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<h1 align="Center">ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND</h1>
<h3 align="Center">Lewis Carroll</h3>
<p align="Center"><i>THE MILLENNIUM FULCRUM EDITION 3.0</i></p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER I</h3>
<h3 align="Center">Down the Rabbit-Hole</h3>
<p>Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister
on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had
peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no
pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,'
thought Alice 'without pictures or conversation?'</p>
<p>So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could,
for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether
the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble
of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White
Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.</p>
<p>There was nothing so <i>very</i> remarkable in that; nor did
Alice think it so <i>very</i> much out of the way to hear the
Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when
she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought
to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite
natural); but when the Rabbit actually <i>took a watch out of its
waistcoat-pocket,</i> and looked at it, and then hurried on,
Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that
she had never before seen a rabbit with either a
waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with
curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was
just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the
hedge.</p>
<p>In another moment down went Alice after it, never once
considering how in the world she was to get out again.</p>
<p>The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way,
and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a
moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself
falling down a very deep well.</p>
<p>Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for
she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to
wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look
down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to
see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and
noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves;
here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took
down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled
'ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it was empty:
she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so
managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past
it.</p>
<p>'Well!' thought Alice to herself, 'after such a fall as this,
I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll
all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even
if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely
true.)</p>
<p>Down, down, down. Would the fall <i>never</i> come to an end!
'I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said
aloud. 'I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth.
Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think--'
(for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in
her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a <i>very</i>
good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no
one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over)
'--yes, that's about the right 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 they were nice
grand words to say.)</p>
<p>Presently she began again. 'I wonder if I shall fall right
<i>through</i> the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among
the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies,
I think--' (she was rather glad there <i>was</i> no one listening, this
time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) '--but I shall
have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know.
Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried
to curtsey as she spoke--fancy <i>curtseying</i> as you're
falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) 'And
what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No,
it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up
somewhere.'</p>
<p>Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon
began talking again. 'Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I
should think!' (Dinah was the cat.) 'I hope they'll remember her
saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down
here with me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you
might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know. But do
cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice began to get rather
sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way,
'Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, 'Do bats eat
cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it
didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was
dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand
in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, 'Now,
Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly,
thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves,
and the fall was over.</p>
<p>Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in
a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her
was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in
sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away
went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as
it turned a corner, 'Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's
getting!' She was close behind it when she turned the corner, but
the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long,
low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the
roof.</p>
<p>There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked;
and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the
other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle,
wondering how she was ever to get out again.</p>
<p>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 was that it might belong to one of the
doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or
the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of
them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low
curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little
door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key
in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!</p>
<p>Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small
passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and
looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw.
How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about
among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but
she could not even get her head though the doorway; 'and even if
my head <i>would</i> go through,' thought poor Alice, 'it would
be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I
could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only know
how to begin.' For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had
happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few
things indeed were really impossible.</p>
<p>There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so
she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another
key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up
like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it,
('which certainly was not here before,' said Alice,) and round
the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words 'DRINK
ME' beautifully printed on it in large letters.</p>
<p>It was all very well to say 'Drink me,' but the wise little
Alice was not going to do <i>that</i> in a hurry. 'No, I'll look
first,' she said, 'and see whether it's marked "<i>poison</i>" or
not'; for she had read several nice little histories about
children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other
unpleasant things, all because they <i>would</i> not remember the
simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a
red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if
you cut your finger <i>very</i> deeply with a knife, it usually
bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from
a bottle marked '<i>poison</i>,' it is almost certain to disagree
with you, sooner or later.</p>
<p>However, this bottle was <i>not</i> marked 'poison,' so Alice
ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact,
a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple,
roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon
finished it off.</p>
<p class="asterisks">
<br>
* * * * *
<br>
* * * *
<br>
* * * * *
<br>
</p>
<p>'What a curious feeling!' said Alice; 'I must be shutting up
like a telescope.'</p>
<p>And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and
her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right
size for going through the little door into that lovely garden.
First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was
going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about
this; 'for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, 'in my
going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be
like then?' And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is
like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember
ever having seen such a thing.</p>
<p>After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided
on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when
she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little
golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found
she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly
through the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the
legs of the table, but it was too slippery; and when she had
tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing sat down and
cried.</p>
<p>'Come, there's no use in crying like that!' said Alice to
herself, rather sharply; 'I advise you to leave off this minute!'
She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very
seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so
severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered
trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game
of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious
child was very fond of pretending to be two people. 'But it's no
use now,' thought poor Alice, 'to pretend to be two people! Why,
there's hardly enough of me left to make <i>one</i> respectable
person!'</p>
<p>Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under
the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on
which the words 'EAT ME' were beautifully marked in currants.
'Well, I'll eat it,' said Alice, 'and if it makes me grow larger,
I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep
under the door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I
don't care which happens!'</p>
<p>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, and she 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 the
way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen,
that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the
common way.</p>
<p>So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.</p>
<p class="asterisks">
<br>
* * * * *
<br>
* * * *
<br>
* * * * *
<br>
</p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER II</h3>
<h3 align="Center">The Pool of Tears</h3>
<p>'Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was so much
surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good
English); 'now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that
ever was! Good-bye, feet!' (for when she looked down at her feet,
they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far
off). 'Oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your
shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure <i>I</i> shan't
be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself
about you: you must manage the best way you can; --but I must be
kind to them,' thought Alice, 'or perhaps they won't walk the way
I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of boots
every Christmas.'</p>
<p>And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it.
'They must go by the carrier,' she thought; 'and how funny it'll
seem, sending presents to one's own feet! And how odd the
directions will look!</p>
<blockquote><i>ALICE'S RIGHT FOOT, ESQ.</i>
<p><i>HEARTHRUG,</i></p>
<p><i>NEAR THE FENDER,</i></p>
<p><i>(WITH ALICE'S LOVE).</i></p>
</blockquote>
<p>Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!'</p>
<p>Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in
fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took
up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door.</p>
<p>Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one
side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get
through was more hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to
cry again.</p>
<p>'You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, 'a great
girl like you,' (she might well say this), 'to go on crying in
this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!' But she went on all the
same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all
round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the
hall.</p>
<p>After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the
distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming.
It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a
pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the
other: he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to
himself as he came, 'Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh!
<i>won't</i> she be savage if I've kept her waiting!' Alice felt
so desperate that she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when
the Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, 'If
you please, sir--' The Rabbit started violently, dropped the
white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness
as hard as he could go.</p>
<p>Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very
hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking:
'Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things
went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the
night? Let me think: <i>was</i> I the same when I got up this
morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little
different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in
the world am I? Ah, <i>that's</i> the great puzzle!' And she
began thinking over all the children she knew that were of the
same age as herself, to see if she could have been changed for
any of them.</p>
<p>'I'm sure I'm not Ada,' she said, 'for her hair goes in such
long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm
sure I can't be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she,
oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, <i>she's</i> she, and
<i>I'm</i> I, and--oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I'll try if I
know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five
is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven
is--oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate! However,
the Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's try Geography.
London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome,
and Rome--no, <i>that's</i> all wrong, I'm certain! I must have
been changed for Mabel! I'll try and say "<i>How doth the
little--</i>"' and she crossed her hands on her lap as if she
were saying lessons, and began to repeat it, but her voice
sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not come the same
as they used to do:--</p>
<blockquote><i>'How doth the little crocodile</i>
<p><i>Improve his shining tail,</i></p>
<p><i>And pour the waters of the Nile</i></p>
<p><i>On every golden scale!</i></p>
<p><i><br>
'How cheerfully he seems to grin,</i></p>
<p><i>How neatly spread his claws,</i></p>
<p><i>And welcome little fishes in</i></p>
<p><i>With gently smiling jaws!</i>'</p>
</blockquote>
<p>'I'm sure those are not the right words,' said poor Alice, and
her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, 'I must be Mabel
after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little
house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so
many lessons to learn! No, I've made up my mind about it; if I'm
Mabel, I'll stay down here! It'll be no use their putting their
heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!" I shall only look up
and say "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like
being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till
I'm somebody else"--but, oh dear!' cried Alice, with a sudden
burst of tears, 'I do wish they <i>would</i> put their heads
down! I am so <i>very</i> tired of being all alone here!'</p>
<p>As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was
surprised to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little
white kid gloves while she was talking. 'How <i>can</i> I have
done that?' she thought. 'I must be growing small again.' She got
up and went to the table to measure herself by it, and found
that, as nearly as she could guess, she was now about two feet
high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: she soon found out that
the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it
hastily, just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether.</p>
<p>'That <i>was</i> a narrow escape!' said Alice, a good deal
frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to find herself
still in existence; 'and now for the garden!' and she ran with
all speed back to the little door: but, alas! the little door was
shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass
table as before, 'and things are worse than ever,' thought the
poor child, 'for I never was so small as this before, never! And
I declare it's too bad, that it is!'</p>
<p>As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another
moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first
idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, 'and in that
case I can go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had
been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general
conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find
a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in
the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and
behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that
she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine
feet high.</p>
<p>'I wish I hadn't cried so much!' said Alice, as she swam
about, trying to find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it
now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That
<i>will</i> be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is
queer to-day.'</p>
<p>Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a
little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at
first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then
she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that
it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.</p>
<p>'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 it can talk: at any rate, there's no
harm in trying.' So she began: 'O Mouse, do you know the way out
of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!'
(Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse:
she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having
seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, 'A mouse--of a mouse--to a
mouse--a mouse--O mouse!') The Mouse looked at her rather
inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little
eyes, but it said nothing.</p>
<p>'Perhaps it doesn't understand English,' thought Alice; 'I
daresay it's a French mouse, come over with William the
Conqueror.' (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no
very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she
began again: 'Ou est ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in
her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the
water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. 'Oh, I beg your
pardon!' cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor
animal's feelings. 'I quite forgot you didn't like cats.'</p>
<p>'Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate
voice. 'Would <i>you</i> like cats if you were me?'</p>
<p>'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 to cats if you could only see her. She
is such a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as
she swam lazily about in the pool, 'and she sits purring so
nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face--and
she is such a nice soft thing to nurse--and she's such a capital
one for catching mice--oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice again,
for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt
certain it must be really offended. 'We won't talk about her any
more if you'd rather not.'</p>
<p>'We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the
end of his tail. 'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our
family always <i>hated</i> cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't
let me hear the name again!'</p>
<p>'I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change the
subject of conversation. 'Are you--are you fond--of--of dogs?'
The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: 'There is
such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you!
A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly
brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll
sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things--I can't
remember half of them--and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and
he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it
kills all the rats and--oh dear!' cried Alice in a sorrowful
tone, 'I'm afraid I've offended it again!' For the Mouse was
swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a
commotion in the pool as it went.</p>
<p>So she called softly after it, 'Mouse dear! Do come back
again, and we won't talk about cats or dogs either, if you don't
like them!' When the Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam
slowly back to her: its face was quite pale (with passion, Alice
thought), and it said in a low trembling voice, 'Let us get to
the shore, and then I'll tell you my history, and you'll
understand why it is I hate cats and dogs.'</p>
<p>It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded
with the birds and animals that had fallen into it: there were a
Duck and a Dodo, a Lory and an Eaglet, and several other curious
creatures. Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the
shore.</p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER III</h3>
<h3 align="Center">A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale</h3>
<p>They were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the
bank--the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their
fur clinging close to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and
uncomfortable.</p>
<p>The first question of course was, how to get dry again: they
had a consultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed
quite natural to Alice to find herself talking familiarly with
them, as if she had known them all her life. Indeed, she had
quite a long argument with the Lory, who at last turned sulky,
and would only say, 'I am older than you, and must know better';
and this Alice would not allow without knowing how old it was,
and, as the Lory positively refused to tell its age, there was no
more to be said.</p>
<p>At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person of authority
among them, called out, 'Sit down, all of you, and listen to me!
<i>I'll</i> soon make you dry enough!' They all sat down at once,
in a large ring, with the Mouse in the middle. Alice kept her
eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt sure she would catch a
bad cold if she did not get dry very soon.</p>
<p>'Ahem!' said the Mouse with an important air, 'are you all
ready? This is the driest thing I know. Silence all round, if you
please! "William the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the
pope, was soon submitted to by the English, who wanted leaders,
and had been of late much accustomed to usurpation and conquest.
Edwin and Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria--"'</p>
<p>'Ugh!' said the Lory, with a shiver.</p>
<p>'I beg your pardon!' said the Mouse, frowning, but very
politely: 'Did you speak?'</p>
<p>'Not I!' said the Lory hastily.</p>
<p>'I thought you did,' said the Mouse. '--I proceed. "Edwin and
Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him:
and even Stigand, the patriotic archbishop of Canterbury, found
it advisable--"'</p>
<p>'Found <i>what</i>?' said the Duck.</p>
<p>'Found <i>it</i>,' the Mouse replied rather crossly: 'of
course you know what "it" means.'</p>
<p>'I know what "it" means well enough, when <i>I</i> find a
thing,' said the Duck: 'it's generally a frog or a worm. The
question is, what did the archbishop find?'</p>
<p>The Mouse did not notice this question, but hurriedly went on,
'"--found it advisable to go with Edgar Atheling to meet William
and offer him the crown. William's conduct at first was moderate.
