jury allbrightened up again.)

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

“If you didn’t sign it,” said the King, “that only makes the matter worse. Youmusthave meant some mischief, or else you’d have signed your name likean honest man.”

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

“That proveshis guilt,” said the Queen.

“It proves nothing of the sort!” said Alice. “Why, you don’t even know whatthey’re about!”

“Read them,” said the King.

The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. “Where shall I begin, please yourMajesty?” he asked.

“Begin at the beginning,” the King said gravely, “and go on till you come tothe end: then stop.”

These were the verses the White Rabbit read:—

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s the most important piece of evidence we’ve heard yet,” said the King,rubbing his hands; “so now let the jury—”

“If any one of them can explain it,” said Alice, (she had grown so large in thelast few minutes that she wasn’t a bit afraid of interrupting him), “I’ll givehim sixpence. Idon’t believe there’s an atom of meaning in it.”

The jury all wrote down on their slates, “Shedoesn’t believe there’s anatom 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 seemto see some meaning in them, after all. “—said I could not swim—” youcan’t swim, can you?” he added, turning to the Knave.

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

“All right, so far,” said the King, and he went on muttering over the verses tohimself: “‘We know it to be true—’ that’s the jury, of course—‘I gaveher one, they gave him two—’ why, that must be what he did with the tarts,you know—”

“But, it goes on ‘they all returned from him to you,’” said Alice.

“Why, there they are!” said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts on thetable. “Nothing can be clearer than that. Then again—‘before she hadthis fit—’ you never had fits, my dear, I think?” he said to the Queen.

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

“Then the words don’t fityou,” said the King, looking round the courtwith a smile. There was a dead silence.

“It’s a pun!” the King added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed, “Letthe jury consider their verdict.” the King said, for about the twentieth timethat day.

“No, no!” said the Queen. “Sentence first—verdict afterwards.”

“Stuff and nonsense!” said Alice loudly. “The idea of having the sentencefirst!”

“Hold your tongue!” said the Queen, turning purple.

“I won’t!” said Alice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the tiny hands wereclasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were looking up into hers—shecould hear the very tones of her voice, and see that queer little toss of herhead to keep back the wandering hair that wouldalways get into hereyes—and still as she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole place around herbecame alive with the strange creatures of her little sister’s dream.

The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried by—thefrightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool—she could hearthe rattle of the teacups as the March Hare and his friends shared theirnever-ending meal, and the shrill voice of the Queen ordering off herunfortunate guests to execution—once more the pig-baby was sneezing on theDuchess’s knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it—once more the shriekof the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard’s slate-pencil, and the choking ofthe suppressed guinea-pigs, filled the air, mixed up with the distant sobs ofthe 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 dullreality—the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool rippling tothe waving of the reeds—the rattling teacups would change to tinklingsheep-bells, and the Queen’s shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy—andthe sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and all the other queernoises, would change (she knew) to the confused clamour of the busyfarm-yard—while the lowing of the cattle in the distance would take the placeof the Mock Turtle’s heavy sobs.

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

THE END

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