But the insolence of his Normans--" How are you getting on now,
my dear?' it continued, turning to Alice as it spoke.</p>
<p>'As wet as ever,' said Alice in a melancholy tone: 'it doesn't
seem to dry me at all.'</p>
<p>'In that case,' said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, 'I
move that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more
energetic remedies--'</p>
<p>'Speak English!' said the Eaglet. 'I don't know the meaning of
half those long words, and, what's more, I don't believe you do
either!' And the Eaglet bent down its head to hide a smile: some
of the other birds tittered audibly.</p>
<p>'What I was going to say,' said the Dodo in an offended tone,
'was, that the best thing to get us dry would be a
Caucus-race.'</p>
<p>'What <i>is</i> a Caucus-race?' said Alice; not that she
wanted much to know, but the Dodo had paused as if it thought
that <i>somebody</i> ought to speak, and no one else seemed
inclined to say anything.</p>
<p>'Why,' said the Dodo, 'the best way to explain it is to do
it.' (And, as you might like to try the thing yourself, some
winter day, I will tell you how the Dodo managed it.)</p>
<p>First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle, ('the
exact shape doesn't matter,' it said,) and then all the party
were placed along the course, here and there. There was no 'One,
two, three, and away,' but they began running when they liked,
and left off when they liked, so that it was not easy to know
when the race was over. However, when they had been running half
an hour or so, and were quite dry again, the Dodo suddenly called
out 'The race is over!' and they all crowded round it, panting,
and asking, 'But who has won?'</p>
<p>This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal
of thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed
upon its forehead (the position in which you usually see
Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the rest waited in
silence. At last the Dodo said, '<i>everybody</i> has won, and
<i>all</i> must have prizes.'</p>
<p>'But who is to give the prizes?' quite a chorus of voices
asked.</p>
<p>'Why, <i>she</i>, 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!'</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>'But she must have a prize herself, you know,' said the
Mouse.</p>
<p>'Of course,' the Dodo replied very gravely. 'What else have
you got in your pocket?' he went on, turning to Alice.</p>
<p>'Only a thimble,' said Alice sadly.</p>
<p>'Hand it over here,' said the Dodo.</p>
<p>Then they all crowded round her once more, while the Dodo
solemnly presented the thimble, saying 'We beg your acceptance of
this elegant thimble'; and, when it had finished this short
speech, they all cheered.</p>
<p>Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked
so grave that she did not dare to laugh; and, as she could not
think of anything to say, she simply bowed, and took the thimble,
looking as solemn as she could.</p>
<p>The next thing was to eat the comfits: this caused some noise
and confusion, as the large birds complained that they could not
taste theirs, and the small ones choked and had to be patted on
the back. However, it was over at last, and they sat down again
in a ring, and begged the Mouse to tell them something more.</p>
<p>'You promised to tell me your history, you know,' said Alice,
'and why it is you hate--C and D,' she added in a whisper, half
afraid that it would be offended again.</p>
<p>'Mine is a long and a sad tale!' said the Mouse, turning to
Alice, and sighing.</p>
<p>'It <i>is</i> a long tail, certainly,' said Alice, looking down with
wonder at the Mouse's tail; 'but why do you call it sad?' And she
kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that
her idea of the tale was something like this:--</p>
<p>'Fury said to a mouse, That he met in the house, "Let us both
go to law: I will prosecute <i>you</i>. --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."'</p>
<p>'You are not attending!' said the Mouse to Alice severely.
'What are you thinking of?'</p>
<p>'I beg your pardon,' said Alice very humbly: 'you had got to
the fifth bend, I think?'</p>
<p>'I had <i>not</i>!' cried the Mouse, sharply and very
angrily.</p>
<p>'A knot!' said Alice, always ready to make herself useful, and
looking anxiously about her. 'Oh, do let me help to undo it!'</p>
<p>'I shall do nothing of the sort,' said the Mouse, getting up
and walking away. 'You insult me by talking such nonsense!'</p>
<p>'I didn't mean it!' pleaded poor Alice. 'But you're so easily
offended, you know!'</p>
<p>The Mouse only growled in reply.</p>
<p>'Please come back and finish your story!' Alice called after
it; and the others all joined in chorus, 'Yes, please do!' but
the Mouse only shook its head impatiently, and walked a little
quicker.</p>
<p>'What a pity it wouldn't stay!' sighed the Lory, as soon as it
was quite out of sight; and an old Crab took the opportunity of
saying to her daughter 'Ah, my dear! Let this be a lesson to you
never to lose <i>your</i> temper!' 'Hold your tongue, Ma!' said
the young Crab, a little snappishly. 'You're enough to try the
patience of an oyster!'</p>
<p>'I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!' said Alice aloud,
addressing nobody in particular. 'She'd soon fetch it back!'</p>
<p>'And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question?'
said the Lory.</p>
<p>Alice replied eagerly, for she was always ready to talk about
her pet: 'Dinah's our cat. And she's such a capital one for
catching mice you can't think! And oh, I wish you could see her
after the birds! Why, she'll eat a little bird as soon as look at
it!'</p>
<p>This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party.
Some of the birds hurried off at once: one old Magpie began
wrapping itself up very carefully, remarking, 'I really must be
getting home; the night-air doesn't suit my throat!' and a Canary
called out in a trembling voice to its children, 'Come away, my
dears! It's high time you were all in bed!' On various pretexts
they all moved off, and Alice was soon left alone.</p>
<p>'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 the world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder
if I shall ever see you any more!' And here poor Alice began to
cry again, for she felt very lonely and low-spirited. In a little
while, however, she again heard a little pattering of footsteps
in the distance, and she looked up eagerly, half hoping that the
Mouse had changed his mind, and was coming back to finish his
story.</p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER IV</h3>
<h3 align="Center">The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill</h3>
<p>It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and
looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something;
and she heard it muttering to itself 'The Duchess! The Duchess!
Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She'll get me executed,
as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where <i>can</i> I have dropped
them, I wonder?' Alice guessed in a moment that it was looking
for the fan and the pair of white kid gloves, and she very
good-naturedly began hunting about for them, but they were
nowhere to be seen--everything seemed to have changed since her
swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass table and
the little door, had vanished completely.</p>
<p>Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about,
and called out to her in an angry tone, 'Why, Mary Ann, what
<i>are</i> you doing out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me
a pair of gloves and a fan! Quick, now!' And Alice was so much
frightened that she ran off at once in the direction it pointed
to, without trying to explain the mistake it had made.</p>
<p>'He took me for his housemaid,' she said to herself as she
ran. 'How surprised he'll be when he finds out who I am! But I'd
better take him his fan and gloves--that is, if I can find them.'
As she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door
of which was a bright brass plate with the name 'W. RABBIT'
engraved upon it. She went in without knocking, and hurried
upstairs, in great fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann,
and be turned out of the house before she had found the fan and
gloves.</p>
<p>'How queer it seems,' Alice said to herself, 'to be going
messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah'll be sending me on
messages next!' And she began fancying 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 see that
the mouse doesn't get out." Only I don't think,' Alice went on,
'that they'd let Dinah stop in the house if it began ordering
people about like that!'</p>
<p>By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room
with a table in the window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan
and two or three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: she took up the
fan and a pair of the gloves, and was just going to leave the
room, when her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near the
looking- glass. There was no label this time with the words
'DRINK ME,' but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her
lips. 'I know <i>something</i> interesting is sure to happen,'
she said to herself, 'whenever I eat or drink anything; so I'll
just see what this bottle does. I do hope it'll make me grow
large again, for really I'm quite tired of being such a tiny
little thing!'</p>
<p>It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected:
before she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing
against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being
broken. She hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself
'That's quite enough--I hope I 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!'</p>
<p>Alas! it was too late to wish that! She went on growing, and
growing, and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in another
minute there was not even room for this, and she tried the effect
of lying down with one elbow against the door, and the other arm
curled round her head. Still she went on growing, and, as a last
resource, she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the
chimney, and said to herself 'Now I can do no more, whatever
happens. What <i>will</i> become of me?'</p>
<p>Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its
full effect, and she grew no larger: still it was very
uncomfortable, and, as there seemed to be no sort of chance of
her ever getting out of the room again, no wonder she felt
unhappy.</p>
<p>'It was much pleasanter at home,' thought poor Alice, 'when
one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered
about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that
rabbit-hole--and yet--and yet--it's rather curious, you know,
this sort of life! I do wonder what <i>can</i> have happened to
me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing
never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There
ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And when I
grow up, I'll write one--but I'm grown up now,' she added in a
sorrowful tone; 'at least there's no room to grow up any more
<i>here</i>.'</p>
<p>'But then,' thought Alice, 'shall I <i>never</i> get any older
than I am now? That'll be a comfort, one way--never to be an old
woman-- but then--always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I
shouldn't like <i>that</i>!'</p>
<p>'Oh, you foolish Alice!' she answered herself. 'How can you
learn lessons in here? Why, there's hardly room for you, and no
room at all for any lesson-books!'</p>
<p>And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other,
and making quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few
minutes she heard a voice outside, and stopped to listen.</p>
<p>'Mary Ann! Mary Ann!' said the voice. 'Fetch me my gloves this
moment!' Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs.
Alice knew it was the Rabbit coming to look for her, and she
trembled till she shook the house, quite forgetting that she was
now about a thousand times as large as the Rabbit, and had no
reason to be afraid of it.</p>
<p>Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open
it; but, as the door opened inwards, and Alice's elbow was
pressed hard against it, that attempt proved a failure. Alice
heard it say to itself 'Then I'll go round and get in at the
window.'</p>
<p>'<i>That</i> you won't' thought Alice, and, after waiting till
she fancied she heard the Rabbit just under the window, she
suddenly spread out her hand, and made a snatch in the air. She
did not get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a
fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that
it was just possible it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or
something of the sort.</p>
<p>Next came an angry voice--the Rabbit's--'Pat! Pat! Where are
you?' And then a voice she had never heard before, 'Sure then I'm
here! Digging for apples, yer honour!'</p>
<p>'Digging for apples, indeed!' said the Rabbit angrily. 'Here!
Come and help me out of <i>this</i>!' (Sounds of more broken
glass.)</p>
<p>'Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window?'</p>
<p>'Sure, it's an arm, yer honour!' (He pronounced it
'arrum.')</p>
<p>'An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills
the whole window!'</p>
<p>'Sure, it does, yer honour: but it's an arm for all that.'</p>
<p>'Well, it's got no business there, at any rate: go and take it
away!'</p>
<p>There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear
whispers now and then; such as, 'Sure, I don't like it, yer
honour, at all, at all!' 'Do as I tell you, you coward!' and at
last she spread out her hand again, and made another snatch in
the air. This time there were <i>two</i> little shrieks, and more
sounds of broken glass. 'What a number of cucumber-frames there
must be!' thought Alice. 'I wonder what they'll do next! As for
pulling me out of the window, I only wish they <i>could</i>! I'm
sure I don't want to stay in here any longer!'</p>
<p>She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at
last came a rumbling of 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 but one;
Bill's got the other--Bill! fetch it here, lad!--Here, put 'em up
at this corner--No, tie 'em together first--they don't reach half
high enough yet--Oh! they'll do well enough; don't be
particular-- Here, Bill! catch hold of this rope--Will the roof
bear?--Mind that loose slate--Oh, it's coming down! Heads below!'
(a loud crash)--'Now, who did that?--It was Bill, I fancy--Who's
to go down the chimney?--Nay, I shan't! <i>you</i> do it!--That I
won't, then!--Bill's to go down--Here, Bill! the master says
you're to go down the chimney!'</p>
<p>'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 for a good deal: this fireplace is
narrow, to be sure; but I <i>think</i> I can kick a little!'</p>
<p>She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and
waited till she heard a little animal (she couldn't guess of what
sort it was) scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close
above her: then, saying to herself 'This is Bill,' she gave one
sharp kick, and waited to see what would happen next.</p>
<p>The first thing she heard was a general chorus of 'There goes
Bill!' then the Rabbit's voice along--'Catch him, you by the
hedge!' then silence, and then another confusion of voices--'Hold
up his head--Brandy now--Don't choke him--How was it, old fellow?
What happened to you? Tell us all about it!'</p>
<p>Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice, ('That's Bill,'
thought Alice,) 'Well, I hardly know--No more, thank ye; I'm
better now--but I'm a deal too flustered to tell you--all I know
is, something comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and up I goes
like a sky-rocket!'</p>
<p>'So you did, old fellow!' said the others.</p>
<p>'We must burn the house down!' said the Rabbit's voice; and
Alice called out as loud as she could, 'If you do. I'll set Dinah
at you!'</p>
<p>There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to
herself, 'I wonder what they <i>will</i> do next! If they had any
sense, they'd take the roof off.' After a minute or two, they
began moving about again, and Alice heard the Rabbit say, 'A
barrowful will do, to begin with.'</p>
<p>'A barrowful of <i>what</i>?' thought Alice; but she had not
long to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles
came rattling in at the window, and some of them hit her in the
face. 'I'll put a stop to this,' she said to herself, and shouted
out, 'You'd better not do that again!' which produced another
dead silence.</p>
<p>Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all
turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright
idea came into her head. 'If I eat one of these cakes,' she
thought, 'it's sure to make <i>some</i> change in my size; and as
it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I
suppose.'</p>
<p>So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find
that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small
enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house, and
found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside.
The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by
two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle.
They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she
ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a
thick wood.</p>
<p>'The first thing I've got to do,' said Alice to herself, as
she wandered about in the wood, 'is to grow to my right size
again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely
garden. I think that will be the best plan.'</p>
<p>It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and
simply arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the
smallest idea how to set about it; and while she was peering
about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just over
her head made her look up in a great hurry.</p>
<p>An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round
eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her.
'Poor little thing!' said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried
hard to whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the
time at the thought that it might be hungry, in which case it
would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her
coaxing.</p>
<p>Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of
stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped
into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight,
and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice
dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run
over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy
made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in
its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very
like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every
moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle
again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the
stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long
way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat
down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its
mouth, and its great eyes half shut.</p>
<p>This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape;
so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out
of breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the
distance.</p>
<p>'And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she
leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself
with one of the leaves: 'I should have liked teaching it tricks
very much, if--if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh dear!
I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me
see--how <i>is</i> it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink
something or other; but the great question is, what?'</p>
<p>The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round
her at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see
anything that looked like the right thing to eat or drink under
the circumstances. There was a large mushroom growing near her,
about the same height as herself; and when she had looked under
it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to her
that she might as well look and see what was on the top of
it.</p>
<p>She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge
of the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large
caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms folded,
quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice
of her or of anything else.</p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER V</h3>
<h3 align="Center">Advice from a Caterpillar</h3>
<p>The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time
in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its
mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.</p>
<p>'Who are <i>you</i>?' said the Caterpillar.</p>
<p>This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice
replied, rather shyly, 'I--I hardly know, sir, just at present--
at least I know who I <i>was</i> when I got up this morning, but I think
I must have been changed several times since then.'</p>
<p>'What do you mean by that?' said the Caterpillar sternly.
'Explain yourself!'</p>
<p>'I can't explain <i>myself</i>, I'm afraid, sir' said Alice,
'because I'm not myself, you see.'</p>
<p>'I don't see,' said the Caterpillar.</p>
<p>'I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly,' Alice replied very
politely, 'for I can't understand it myself to begin with; and
being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.'</p>
<p>'It isn't,' said the Caterpillar.</p>
<p>'Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet,' said Alice; 'but
when you have to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you
know--and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you'll
feel it a little queer, won't you?'</p>
<p>'Not a bit,' said the Caterpillar.</p>
<p>'Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,' said Alice;
'all I know is, it would feel very queer to <i>me</i>.'</p>
<p>'You!' said the Caterpillar contemptuously. 'Who are
<i>you</i>?'</p>
<p>Which brought them back again to the beginning of the
conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar's
making such <i>very</i> short remarks, and she drew herself up
and said, very gravely, 'I think, you ought to tell me who
<i>you</i> are, first.'</p>
<p>'Why?' said the Caterpillar.</p>
<p>Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not
think of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in
a <i>very</i> unpleasant state of mind, she turned away.</p>
<p>'Come back!' the Caterpillar called after her. 'I've something
important to say!'</p>
<p>This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back
again.</p>
<p>'Keep your temper,' said the Caterpillar.</p>
<p>'Is that all?' said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well
as she could.</p>
<p>'No,' said the Caterpillar.</p>
<p>Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else
to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth
hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking, but at
last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth
again, and said, 'So you think you're changed, do you?'</p>
<p>'I'm afraid I am, sir,' said Alice; 'I can't remember things
as I used--and I don't keep the same size for ten minutes
together!'</p>
<p>'Can't remember <i>what</i> things?' said the Caterpillar.</p>
<p>'Well, I've tried to say "<i>How doth the little busy
bee,</i>" but it all came different!' Alice replied in a very
melancholy voice.</p>
<p>'Repeat, "<i>you are old, Father William,</i>"' said the
Caterpillar.</p>
<p>Alice folded her hands, and began:--</p>
<p><i>'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?'</i></p>
<p><i>'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.'</i></p>
<p><i>'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?'</i></p>
<p><i>'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?'</i></p>
<p><i>'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?'</i></p>
<p><i>'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.'</i></p>
<p><i>'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></p>
<p><i>'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!'</i></p>
<p>'That is not said right,' said the Caterpillar.</p>
<p>'Not <i>quite</i> right, I'm afraid,' said Alice, timidly;
'some of the words have got altered.'</p>
<p>'It is wrong from beginning to end,' said the Caterpillar
decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes.</p>
<p>The Caterpillar was the first to speak.</p>
<p>'What size do you want to be?' it asked.</p>
<p>'Oh, I'm not particular as to size,' Alice hastily replied;
'only one doesn't like changing so often, you know.'</p>
<p>'I <i>don't</i> know,' said the Caterpillar.</p>
<p>Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in
her life before, and she felt that she was losing her temper.</p>
<p>'Are you content now?' said the Caterpillar.</p>
<p>'Well, I should like to be a <i>little</i> larger, sir, if you
wouldn't mind,' said Alice: 'three inches is such a wretched
height to be.'</p>
<p>'It is a very good height indeed!' said the Caterpillar
angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three
inches high).</p>
<p>'But I'm not used to it!' pleaded poor Alice in a piteous
tone. And she thought of herself, 'I wish the creatures wouldn't
be so easily offended!'</p>
<p>'You'll get used to it in time,' said the Caterpillar; and it
put the hookah into its mouth and began smoking again.</p>
<p>This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak
again. In a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of
its mouth and yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got
down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely
remarking as it went, 'One side will make you grow taller, and
the other side will make you grow shorter.'</p>
<p>'One side of <i>what</i>? The other side of <i>what</i>?'
thought Alice to herself.</p>
<p>'Of the mushroom,' said the Caterpillar, just as if she had
asked it aloud; and in another moment it was out of sight.</p>
<p>Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a
minute, trying to make out which were the two sides of it; and as
it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question.
However, at last she stretched her arms round it as far as they
would go, and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand.</p>
<p>'And now which is which?' she said to herself, and nibbled a
little of the right-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment
she felt a violent blow underneath her chin: it had struck her
foot!</p>
<p>She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but
she felt that there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking
rapidly; so she set to work at once to eat some of the other bit.
Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was
hardly room to open her mouth; but she did it at last, and
managed to swallow a morsel of the lefthand bit.</p>
<p align="Center">* * * * *</p>
<p>'Come, my head's free at last!' said Alice in a tone of
delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she
found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could
see, when she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which
seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay
far below her.</p>
<p>'What <i>can</i> all that green stuff be?' said Alice. 'And
where <i>have</i> my shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how
is it I can't see you?' She was moving them about as she spoke,
but no result seemed to follow, except a little shaking among the
distant green leaves.</p>
<p>As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her
head, she tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted
to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction,
like a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it down into a
graceful zigzag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, which
she found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she
had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a
hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and was beating
her violently with its wings.</p>
<p>'Serpent!' screamed the Pigeon.</p>
<p>'I'm <i>not</i> a serpent!' said Alice indignantly. 'Let me
alone!'</p>
<p>'Serpent, I say again!' repeated the Pigeon, but in a more
subdued tone, and added with a kind of sob, 'I've tried every
way, and nothing seems to suit them!'</p>
<p>'I haven't the least idea what you're talking about,' said
Alice.</p>
<p>'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 no pleasing them!'</p>
<p>Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no
use in saying anything more till the Pigeon had finished.</p>
<p>'As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching the eggs,' said the
Pigeon; 'but I must be on the look-out for serpents night and
day! Why, I haven't had a wink of sleep these three weeks!'</p>
<p>'I'm very sorry you've been annoyed,' said Alice, who was
beginning to see its meaning.</p>
<p>'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 of them at last, they must needs
come wriggling down from the sky! Ugh, Serpent!'</p>
<p>'But I'm <i>not</i> a serpent, I tell you!' said Alice. 'I'm
a--I'm a--'</p>
<p>'Well! <i>what</i> are you?' said the Pigeon. 'I can see
you're trying to invent something!'</p>
<p>'I--I'm a little girl,' said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she
remembered the number of changes she had gone through that
day.</p>
<p>'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 <i>one</i> with such a neck as that! No, no! You're a
serpent; and there's no use denying it. I suppose you'll be
telling me next that you never tasted an egg!'</p>
<p>'I <i>have</i> tasted eggs, certainly,' said Alice, who was a
very truthful child; 'but little girls eat eggs quite as much as
serpents do, you know.'</p>
<p>'I don't believe it,' said the Pigeon; 'but if they do, why
then they're a kind of serpent, that's all I can say.'</p>
<p>This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent
for a minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of
adding, 'You're looking for eggs, I know <i>that</i> well enough;
and what does it matter to me whether you're a little girl or a
serpent?'</p>
<p>'It matters a good deal to <i>me</i>,' said Alice hastily;
'but I'm not looking for eggs, as it happens; and if I was, I
shouldn't want <i>yours</i>: I don't like them raw.'</p>
<p>'Well, be off, then!' said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it
settled down again into its nest. Alice crouched down among the
trees as well as she could, for her neck kept getting entangled
among the branches, and every now and then she had to stop and
untwist it. After a while she remembered that she still held the
pieces of mushroom in her hands, and she set to work very
carefully, nibbling first at one and then at the other, and
growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she had
succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual height.</p>
<p>It was so long since she had been anything near the right
size, that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it
in a few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. 'Come,
there's half my plan done now! How puzzling all these changes
are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from one minute to
another! However, I've got back to my right size: the next thing
is, to get into that beautiful garden--how <i>is</i> that to be
done, I wonder?' As she said this, she came suddenly upon an open
place, with a little house in it about four feet high. 'Whoever
lives there,' thought Alice, 'it'll never do to come upon them
<i>this</i> size: why, I should frighten them out of their wits!'
So she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did not
venture to go near the house till she had brought herself down to
nine inches high.</p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER VI</h3>
<h3 align="Center">Pig and Pepper</h3>
<p>For a minute or two she stood looking at the house, and
wondering what to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery came
running out of the wood--(she considered him to be a footman
because he was in livery: otherwise, judging by his face only,
she would have called him a fish)--and rapped loudly at the door
with his knuckles. It was opened by another footman in livery,
with a round face, and large eyes like a frog; and both footmen,
Alice noticed, had powdered hair that curled all over their
heads. She felt very curious to know what it was all about, and
crept a little way out of the wood to listen.</p>
<p>The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great
letter, nearly as large as himself, and this he handed over to
the other, saying, in a solemn tone, 'For the Duchess. An
invitation from the Queen to play croquet.' The Frog-Footman
repeated, in the same solemn tone, only changing the order of the
words a little, 'From the Queen. An invitation for the Duchess to
play croquet.'</p>
<p>Then they both bowed low, and their curls got entangled
together.</p>
<p>Alice laughed so much at this, that she had to run back into
the wood for fear of their hearing her; and when she next peeped
out the Fish-Footman was gone, and the other was sitting on the
ground near the door, staring stupidly up into the sky.</p>
<p>Alice went timidly up to the door, and knocked.</p>
<p>'There's no sort of use in knocking,' said the Footman, 'and
that for two reasons. 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 was
a most extraordinary noise going on within--a constant howling
and sneezing, and every now and then a great crash, as if a dish
or kettle had been broken to pieces.</p>
<p>'Please, then,' said Alice, 'how am I to get in?'</p>
<p>'There might be some sense in your knocking,' the Footman went
on without attending to her, 'if we had the door between us. For
instance, if you were <i>inside</i>, you might knock, and I could
let you out, you know.' He was looking up into the sky all the
time he was speaking, and this Alice thought decidedly uncivil.
'But perhaps he can't help it,' she said to herself; 'his eyes
are so <i>very</i> nearly at the top of his head. But at any rate
he might answer questions.--How am I to get in?' she repeated,
aloud.</p>
<p>'I shall sit here,' the Footman remarked, 'till
tomorrow--'</p>
<p>At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate
came skimming out, straight at the Footman's head: it just grazed
his nose, and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind
him.</p>
<p>'--or next day, maybe,' the Footman continued in the same
tone, exactly as if nothing had happened.</p>
<p>'How am I to get in?' asked Alice again, in a louder tone.</p>
<p>'<i>Are</i> you to get in at all?' said the Footman. 'That's
the first question, you know.'</p>
<p>It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to be told so. 'It's
really dreadful,' she muttered to herself, 'the way all the
creatures argue. It's enough to drive one crazy!'</p>
<p>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.'</p>
<p>'But what am I to do?' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Anything you like,' said the Footman, and began
whistling.</p>
<p>'Oh, there's no use in talking to him,' said Alice
desperately: 'he's perfectly idiotic!' And she opened the door
and went in.</p>
<p>The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of
smoke from one end to the other: the Duchess was sitting on a
three-legged stool in the middle, nursing a baby; the cook was
leaning over the fire, stirring a large cauldron which seemed to
be full of soup.</p>
<p>'There's certainly too much pepper in that soup!' Alice said
to herself, as well as she could for sneezing.</p>
<p>There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the
Duchess sneezed occasionally; and as for the baby, it was
sneezing and howling alternately without a moment's pause. The
only things in the kitchen that did not sneeze, were the cook,
and a large cat which was sitting on the hearth and grinning from
ear to ear.</p>
<p>'Please would you tell me,' said Alice, a little timidly, for
she was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her to
speak first, 'why your cat grins like that?'</p>
<p>'It's a Cheshire cat,' said the Duchess, 'and that's why.
Pig!'</p>
<p>She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice
quite jumped; but she saw in another moment that it was addressed
to the baby, and not to her, so she took courage, and went on
again:--</p>
<p>'I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I
didn't know that cats <i>could</i> grin.'</p>
<p>'They all can,' said the Duchess; 'and most of 'em do.'</p>
<p>'I don't know of any that do,' Alice said very politely,
feeling quite pleased to have got into a conversation.</p>
<p>'You don't know much,' said the Duchess; 'and that's a
fact.'</p>
<p>Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark, and thought
it would be as well to introduce some other subject of
conversation. While she was trying to fix on one, the cook took
the cauldron of soup off the fire, and at once set to work
throwing everything within her reach at the Duchess and the baby
--the fire-irons came first; then followed a shower of saucepans,
plates, and dishes. The Duchess took no notice of them even when
they hit her; and the baby was howling so much already, that it
was quite impossible to say whether the blows hurt it or not.</p>
<p>'Oh, <i>please</i> mind what you're doing!' cried Alice,
jumping up and down in an agony of terror. 'Oh, there goes his
<i>precious</i> nose'; as an unusually large saucepan flew close
by it, and very nearly carried it off.</p>
<p>'If everybody minded their own business,' the Duchess said in
a hoarse growl, 'the world would go round a deal faster than it
does.'</p>
<p>'Which would <i>not</i> be an advantage,' said Alice, who felt
very glad to get an opportunity of showing off a little of her
knowledge. 'Just think of what work it would make with the day
and night! You see the earth takes twenty-four hours to turn
round on its axis--'</p>
<p>'Talking of axes,' said the Duchess, 'chop off her head!'</p>
<p>Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to see if she
meant to take the hint; but the cook was busily stirring the
soup, and seemed not to be listening, so she went on again:
'Twenty-four hours, I <i>think</i>; or is it twelve? I--'</p>
<p>'Oh, don't bother <i>me</i>,' said the Duchess; 'I never could abide
figures!' And with that she began nursing her child again,
singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a
violent shake at the end of every line:</p>
<p align="Center"><i>'Speak roughly to your little boy,</i></p>
<p align="Center"><i>And beat him when he sneezes:</i></p>
<p align="Center"><i>He only does it to annoy,</i></p>
<p align="Center"><i>Because he knows it teases.'</i></p>
<p align="Center">CHORUS</p>
<p>(In which the cook and the baby joined):--</p>
<p align="Center">'Wow! wow! wow!'</p>
<p>While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept
tossing the baby violently up and down, and the poor little thing
howled so, that Alice could hardly hear the words:--</p>
<p align="Center"><i>'I speak severely to my boy,</i></p>
<p align="Center"><i>I beat him when he sneezes;</i></p>
<p align="Center"><i>For he can thoroughly enjoy</i></p>
<p align="Center"><i>The pepper when he pleases!'</i></p>
<p align="Center">CHORUS</p>
<p align="Center">'Wow! wow! wow!'</p>
<p>'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 croquet with the Queen,' and she hurried out of
the room. The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went out,
but it just missed her.</p>
<p>Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer-
shaped little creature, and held out its arms and legs in all
directions, 'just like a star-fish,' thought Alice. The poor
little thing was snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it,
and kept doubling itself up and straightening itself out again,
so that altogether, for the first minute or two, it was as much
as she could do to hold it.</p>
<p>As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing it,
(which was to twist it up into a sort of knot, and then keep
tight hold of its right ear and left foot, so as to prevent its
undoing itself,) she carried it out into the open air. '<i>If</i>
I don't take this child away with me,' thought Alice, 'they're
sure to kill it in a day or two: wouldn't it be murder to leave
it behind?' She said the last words out loud, and the little
thing grunted in reply (it had left off sneezing by this time).
'Don't grunt,' said Alice; 'that's not at all a proper way of
expressing yourself.'</p>
<p>The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into
its face to see what was the matter with it. There could be no
doubt that it had a <i>very</i> turn-up nose, much more like a
snout than a real nose; also its eyes were getting extremely
small for a baby: altogether Alice did not like the look of the
thing at all. 'But perhaps it was only sobbing,' she thought, and
looked into its eyes again, to see if there were any tears.</p>
<p>No, there were no tears. 'If you're going to turn into a pig,
my dear,' said Alice, seriously, 'I'll have nothing more to do
with you. Mind now!' The poor little thing sobbed again (or
grunted, it was impossible to say which), and they went on for
some while in silence.</p>
<p>Alice was just beginning to think to herself, 'Now, what am I
to do with this creature when I get it home?' when it grunted
again, so violently, that she looked down into its face in some
alarm. This time there could be <i>no</i> mistake about it: it
was neither more nor less than a pig, and she felt that it would
be quite absurd for her to carry it further.</p>
<p>So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved
to see it trot away quietly into the wood. 'If it had grown up,'
she said to herself, 'it would have made a dreadfully ugly child:
but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.' And she began
thinking over other children she knew, who might do very well as
pigs, and was just saying to herself, 'if one only knew the right
way to change them--' when she was a little startled by seeing
the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards
off.</p>
<p>The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-
natured, she thought: still it had <i>very</i> long claws and a
great many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with
respect.</p>
<p>'Cheshire Puss,' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at
all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned
a little wider. 'Come, it's pleased so far,' thought Alice, and
she went on. 'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go
from here?'</p>
<p>'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said
the Cat.</p>
<p>'I don't much care where--' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.</p>
<p>'--so long as I get <i>somewhere</i>,' Alice added as an
explanation.</p>
<p>'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk
long enough.'</p>
<p>Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another
question. 'What sort of people live about here?'</p>
<p>'In <i>that</i> direction,' the Cat said, waving its right paw
round, 'lives a Hatter: and in <i>that</i> direction,' waving the
other paw, 'lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're
both mad.'</p>
<p>'But I don't want to go among mad people,' Alice remarked.</p>
<p>'Oh, you can't help that,' said the Cat: 'we're all mad here.
I'm mad. You're mad.'</p>
<p>'How do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.</p>
<p>'You must be,' said the Cat, 'or you wouldn't have come
here.'</p>
<p>Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on
'And how do you know that you're mad?'</p>
<p>'To begin with,' said the Cat, 'a dog's not mad. You grant
that?'</p>
<p>'I suppose so,' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Well, then,' the Cat went on, 'you see, a dog growls when
it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when
I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm
mad.'</p>
<p>'I call it purring, not growling,' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Call it what you like,' said the Cat. 'Do you play croquet
with the Queen to-day?'</p>
<p>'I should like it very much,' said Alice, 'but I haven't been
invited yet.'</p>
<p>'You'll see me there,' said the Cat, and vanished.</p>
<p>Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used
to queer things happening. While she was looking at the place
where it had been, it suddenly appeared again.</p>
<p>'By-the-bye, what became of the baby?' said the Cat. 'I'd
nearly forgotten to ask.'</p>
<p>'It turned into a pig,' Alice quietly said, just as if it had
come back in a natural way.</p>
<p>'I thought it would,' said the Cat, and vanished again.</p>
<p>Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it
did not appear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the
direction in which the March Hare was said to live. 'I've seen
hatters before,' she said to herself; 'the March Hare will be
much the most interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won't be
raving mad--at least not so mad as it was in March.' As she said
this, she looked up, and there was the Cat again, sitting on a
branch of a tree.</p>
<p>'Did you say pig, or fig?' said the Cat.</p>
<p>'I said pig,' replied Alice; 'and I wish you wouldn't keep
appearing and vanishing so suddenly: you make one quite
giddy.'</p>
<p>'All right,' said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite
slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the
grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.</p>
<p>'Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin,' thought Alice;
'but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious thing I ever saw
in my life!'</p>
<p>She had not gone much farther before she came in sight of the
house of the March Hare: she thought it must be the right house,
because the chimneys were shaped like ears and the roof was
thatched with fur. It was so large a house, that she did not like
to go nearer till she had nibbled some more of the lefthand bit
of mushroom, and raised herself to about two feet high: even then
she walked up towards it rather timidly, saying to herself
'Suppose it should be raving mad after all! I almost wish I'd
gone to see the Hatter instead!'</p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER VII</h3>
<h3 align="Center">A Mad Tea-Party</h3>
<p>There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house,
and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a
Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two
were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and
talking over its head. 'Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse,'
thought Alice; 'only, as it's asleep, I suppose it doesn't
mind.'</p>
<p>The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded
together at one corner of it: 'No room! No room!' they cried out
when they saw Alice coming. 'There's <i>plenty</i> of room!' said
Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one
end of the table.</p>
<p>'Have some wine,' the March Hare said in an encouraging
tone.</p>
<p>Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it
but tea. 'I don't see any wine,' she remarked.</p>
<p>'There isn't any,' said the March Hare.</p>
<p>'Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it,' said Alice
angrily.</p>
<p>'It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being
invited,' said the March Hare.</p>
<p>'I didn't know it was <i>your</i> table,' said Alice; 'it's
laid for a great many more than three.'</p>
<p>'Your hair wants cutting,' said the Hatter. He had been
looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was
his first speech.</p>
<p>'You should learn not to make personal remarks,' Alice said
with some severity; 'it's very rude.'</p>
<p>The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all
he <i>said</i> was, 'Why is a raven like a writing-desk?'</p>
<p>'Come, we shall have some fun now!' thought Alice. 'I'm glad
they've begun asking riddles.--I believe I can guess that,' she
added aloud.</p>
<p>'Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to
it?' said the March Hare.</p>
<p>'Exactly so,' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Then you should say what you mean,' the March Hare went
on.</p>
<p>'I do,' Alice hastily replied; 'at least--at least I mean what
I say--that's the same thing, you know.'</p>
<p>'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"!'</p>
<p>'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"!'</p>
<p>'You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse, who seemed
to be talking in his sleep, 'that "I breathe when I sleep" is the
same thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!'</p>
<p>'It <i>is</i> the same thing with you,' said the Hatter, and
here the conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a
minute, while Alice thought over all she could remember about
ravens and writing-desks, which wasn't much.</p>
<p>The Hatter was the first to break the silence. 'What day of
the month is it?' he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his
watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking
it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.</p>
<p>Alice considered a little, and then said 'The fourth.'</p>
<p>'Two days wrong!' sighed the Hatter. 'I told you butter
wouldn't suit the works!' he added looking angrily at the March
Hare.</p>
<p>'It was the <i>best</i> butter,' the March Hare meekly
replied.</p>
<p>'Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,' the Hatter
grumbled: 'you shouldn't have put it in with the
bread-knife.'</p>
<p>The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then
he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he
could think of nothing better to say than his first remark, 'It
was the <i>best</i> butter, you know.'</p>
<p>Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity.
'What a funny watch!' she remarked. 'It tells the day of the
month, and doesn't tell what o'clock it is!'</p>
<p>'Why should it?' muttered the Hatter. 'Does <i>your</i> watch
tell you what year it is?'</p>
<p>'Of course not,' Alice replied very readily: 'but that's
because it stays the same year for such a long time
together.'</p>
<p>'Which is just the case with <i>mine</i>,' said the
Hatter.</p>
<p>Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to
have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English.
'I don't quite understand you,' she said, as politely as she
could.</p>
<p>'The Dormouse is asleep again,' said the Hatter, and he poured
a little hot tea upon its nose.</p>
<p>The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without
opening its eyes, 'Of course, of course; just what I was going to
remark myself.'</p>
<p>'Have you guessed the riddle yet?' the Hatter said, turning to
Alice again.</p>
<p>'No, I give it up,' Alice replied: 'what's the answer?'</p>
<p>'I haven't the slightest idea,' said the Hatter.</p>
<p>'Nor I,' said the March Hare.</p>
<p>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.'</p>
<p>'If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter, 'you
wouldn't talk about wasting <i>it</i>. It's <i>him</i>.'</p>
<p>'I don't know what you mean,' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Of course you don't!' the Hatter said, tossing his head
contemptuously. 'I dare say you never even spoke to Time!'</p>
<p>'Perhaps not,' Alice cautiously replied: 'but I know I have to
beat time when I learn music.'</p>
<p>'Ah! that accounts for it,' said the Hatter. 'He won't stand
beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do
almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose
it were nine o'clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons:
you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the
clock in a twinkling! Half-past one, time for dinner!'</p>
<p>('I only wish it was,' the March Hare said to itself in a
whisper.)</p>
<p>'That would be grand, certainly,' said Alice thoughtfully:
'but then--I shouldn't be hungry for it, you know.'</p>
<p>'Not at first, perhaps,' said the Hatter: 'but you could keep
it to half-past one as long as you liked.'</p>
<p>'Is that the way <i>you</i> manage?' Alice asked.</p>
<p>The Hatter shook his head mournfully. 'Not I!' he replied. 'We
quarrelled last March--just before <i>he</i> went mad, you
know--' (pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) '--it
was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had
to sing</p>
<p><i>"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!</i></p>
<p><i>How I wonder what you're at!"</i></p>
<p>You know the song, perhaps?'</p>
<p>'I've heard something like it,' said Alice.</p>
<p>'It goes on, you know,' the Hatter continued, 'in this
way:--</p>
<p><i>"Up above the world you fly,</i></p>
<p><i>Like a tea-tray in the sky.</i></p>
<p><i>Twinkle, twinkle--"'</i></p>
<p>Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep
'<i>Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle--</i>' and went on so long
that they had to pinch it to make it stop.</p>
<p>'Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse,' said the Hatter,
'when the Queen jumped up and bawled out, "He's murdering the
time! Off with his head!"'</p>
<p>'How dreadfully savage!' exclaimed Alice.</p>
<p>'And ever since that,' the Hatter went on in a mournful tone,
'he won't do a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now.'</p>
<p>A bright idea came into Alice's head. 'Is that the reason so
many tea-things are put out here?' she asked.</p>
<p>'Yes, that's it,' said the Hatter with a sigh: 'it's always
tea-time, and we've no time to wash the things between
whiles.'</p>
<p>'Then you keep moving round, I suppose?' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Exactly so,' said the Hatter: 'as the things get used
up.'</p>
<p>'But what happens when you come to the beginning again?' Alice
ventured to ask.</p>
<p>'Suppose we change the subject,' the March Hare interrupted,
yawning. 'I'm getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells
us a story.'</p>
<p>'I'm afraid I don't know one,' said Alice, rather alarmed at
the proposal.</p>
<p>'Then the Dormouse shall!' they both cried. 'Wake up,
Dormouse!' And they pinched it on both sides at once.</p>
<p>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.'</p>
<p>'Tell us a story!' said the March Hare.</p>
<p>'Yes, please do!' pleaded Alice.</p>
<p>'And be quick about it,' added the Hatter, 'or you'll be
asleep again before it's done.'</p>
<p>'Once upon a time there were three little sisters,' the
Dormouse began in a great hurry; 'and their names were Elsie,
Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well--'</p>
<p>'What did they live on?' said Alice, who always took a great
interest in questions of eating and drinking.</p>
<p>'They lived on treacle,' said the Dormouse, after thinking a
minute or two.</p>
<p>'They couldn't have done that, you know,' Alice gently
remarked; 'they'd have been ill.'</p>
<p>'So they were,' said the Dormouse; '<i>very</i> ill.'</p>
<p>Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary
ways of living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she
went on: 'But why did they live at the bottom of a well?'</p>
<p>'Take some more tea,' the March Hare said to Alice, very
earnestly.</p>
<p>'I've had nothing yet,' Alice replied in an offended tone, 'so
I can't take more.'</p>
<p>'You mean you can't take <i>less</i>,' said the Hatter: 'it's
very easy to take <i>more</i> than nothing.'</p>
<p>'Nobody asked <i>your</i> opinion,' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Who's making personal remarks now?' the Hatter asked
triumphantly.</p>
<p>Alice did not quite know what to say to this: so she helped
herself to some tea and bread-and-butter, and then turned to the
Dormouse, and repeated her question. 'Why did they live at the
bottom of a well?'</p>
<p>The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and
then said, 'It was a treacle-well.'</p>
<p>'There's no such thing!' Alice was beginning very angrily, but
the Hatter and the March Hare went 'Sh! sh!' and the Dormouse
sulkily remarked, 'If you can't be civil, you'd better finish the
story for yourself.'</p>
<p>'No, please go on!' Alice said very humbly; 'I won't interrupt
again. I dare say there may be <i>one</i>.'</p>
<p>'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--'</p>
<p>'What did they draw?' said Alice, quite forgetting her
promise.</p>
<p>'Treacle,' said the Dormouse, without considering at all this
time.</p>
<p>'I want a clean cup,' interrupted the Hatter: 'let's all move
one place on.'</p>
<p>He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the
March Hare moved into the Dormouse's place, and Alice rather
unwillingly took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the
only one who got any advantage from the change: and Alice was a
good deal worse off than before, as the March Hare had just upset
the milk-jug into his plate.</p>
<p>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?'</p>
<p>'You can draw water out of a water-well,' said the Hatter; 'so
I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well--eh,
stupid?'</p>
<p>'But they were <i>in</i> the well,' Alice said to the
Dormouse, not choosing to notice this last remark.</p>
<p>'Of course they were', said the Dormouse; '--well in.'</p>
<p>This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse
go on for some time without interrupting it.</p>
<p>'They were learning to draw,' the Dormouse went on, yawning
and rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; 'and they
drew all manner of things--everything that begins with an
M--'</p>
<p>'Why with an M?' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Why not?' said the March Hare.</p>
<p>Alice was silent.</p>
<p>The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going
off into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up
again with a little shriek, and went on: '--that begins with an
M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness--
you know you say things are "much of a muchness"--did you ever
see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?'</p>
<p>'Really, now you ask me,' said Alice, very much confused, 'I
don't think--'</p>
<p>'Then you shouldn't talk,' said the Hatter.</p>
<p>This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got
up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep
instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her
going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that
they would call after her: the last time she saw them, they were
trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.</p>
<p>'At any rate I'll never go <i>there</i> again!' said Alice as
she picked her way through the wood. 'It's the stupidest
tea-party I ever was at in all my life!'</p>
<p>Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a
door leading right into it. 'That's very curious!' she thought.
'But everything's curious today. I think I may as well go in at
once.' And in she went.</p>
<p>Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the
little glass table. 'Now, I'll manage better this time,' she said
to herself, and began by taking the little golden key, and
unlocking the door that led into the garden. Then she went to
work nibbling at the mushroom (she had kept a piece of it in her
pocket) till she was about a foot high: then she walked down the
little passage: and <i>then</i>--she found herself at last in the
beautiful garden, among the bright flower-beds and the cool
fountains.</p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER VIII</h3>
<h3 align="Center">The Queen's Croquet-Ground</h3>
<p>A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the
roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at
it, busily painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious
thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up
to them she heard one of them say, 'Look out now, Five! Don't go
splashing paint over me like that!'</p>
<p>'I couldn't help it,' said Five, in a sulky tone; 'Seven
jogged my elbow.'</p>
<p>On which Seven looked up and said, 'That's right, Five! Always
lay the blame on others!'</p>
<p><i>You'd</i> better not talk!' said Five. 'I heard the Queen
say only yesterday you deserved to be beheaded!'</p>
<p>'What for?' said the one who had spoken first.</p>
<p>'That's none of <i>your</i> business, Two!' said Seven.</p>
<p>'Yes, it <i>is</i> his business!' said Five, 'and I'll tell
him--it was for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of
onions.'</p>
<p>Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun 'Well, of all
the unjust things--' 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 them bowed low.</p>
<p>'Would you tell me,' said Alice, a little timidly, 'why you
are painting those roses?'</p>
<p>Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a
low voice, 'Why the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to
have been a <i>red</i> rose-tree, and we put a white one in by
mistake; and if the Queen was to find it out, we should all have
our heads cut off, you know. So you see, Miss, we're doing our
best, afore she comes, to--' At this moment Five, who had been
anxiously looking across the garden, called out 'The Queen! The
Queen!' and the three gardeners instantly threw themselves flat
upon their faces. There was a sound of many footsteps, and Alice
looked round, eager to see the Queen.</p>
<p>First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped
like the three gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and
feet at the corners: next the ten courtiers; these were
ornamented all over with diamonds, and walked two and two, as the
soldiers did. After these came the royal children; there were ten
of them, and the little dears came jumping merrily along hand in
hand, in couples: they were all ornamented with hearts. Next came
the guests, mostly Kings and Queens, and among them Alice
recognised the White Rabbit: it was talking in a hurried nervous
manner, smiling at everything that was said, and went by without
noticing her. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the
King's crown on a crimson velvet cushion; and, last of all this
grand procession, came THE KING AND QUEEN OF HEARTS.</p>
<p>Alice was rather doubtful whether she ought not to lie down on
her face like the three gardeners, but she could not remember
ever having heard of such a rule 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 they couldn't see
it?' So she stood still where she was, and waited.</p>
<p>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.</p>
<p>'Idiot!' said the Queen, tossing her head impatiently; and,
turning to Alice, she went on, 'What's your name, child?'</p>
<p>'My name is Alice, so please your Majesty,' said Alice very
politely; but she added, to herself, 'Why, they're only a pack of
cards, after all. I needn't be afraid of them!'</p>
<p>'And who are <i>these</i>?' said the Queen, pointing to the
three gardeners who were lying round the rosetree; for, you see,
as they were lying on their faces, and the pattern on their backs
was the same as the rest of the pack, she could not tell whether
they were gardeners, or soldiers, or courtiers, or three of her
own children.</p>
<p>'How should I know?' said Alice, surprised at her own courage.
'It's no business of <i>mine</i>.'</p>
<p>The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her
for a moment like a wild beast, screamed 'Off with her head!
Off--'</p>
<p>'Nonsense!' said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the
Queen was silent.</p>
<p>The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said
'Consider, my dear: she is only a child!'</p>
<p>The Queen turned angrily away from him, and said to the Knave
'Turn them over!'</p>
<p>The Knave did so, very carefully, with one foot.</p>
<p>'Get up!' said the Queen, in a shrill, loud voice, and the
three gardeners instantly jumped up, and began bowing to the
King, the Queen, the royal children, and everybody else.</p>
<p>'Leave off that!' screamed the Queen. 'You make me giddy.' And
then, turning to the rose-tree, she went on, 'What <i>have</i>
you been doing here?'</p>
<p>'May it please your Majesty,' said Two, in a very humble tone,
going down on one knee as he spoke, 'we were trying--'</p>
<p>'I see!' said the Queen, who had meanwhile been examining the
roses. 'Off with their heads!' and the procession moved on, three
of the soldiers remaining behind to execute the unfortunate
gardeners, who ran to Alice for protection.</p>
<p>'You shan't be beheaded!' said Alice, and she put them into a
large flower-pot that stood near. The three soldiers wandered
about for a minute or two, looking for them, and then quietly
marched off after the others.</p>
<p>'Are their heads off?' shouted the Queen.</p>
<p>'Their heads are gone, if it please your Majesty!' the
soldiers shouted in reply.</p>
<p>'That's right!' shouted the Queen. 'Can you play croquet?'</p>
<p>The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice, as the question
was evidently meant for her.</p>
<p>'Yes!' shouted Alice.</p>
<p>'Come on, then!' roared the Queen, and Alice joined the
procession, wondering very much what would happen next.</p>
<p>'It's--it's a very fine day!' said a timid voice at her side.
She was walking by the White Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously
into her face.</p>
<p>'Very,' said Alice: '--where's the Duchess?'</p>
<p>'Hush! Hush!' said the Rabbit in a low, hurried tone. He
looked anxiously over his shoulder as he spoke, and then raised
himself upon tiptoe, put his mouth close to her ear, and
whispered 'She's under sentence of execution.'</p>
<p>'What for?' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Did you say "What a pity!"?' the Rabbit asked.</p>
<p>'No, I didn't,' said Alice: 'I don't think it's at all a pity.
I said "What for?"'</p>
<p>'She boxed the Queen's ears--' the Rabbit began. Alice gave a
little scream of laughter. 'Oh, hush!' the Rabbit whispered in a
frightened tone. 'The Queen will hear you! You see, she came
rather late, and the Queen said--'</p>
<p>'Get to your places!' shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder,
and people began running about in all directions, tumbling up
against each other; however, they got settled down in a minute or
two, and the game began. Alice thought she had never seen such a
curious croquet-ground in her life; it was all ridges and
furrows; the balls were live hedgehogs, the mallets live
flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and to
stand on their hands and feet, to make the arches.</p>
<p>The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her
flamingo: she succeeded in getting its body tucked away,
comfortably enough, under her arm, with its legs hanging down,
but generally, just as she had got its neck nicely straightened
out, and was going to give the hedgehog a blow with its head, it
<i>would</i> twist itself round and look up in her face, with
such a puzzled expression that she could not help bursting out
laughing: and when she had got its head down, and was going to
begin again, it was very provoking to find that the hedgehog had
unrolled itself, and was in the act of crawling away: besides all
this, there was generally a ridge or furrow in the way wherever
she wanted to send the hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up
soldiers were always getting up and walking off to other parts of
the ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion that it was a very
difficult game indeed.</p>
<p>The players all played at once without waiting for turns,
quarrelling all the while, and fighting for the hedgehogs; and in
a very short time the Queen was in a furious passion, and went
stamping about, and shouting 'Off with his head!' or 'Off with
her head!' about once in a minute.</p>
<p>Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, she had not as
yet had any dispute with the Queen, but she knew that it might
happen any minute, 'and then,' thought she, 'what would become of
me? They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here; the great
wonder is, that there's any one left alive!'</p>
<p>She was looking about for some way of escape, and wondering
whether she could get away without being seen, when she noticed a
curious appearance in the air: it puzzled her very much at first,
but, after watching it a minute or two, she made it out to be a
grin, and she said to herself 'It's the Cheshire Cat: now I shall
have somebody to talk to.'</p>
<p>'How are you getting on?' said the Cat, as soon as there was
mouth enough for it to speak with.</p>
<p>Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. 'It's no
use speaking to it,' she thought, 'till its ears have come, or at
least one of them.' In another minute the whole head appeared,
and then Alice put down her flamingo, and began an account of the
game, feeling very glad she had someone to listen to her. The Cat
seemed to think that there was enough of it now in sight, and no
more of it appeared.</p>
<p>'I don't think they play at all fairly,' Alice began, in
rather a complaining tone, 'and they all quarrel so dreadfully
one can't hear oneself speak--and they don't seem to have any
rules in particular; at least, if there are, nobody attends to
them--and you've no idea how confusing it is all the things being
alive; for instance, there's the arch I've got to go through next
walking about at the other end of the ground--and I should have
croqueted the Queen's hedgehog just now, only it ran away when it
saw mine coming!'</p>
<p>'How do you like the Queen?' said the Cat in a low voice.</p>
<p>'Not at all,' said Alice: 'she's so extremely--' Just then she
noticed that the Queen was close behind her, listening: so she
went on, '--likely to win, that it's hardly worth while finishing
the game.'</p>
<p>The Queen smiled and passed on.</p>
<p>'Who <i>are</i> you talking to?' said the King, going up to
Alice, and looking at the Cat's head with great curiosity.</p>
<p>'It's a friend of mine--a Cheshire Cat,' said Alice: 'allow me
to introduce it.'</p>
<p>'I don't like the look of it at all,' said the King: 'however,
it may kiss my hand if it likes.'</p>
<p>'I'd rather not,' the Cat remarked.</p>
<p>'Don't be impertinent,' said the King, 'and don't look at me
like that!' He got behind Alice as he spoke.</p>
<p>'A cat may look at a king,' said Alice. 'I've read that in
some book, but I don't remember where.'</p>
<p>'Well, it must be removed,' said the King very decidedly, and
he called the Queen, who was passing at the moment, 'My dear! I
wish you would have this cat removed!'</p>
<p>The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great
or small. 'Off with his head!' she said, without even looking
round.</p>
<p>'I'll fetch the executioner myself,' said the King eagerly,
and he hurried off.</p>
<p>Alice thought she might as well go back, and see how the game
was going on, as she heard the Queen's voice in the distance,
screaming with passion. She had already heard her sentence three
of the players to be executed for having missed their turns, and
she did not like the look of things at all, as the game was in
such confusion that she never knew whether it was her turn or
not. So she went in search of her hedgehog.</p>
<p>The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog,
which seemed to Alice an excellent opportunity for croqueting one
of them with the other: the only difficulty was, that her
flamingo was gone across to the other side of the garden, where
Alice could see it trying in a helpless sort of way to fly up
into a tree.</p>
<p>By the time she had caught the flamingo and brought it back,
the fight was over, and both the hedgehogs were out of sight:
'but it doesn't matter much,' thought Alice, 'as all the arches
are gone from this side of the ground.' So she tucked it away
under her arm, that it might not escape again, and went back for
a little more conversation with her friend.</p>
<p>When she got back to the Cheshire Cat, she was surprised to
find quite a large crowd collected round it: there was a dispute
going on between the executioner, the King, and the Queen, who
were all talking at once, while all the rest were quite silent,
and looked very uncomfortable.</p>
<p>The moment Alice appeared, she was appealed to by all three to
settle the question, and they repeated their arguments to her,
though, as they all spoke at once, she found it very hard indeed
to make out exactly what they said.</p>
<p>The executioner's argument was, that you couldn't cut off a
head unless there was a body to cut it off from: that he had
never had to do such a thing before, and he wasn't going to begin
at <i>his</i> time of life.</p>
<p>The King's argument was, that anything that had a head could
be beheaded, and that you weren't to talk nonsense.</p>
<p>The Queen's argument was, that if something wasn't done about
it in less than no time she'd have everybody executed, all round.
(It was this last remark that had made the whole party look so
grave and anxious.)</p>
<p>Alice could think of nothing else to say but 'It belongs to
the Duchess: you'd better ask <i>her</i> about it.'</p>
<p>'She's in prison,' the Queen said to the executioner: 'fetch
her here.' And the executioner went off like an arrow.</p>
<p>The Cat's head began fading away the moment he was gone, and,
by the time he had come back with the Duchess, it had entirely
disappeared; so the King and the executioner ran wildly up and
down looking for it, while the rest of the party went back to the
game.</p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER IX</h3>
<h3 align="Center">The Mock Turtle's Story</h3>
<p>'You can't think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old
thing!' said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately
into Alice's, and they walked off together.</p>
<p>Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and
thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had
made her so savage when they met in the kitchen.</p>
<p>'When <i>I'm</i> a Duchess,' she said to herself, (not in a
very hopeful tone though), 'I won't have any pepper in my kitchen
<i>at all</i>. Soup does very well without--Maybe it's always
pepper that makes people hot-tempered,' she went on, very much
pleased at having found out a new kind of rule, 'and vinegar that
makes them sour--and camomile that makes them bitter--and--and
barley-sugar and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I
only wish people knew that: then they wouldn't be so stingy about
it, you know--'</p>
<p>She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a
little startled when she heard her voice close to her ear.
'You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you
forget to talk. I can't tell you just now what the moral of that
is, but I shall remember it in a bit.'</p>
<p>'Perhaps it hasn't one,' Alice ventured to remark.</p>
<p>'Tut, tut, child!' said the Duchess. 'Everything's got a
moral, if only you can find it.' And she squeezed herself up
closer to Alice's side as she spoke.</p>
<p>Alice did not much like keeping so close to her: first,
because the Duchess was <i>very</i> ugly; and secondly, because she was
exactly the right height to rest 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.</p>
<p>'The game's going on rather better now,' she said, by way of
keeping up the conversation a little.</p>
<p>''Tis so,' said the Duchess: 'and the moral of that is--"Oh,
'tis love, 'tis love, that makes the world go round!"'</p>
<p>'Somebody said,' Alice whispered, 'that it's done by everybody
minding their own business!'</p>
<p>'Ah, well! It means much the same thing,' said the Duchess,
digging her sharp little chin into Alice's shoulder as she added,
'and the moral of <i>that</i> is--"Take care of the sense, and
the sounds will take care of themselves."'</p>
<p>'How fond she is of finding morals in things!' Alice thought
to herself.</p>
<p>'I dare say you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your
waist,' the Duchess said after a pause: 'the reason is, that I'm
doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the
experiment?'</p>
<p>'<i>He</i> might bite,' Alice cautiously replied, not feeling
at all anxious to have the experiment tried.</p>
<p>'Very true,' said the Duchess: 'flamingoes and mustard both
bite. And the moral of that is--"Birds of a feather flock
together."'</p>
<p>'Only mustard isn't a bird,' Alice remarked.</p>
<p>'Right, as usual,' said the Duchess: 'what a clear way you
have of putting things!'</p>
<p>'It's a mineral, I <i>think</i>,' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Of course it is,' said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree
to everything that Alice said; 'there's a large mustard-mine near
here. And the moral of that is--"The more there is of mine, the
less there is of yours."'</p>
<p>'Oh, I know!' exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this
last remark, 'it's a vegetable. It doesn't look like one, but it
is.'</p>
<p>'I quite agree with you,' said the Duchess; 'and the moral of
that is--"Be what you would seem to be"--or if you'd like it put
more simply--"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than
what it might appear to others that what you were or might have
been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared
to them to be otherwise."'</p>
<p>'I think I should understand that better,' Alice said very
politely, 'if I had it written down: but I can't quite follow it
as you say it.'</p>
<p>'That's nothing to what I could say if I chose,' the Duchess
replied, in a pleased tone.</p>
<p>'Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that,'
said Alice.</p>
<p>'Oh, don't talk about trouble!' said the Duchess. 'I make you
a present of everything I've said as yet.'</p>
<p>'A cheap sort of present!' thought Alice. 'I'm glad they don't
give birthday presents like that!' But she did not venture to say
it out loud.</p>
<p>'Thinking again?' the Duchess asked, with another dig of her
sharp little chin.</p>
<p>'I've a right to think,' said Alice sharply, for she was
beginning to feel a little worried.</p>
<p>'Just about as much right,' said the Duchess, 'as pigs have to
fly; and the m--'</p>
<p>But here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died
away, even in the middle of her favourite word 'moral,' and the
arm that was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up,
and there stood the Queen in front of them, with her arms folded,
frowning like a thunderstorm.</p>
<p>'A fine day, your Majesty!' the Duchess began in a low, weak
voice.</p>
<p>'Now, I give you fair warning,' shouted the Queen, stamping on
the ground as she spoke; 'either you or your head must be off,
and that in about half no time! Take your choice!'</p>
<p>The Duchess took her choice, and was gone in a moment.</p>
<p>'Let's go on with the game,' the Queen said to Alice; and
Alice was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followed
her back to the croquet-ground.</p>
<p>The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen's absence,
and were resting in the shade: however, the moment they saw her,
they hurried back to the game, the Queen merely remarking that a
moment's delay would cost them their lives.</p>
<p>All the time they were playing the Queen never left off
quarrelling with the other players, and shouting 'Off with his
head!' or 'Off with her head!' Those whom she sentenced were
taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course had to leave
off being arches to do this, so that by the end of half an hour
or so there were no arches left, and all the players, except the
King, the Queen, and Alice, were in custody and under sentence of
execution.</p>
<p>Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, and said to
Alice, 'Have you seen the Mock Turtle yet?'</p>
<p>'No,' said Alice. 'I don't even know what a Mock Turtle
is.'</p>
<p>'It's the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from,' said the
Queen.</p>
<p>'I never saw one, or heard of one,' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Come on, then,' said the Queen, 'and he shall tell you his
history,'</p>
<p>As they walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low
voice, to the company generally, 'You are all pardoned.' 'Come,
<i>that's</i> a good thing!' she said to herself, for she had
felt quite unhappy at the number of executions the Queen had
ordered.</p>
<p>They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the
sun. (<i>If</i> you don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.)
'Up, lazy thing!' said the Queen, 'and take this young lady to
see the Mock Turtle, and to hear his history. I must go back and
see after some executions I have ordered'; and she walked off,
leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like
the look of the creature, but on the whole she thought it would
be quite as safe to stay with it as to go after that savage
Queen: so she waited.</p>
<p>The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the
Queen till she was out of sight: then it chuckled. 'What fun!'
said the Gryphon, half to itself, half to Alice.</p>
<p>'What <i>is</i> the fun?' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Why, <i>she</i>,' said the Gryphon. 'It's all her fancy,
that: they never executes nobody, you know. Come on!'</p>
<p>'Everybody says "come on!" here,' thought Alice, as she went
slowly after it: 'I never was so ordered about in all my life,
never!'</p>
<p>They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the
distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and,
as they came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart
would break. She pitied him deeply. 'What is his sorrow?' she
asked the Gryphon, and the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the
same words as before, 'It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no
sorrow, you know. Come on!'</p>
<p>So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with
large eyes full of tears, but said nothing.</p>
<p>'This here young lady,' said the Gryphon, 'she wants for to
know your history, she do.'</p>
<p>'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.'</p>
<p>So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice
thought to herself, 'I don't see how he can <i>even</i> finish,
if he doesn't begin.' But she waited patiently.</p>
<p>'Once,' said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, 'I was
a real Turtle.'</p>
<p>These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only
by an occasional exclamation of 'Hjckrrh!' from the Gryphon, and
the constant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very
nearly getting up and saying, 'Thank you, sir, for your
interesting story,' but she could not help thinking there
<i>must</i> be more to come, so she sat still and said
nothing.</p>
<p>'When we were little,' the Mock Turtle went on at last, more
calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, 'we went to
school in the sea. The master was an old Turtle--we used to call
him Tortoise--'</p>
<p>'Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?' Alice
asked.</p>
<p>'We called him Tortoise because he taught us,' said the Mock
Turtle angrily: 'really you are very dull!'</p>
<p>'You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple
question,' added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and
looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At
last the Gryphon said to the Mock Turtle, 'Drive on, old fellow!
Don't be all day about it!' and he went on in these words:</p>
<p>'Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn't believe
it--'</p>
<p>'I never said I didn't!' interrupted Alice.</p>
<p>'You did,' said the Mock Turtle.</p>
<p>'Hold your tongue!' added the Gryphon, before Alice could
speak again. The Mock Turtle went on.</p>
<p>'We had the best of educations--in fact, we went to school
every day--'</p>
<p>'<i>I've</i> been to a day-school, too,' said Alice; 'you
needn't be so proud as all that.'</p>
<p>'With extras?' asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously.</p>
<p>'Yes,' said Alice, 'we learned French and music.'</p>
<p>'And washing?' said the Mock Turtle.</p>
<p>'Certainly not!' said Alice indignantly.</p>
<p>'Ah! then yours wasn't a really good school,' said the Mock
Turtle in a tone of great relief. 'Now at <i>ours</i> they had at
the end of the bill, "French, music, <i>and
washing</i>--extra."'</p>
<p>'You couldn't have wanted it much,' said Alice; 'living at the
bottom of the sea.'</p>
<p>'I couldn't afford to learn it.' said the Mock Turtle with a
sigh. 'I only took the regular course.'</p>
<p>'What was that?' inquired Alice.</p>
<p>'Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,' the Mock
Turtle replied; 'and then the different branches of Arithmetic--
Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.'</p>
<p>'I never heard of "Uglification,"' Alice ventured to say.
'What is it?'</p>
<p>The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. 'What! Never
heard of uglifying!' it exclaimed. 'You know what to beautify is,
I suppose?'</p>
<p>'Yes,' said Alice doubtfully: 'it
means--to--make--anything--prettier.'</p>
<p>'Well, then,' the Gryphon went on, 'if you don't know what to
uglify is, you <i>are</i> a simpleton.'</p>
<p>Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about
it, so she turned to the Mock Turtle, and said 'What else had you
to learn?'</p>
<p>'Well, there was Mystery,' the Mock Turtle replied, counting
off the subjects on his flappers, '--Mystery, ancient and modern,
with Seaography: then Drawling--the Drawling-master was an old
conger-eel, that used to come once a week: <i>He</i> taught us
Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils.'</p>
<p>'What was <i>that</i> like?' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Well, I can't show it you myself,' the Mock Turtle said: 'I'm
too stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it.'</p>
<p>'Hadn't time,' said the Gryphon: 'I went to the Classics
master, though. He was an old crab, <i>he</i> was.'</p>
<p>'I never went to him,' the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: 'he
taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say.'</p>
<p>'So he did, so he did,' said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn;
and both creatures hid their faces in their paws.</p>
<p>'And how many hours a day did you do lessons?' said Alice, in
a hurry to change the subject.</p>
<p>'Ten hours the first day,' said the Mock Turtle: 'nine the
next, and so on.'</p>
<p>'What a curious plan!' exclaimed Alice.</p>
<p>'That's the reason they're called lessons,' the Gryphon
remarked: 'because they lessen from day to day.'</p>
<p>This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a
little before she made her next remark. 'Then the eleventh day
must have been a holiday?'</p>
<p>'Of course it was,' said the Mock Turtle.</p>
<p>'And how did you manage on the twelfth?' Alice went on
eagerly.</p>
<p>'That's enough about lessons,' the Gryphon interrupted in a
very decided tone: 'tell her something about the games now.'</p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER X</h3>
<h3 align="Center">The Lobster Quadrille</h3>
<p>The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one
flapper across his eyes. He looked at Alice, and tried to speak,
but for a minute or two sobs choked his voice. 'Same as if he had
a bone in his throat,' said the Gryphon: and it set to work
shaking him and punching him in the back. At last the Mock Turtle
recovered his voice, and, with tears running down his cheeks, he
went on again:--</p>
<p>'You may not have lived much under the sea--' ('I haven't,'
said Alice)-- 'and perhaps you were never even introduced to a
lobster--' (Alice began to say 'I once tasted--' but checked
herself hastily, and said 'No, never') '--so you can have no idea
what a delightful thing a Lobster Quadrille is!'</p>
<p>'No, indeed,' said Alice. 'What sort of a dance is it?'</p>
<p>'Why,' said the Gryphon, 'you first form into a line along the
sea-shore--'</p>
<p>'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--'</p>
<p>'<i>That</i> generally takes some time,' interrupted the
Gryphon.</p>
<p>'--you advance twice--'</p>
<p>'Each with a lobster as a partner!' cried the Gryphon.</p>
<p>'Of course,' the Mock Turtle said: 'advance twice, set to
partners--'</p>
<p>'--change lobsters, and retire in same order,' continued the
Gryphon.</p>
<p>'Then, you know,' the Mock Turtle went on, 'you throw
the--'</p>
<p>'The lobsters!' shouted the Gryphon, with a bound into the
air.</p>
<p>'--as far out to sea as you can--'</p>
<p>'Swim after them!' screamed the Gryphon.</p>
<p>'Turn a somersault in the sea!' cried the Mock Turtle,
capering wildly about.</p>
<p>'Change lobster's again!' yelled the Gryphon at the top of its
voice.</p>
<p>'Back to land again, and that's all the first figure,' said
the Mock Turtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two
creatures, who had been jumping about like mad things all this
time, sat down again very sadly and quietly, and looked at
Alice.</p>
<p>'It must be a very pretty dance,' said Alice timidly.</p>
<p>'Would you like to see a little of it?' said the Mock
Turtle.</p>
<p>'Very much indeed,' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Come, let's try the first figure!' said the Mock Turtle to
the Gryphon. 'We can do without lobsters, you know. Which shall
sing?'</p>
<p>'Oh, <i>you</i> sing,' said the Gryphon. 'I've forgotten the
words.'</p>
<p>So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice, every
now and then treading on her toes when they passed too close, and
waving their forepaws to mark the time, while the Mock Turtle
sang this, very slowly and sadly:--</p>
<p><i>'"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?</i></p>
<p><i>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?</i></p>
<p><i>"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.</i></p>
<p><i>'"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.</i></p>
<p><i>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?"'</i></p>
<p>'Thank you, it's a very interesting dance to watch,' said
Alice, feeling very glad that it was over at last: 'and I do so
like that curious song about the whiting!'</p>
<p>'Oh, as to the whiting,' said the Mock Turtle, 'they--you've
seen them, of course?'</p>
<p>'Yes,' said Alice, 'I've often seen them at dinn--' she
checked herself hastily.</p>
<p>'I don't know where Dinn may be,' said the Mock Turtle, 'but
if you've seen them so often, of course you know what they're
like.'</p>
<p>'I believe so,' Alice replied thoughtfully. 'They have their
tails in their mouths--and they're all over crumbs.'</p>
<p>'You're wrong about the crumbs,' said the Mock Turtle: 'crumbs
would all wash off in the sea. But they <i>have</i> their tails
in their mouths; and the reason is--' here the Mock Turtle yawned
and shut his eyes.--'Tell her about the reason and all that,' he
said to the Gryphon.</p>
<p>'The reason is,' said the Gryphon, 'that they <i>would</i> go
with the lobsters to the dance. So they got thrown out to sea. So
they had to fall a long way. So they got their tails fast in
their mouths. So they couldn't get them out again. That's
all.'</p>
<p>'Thank you,' said Alice, 'it's very interesting. I never knew
so much about a whiting before.'</p>
<p>'I can tell you more than that, if you like,' said the
Gryphon. 'Do you know why it's called a whiting?'</p>
<p>'I never thought about it,' said Alice. 'Why?'</p>
<p><i>'It does the boots and shoes.'</i> the Gryphon replied very
solemnly.</p>
<p>Alice was thoroughly puzzled. 'Does the boots and shoes!' she
repeated in a wondering tone.</p>
<p>'Why, what are <i>your</i> shoes done with?' said the Gryphon.
'I mean, what makes them so shiny?'</p>
<p>Alice looked down at them, and considered a little before she
gave her answer. 'They're done with blacking, I believe.'</p>
<p>'Boots and shoes under the sea,' the Gryphon went on in a deep
voice, 'are done with a whiting. Now you know.'</p>
<p>'And what are they made of?' Alice asked in a tone of great
curiosity.</p>
<p>'Soles and eels, of course,' the Gryphon replied rather
impatiently: 'any shrimp could have told you that.'</p>
<p>'If I'd been the whiting,' said Alice, whose thoughts were
still running on the song, 'I'd have said to the porpoise, "Keep
back, please: we don't want <i>you</i> with us!"'</p>
<p>'They were obliged to have him with them,' the Mock Turtle
said: 'no wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.'</p>
<p>'Wouldn't it really?' said Alice in a tone of great
surprise.</p>
<p>'Of course not,' said the Mock Turtle: 'why, if a fish came to
<i>me</i>, and told me he was going a journey, I should say "With
what porpoise?"'</p>
<p>'Don't you mean "purpose"?' said Alice.</p>
<p>'I mean what I say,' the Mock Turtle replied in an offended
tone. And the Gryphon added 'Come, let's hear some of <i>your</i>
adventures.'</p>
<p>'I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning,'
said Alice a little timidly: 'but it's no use going back to
yesterday, because I was a different person then.'</p>
<p>'Explain all that,' said the Mock Turtle.</p>
<p>'No, no! The adventures first,' said the Gryphon in an
impatient tone: 'explanations take such a dreadful time.'</p>
<p>So Alice began telling them her adventures from the time when
she first saw the White Rabbit. She was a little nervous about it
just at first, the two creatures got so close to her, one on each
side, and opened their eyes and mouths so <i>very</i> wide, but
she gained courage as she went on. Her listeners were perfectly
quiet till she got to the part about her repeating <i>'You are
old, Father William,'</i> to the Caterpillar, and the words all
coming different, and then the Mock Turtle drew a long breath,
and said 'That's very curious.'</p>
<p>'It's all about as curious as it can be,' said the
Gryphon.</p>
<p>'It all came different!' the Mock Turtle repeated
thoughtfully. 'I should like to hear her try and repeat something
now. Tell her to begin.' He looked at the Gryphon as if he
thought it had some kind of authority over Alice.</p>
<p>'Stand up and repeat <i>"'Tis the voice of the sluggard,"'</i>
said the Gryphon.</p>
<p>'How the creatures order one about, and make one repeat
lessons!' thought Alice; 'I might as well be at school at once.'
However, she got up, and began to repeat it, but her head was so
full of the Lobster Quadrille, that she hardly knew what she was
saying, and the words came very queer indeed:--</p>
<p>''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.'</p>
<p>[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.]</p>
<p>'That's different from what I used to say when I was a child,'
said the Gryphon.</p>
<p>'Well, I never heard it before,' said the Mock Turtle; 'but it
sounds uncommon nonsense.'</p>
<p>Alice said nothing; she had sat down with her face in her
hands, wondering if anything would <i>ever</i> happen in a
natural way again.</p>
<p>'I should like to have it explained,' said the Mock
Turtle.</p>
<p>'She can't explain it,' said the Gryphon hastily. 'Go on with
the next verse.'</p>
<p>'But about his toes?' the Mock Turtle persisted. 'How
<i>could</i> he turn them out with his nose, you know?'</p>
<p>'It's the first position in dancing.' Alice said; but was
dreadfully puzzled by the whole thing, and longed to change the
subject.</p>
<p>'Go on with the next verse,' the Gryphon repeated impatiently:
'it begins "I passed by his garden."'</p>
<p>Alice did not dare to disobey, though she felt sure it would
all come wrong, and she went on in a trembling voice:--</p>
<p><i>'I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye, How the
Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie--'</i></p>
<p>[<tt>later editions continued as follows:</tt> <i>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--</i>]</p>
<p>'What <i>is</i> the use of repeating all that stuff,' the Mock Turtle
interrupted, 'if you don't explain it as you go on? It's by far
the most confusing thing I ever heard!'</p>
<p>'Yes, I think you'd better leave off,' said the Gryphon: and
Alice was only too glad to do so.</p>
<p>'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?'</p>
<p>'Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind,'
Alice replied, so eagerly that the Gryphon said, in a rather
offended tone, 'Hm! No accounting for tastes! Sing her "Turtle
Soup," will you, old fellow?'</p>
<p>The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes
choked with sobs, to sing this:--</p>
<p><i>'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!</i></p>
<p><i>'Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, Game, or any other
dish? Who would not give all else for two pennyworth 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!'</i></p>
<p>'Chorus again!' cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had
just begun to repeat it, when a cry of 'The trial's beginning!'
was heard in the distance.</p>
<p>'Come on!' cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand,
it hurried off, without waiting for the end of the song.</p>
<p>'What trial is it?' Alice panted as she ran; but the Gryphon
only answered 'Come on!' and ran the faster, while more and more
faintly came, carried on the breeze that followed them, the
melancholy words:--</p>
<p><i>'Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beautiful
Soup!'</i></p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER XI</h3>
<h3 align="Center">Who Stole the Tarts?</h3>
<p>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, in chains, with a soldier on
each side to guard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit,
with a trumpet in one hand, and a scroll of parchment in the
other. In the very middle of the court was a table, with a large
dish of tarts upon it: they looked so good, that it made Alice
quite hungry to look at them--'I wish they'd get the trial done,'
she thought, 'and hand round the refreshments!' But there seemed
to be no chance of this, so she began looking at everything about
her, to pass away the time.</p>
<p>Alice had never been in a court of justice before, but she had
read about them in books, and she was quite pleased to find that
she knew the name of nearly everything there. 'That's the judge,'
she said to herself, 'because of his great wig.'</p>
<p>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 at all comfortable, and it was certainly
not becoming.</p>
<p>'And that's the jury-box,' thought Alice, 'and those twelve
creatures,' (she was obliged to say 'creatures,' you see, because
some of them were animals, and some were birds,) 'I suppose they
are the jurors.' She said this last word two or three times over
to herself, being rather proud of it: for she thought, and
rightly too, that very few little girls of her age knew the
meaning of it at all. However, 'jury-men' would have done just as
well.</p>
<p>The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates.
'What are they doing?' Alice whispered to the Gryphon. 'They
can't have anything to put down yet, before the trial's
begun.'</p>
<p>'They're putting down their names,' the Gryphon whispered in
reply, 'for fear they should forget them before the end of the
trial.'</p>
<p>'Stupid things!' Alice began in a loud, indignant voice, but
she stopped hastily, for the White Rabbit cried out, 'Silence in
the court!' and the King put on his spectacles and looked
anxiously round, to make out who was talking.</p>
<p>Alice could see, as well as if she were looking over their
shoulders, that all the jurors were writing down 'stupid things!'
on their slates, and she could even make out that one of them
didn't know how to spell 'stupid,' and that he had to ask his
neighbour to tell him. 'A nice muddle their slates'll be in
before the trial's over!' thought Alice.</p>
<p>One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course,
Alice could <i>not</i> stand, and she went round the court and
got behind him, and very soon found an opportunity of taking it
away. She did it so quickly that the poor little juror (it was
Bill, the Lizard) could not make out at all what had become of
it; so, after hunting all about for it, he was obliged to write
with one finger for the rest of the day; and this was of very
little use, as it left no mark on the slate.</p>
<p>'Herald, read the accusation!' said the King.</p>
<p>On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and
then unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows:--</p>
<p><i>'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!'</i></p>
<p>'Consider your verdict,' the King said to the jury.</p>
<p>'Not yet, not yet!' the Rabbit hastily interrupted. 'There's a
great deal to come before that!'</p>
<p>'Call the first witness,' said the King; and the White Rabbit
blew three blasts on the trumpet, and called out, 'First
witness!'</p>
<p>The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in
one hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. 'I beg
pardon, your Majesty,' he began, 'for bringing these in: but I
hadn't quite finished my tea when I was sent for.'</p>
<p>'You ought to have finished,' said the King. 'When did you
begin?'</p>
<p>The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into
the court, arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. 'Fourteenth of March, I
<i>think</i> it was,' he said.</p>
<p>'Fifteenth,' said the March Hare.</p>
<p>'Sixteenth,' added the Dormouse.</p>
<p>'Write that down,' the King said to the jury, and the jury
eagerly wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then
added them up, and reduced the answer to shillings and pence.</p>
<p>'Take off your hat,' the King said to the Hatter.</p>
<p>'It isn't mine,' said the Hatter.</p>
<p>'<i>Stolen!</i>' the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who
instantly made a memorandum of the fact.</p>
<p>'I keep them to sell,' the Hatter added as an explanation;
'I've none of my own. I'm a hatter.'</p>
<p>Here the Queen put on her spectacles, and began staring at the
Hatter, who turned pale and fidgeted.</p>
<p>'Give your evidence,' said the King; 'and don't be nervous, or
I'll have you executed on the spot.'</p>
<p>This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he kept
shifting from one foot to the other, looking uneasily at the
Queen, and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of his
teacup instead of the bread-and-butter.</p>
<p>Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation, which
puzzled her a good deal until she made out what it was: she was
beginning to grow larger again, and she thought at first she
would get up and leave the court; but on second thoughts she
decided to remain where she was as long as there was room for
her.</p>
<p>'I wish you wouldn't squeeze so.' said the Dormouse, who was
sitting next to her. 'I can hardly breathe.'</p>
<p>'I can't help it,' said Alice very meekly: 'I'm growing.'</p>
<p>'You've no right to grow <i>here</i>,' said the Dormouse.</p>
<p>'Don't talk nonsense,' said Alice more boldly: 'you know
you're growing too.'</p>
<p>'Yes, but <i>I</i> grow at a reasonable pace,' said the
Dormouse: 'not in that ridiculous fashion.' And he got up very
sulkily and crossed over to the other side of the court.</p>
<p>All this time the Queen had never left off staring at the
Hatter, and, just as the Dormouse crossed the court, she said to
one of the officers of the court, 'Bring me the list of the
singers in the last concert!' on which the wretched Hatter
trembled so, that he shook both his shoes off.</p>
<p>'Give your evidence,' the King repeated angrily, 'or I'll have
you executed, whether you're nervous or not.'</p>
<p>'I'm a poor man, your Majesty,' the Hatter began, in a
trembling voice, '--and I hadn't begun my tea--not above a week
or so--and what with the bread-and-butter getting so thin--and
the twinkling of the tea--'</p>
<p>'The twinkling of the <i>what</i>?' said the King.</p>
<p>'It <i>began</i> with the tea,' the Hatter replied.</p>
<p>'Of course twinkling <i>begins</i> with a T!' said the King
sharply. 'Do you take me for a dunce? Go on!'</p>
<p>'I'm a poor man,' the Hatter went on, 'and most things
twinkled after that--only the March Hare said--'</p>
<p>'I didn't!' the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry.</p>
<p>'You did!' said the Hatter.</p>
<p>'I deny it!' said the March Hare.</p>
<p>'He denies it,' said the King: 'leave out that part.'</p>
<p>'Well, at any rate, the Dormouse said--' the Hatter went on,
looking anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but the
Dormouse denied nothing, being fast asleep.</p>
<p>'After that,' continued the Hatter, 'I cut some more bread-
and-butter--'</p>
<p>'But what did the Dormouse say?' one of the jury asked.</p>
<p>'That I can't remember,' said the Hatter.</p>
<p>'You <i>must</i> remember,' remarked the King, 'or I'll have
you executed.'</p>
<p>The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter,
and went down on one knee. 'I'm a poor man, your Majesty,' he
began.</p>
<p>'You're a very poor <i>speaker</i>,' said the King.</p>
<p>Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered, and was immediately
suppressed by the officers of the court. (As that is rather a
hard word, I will just explain to you how it was done. They had a
large canvas bag, which tied up at the mouth with strings: into
this they slipped the guinea-pig, head first, and then sat upon
it.)</p>
<p>'I'm glad I've seen that done,' thought Alice. 'I've so often
read in the newspapers, at the end of trials, "There was some
attempts at applause, which was immediately suppressed by the
officers of the court," and I never understood what it meant till
now.'</p>
<p>'If that's all you know about it, you may stand down,'
continued the King.</p>
<p>'I can't go no lower,' said the Hatter: 'I'm on the floor, as
it is.'</p>
<p>'Then you may <i>sit</i> down,' the King replied.</p>
<p>Here the other guinea-pig cheered, and was suppressed.</p>
<p>'Come, that finished the guinea-pigs!' thought Alice. 'Now we
shall get on better.'</p>
<p>'I'd rather finish my tea,' said the Hatter, with an anxious
look at the Queen, who was reading the list of singers.</p>
<p>'You may go,' said the King, and the Hatter hurriedly left the
court, without even waiting to put his shoes on.</p>
<p>'--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.</p>
<p>'Call the next witness!' said the King.</p>
<p>The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the
pepper-box in her hand, and Alice guessed who it was, even before
she got into the court, by the way the people near the door began
sneezing all at once.</p>
<p>'Give your evidence,' said the King.</p>
<p>'Shan't,' said the cook.</p>
<p>The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said in a
low voice, 'Your Majesty must cross-examine <i>this</i> witness.'</p>
<p>'Well, if I must, I must,' the King said, with a melancholy
air, and, after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till
his eyes were nearly out of sight, he said in a deep voice, 'What
are tarts made of?'</p>
<p>'Pepper, mostly,' said the cook.</p>
<p>'Treacle,' said a sleepy voice behind her.</p>
<p>'Collar that Dormouse,' the Queen shrieked out. 'Behead that
Dormouse! Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch
him! Off with his whiskers!'</p>
<p>For some minutes the whole court was in confusion, getting the
Dormouse turned out, and, by the time they had settled down
again, the cook had disappeared.</p>
<p>'Never mind!' said the King, with an air of great relief.
'Call the next witness.' And he added in an undertone to the
Queen, 'Really, my dear, <i>you</i> must cross-examine the next
witness. It quite makes my forehead ache!'</p>
<p>Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list,
feeling very curious to see what the next witness would be like,
'--for they haven't got much evidence <i>yet</i>,' she said to
herself. Imagine her surprise, when the White Rabbit read out, at
the top of his shrill little voice, the name 'Alice!'</p>
<hr>
<h3 align="Center">CHAPTER XII</h3>
<h3 align="Center">Alice's Evidence</h3>
<p>'Here!' cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the
moment how large she had grown in the last few minutes, and she
jumped up in such a hurry that she tipped over the jury-box with
the edge of her skirt, upsetting all the jurymen on to the heads
of the crowd below, and there they lay sprawling about, reminding
her very much of a globe of goldfish she had accidentally upset
the week before.</p>
<p>'Oh, I <i>beg</i> your pardon!' she exclaimed in a tone of
great dismay, and began picking them up again as quickly as she
could, for the accident of the goldfish kept running in her head,
and she had a vague sort of idea that they must be collected at
once and put back into the jury-box, or they would die.</p>
<p>'The trial cannot proceed,' said the King in a very grave
voice, 'until all the jurymen are back in their proper places--
<i>all</i>,' he repeated with great emphasis, looking hard at
Alice as he said do.</p>
<p>Alice looked at the jury-box, and saw that, in her haste, she
had put the Lizard in head downwards, and the poor little thing
was waving its tail about in a melancholy way, being quite unable
to move. She soon got it out again, and put it right; 'not that
it signifies much,' she said to herself; 'I should think it would
be <i>quite</i> as much use in the trial one way up as the
other.'</p>
<p>As soon as the jury had a little recovered from the shock of
being upset, and their slates and pencils had been found and
handed back to them, they set to work very diligently to write
out a history of the accident, all except the Lizard, who seemed
too much overcome to do anything but sit with its mouth open,
gazing up into the roof of the court.</p>
<p>'What do you know about this business?' the King said to
Alice.</p>
<p>'Nothing,' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Nothing <i>whatever?</i>' persisted the King.</p>
<p>'Nothing <i>whatever,</i>' said Alice.</p>
<p>'That's very important,' the King said, turning to the jury.
They were just beginning to write this down on their slates, when
the White Rabbit interrupted: '<i>Un</i>important, your Majesty
means, of course,' he said in a very respectful tone, but
frowning and making faces at him as he spoke.</p>
<p>'<i>Un</i>important, of course, I meant,' the King hastily
said, and went on to himself in an undertone,
'important--unimportant-- unimportant--important--' as if he were
trying which word sounded best.</p>
<p>Some of the jury wrote it down 'important,' and some
'unimportant.' Alice could see this, as she was near enough to
look over their slates; 'but it doesn't matter a bit,' she
thought to herself.</p>
<p>At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily
writing in his note-book, cackled out 'Silence!' and read out
from his book, 'Rule Forty-two. <i>All persons more than a mile
hight to leave the court</i>.'</p>
<p>Everybody looked at Alice.</p>
<p>'<i>I'm</i> not a mile high,' said Alice.</p>
<p>'You are,' said the King.</p>
<p>'Nearly two miles high,' added the Queen.</p>
<p>'Well, I shan't go, at any rate,' said Alice: 'besides, that's
not a regular rule: you invented it just now.'</p>
<p>'It's the oldest rule in the book,' said the King.</p>
<p>'Then it ought to be Number One,' said Alice.</p>
<p>The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily.
'Consider your verdict,' he said to the jury, in a low, trembling
voice.</p>
<p>'There's more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty,' said
the White Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry; 'this paper has
just been picked up.'</p>
<p>'What's in it?' said the Queen.</p>
<p>'I haven't opened it yet,' said the White Rabbit, 'but it
seems to be a letter, written by the prisoner to--to
somebody.'</p>
<p>'It must have been that,' said the King, 'unless it was
written to nobody, which isn't usual, you know.'</p>
<p>'Who is it directed to?' said one of the jurymen.</p>
<p>'It isn't directed at all,' said the White Rabbit; 'in fact,
there's nothing written on the <i>outside</i>.' He unfolded the
paper as he spoke, and added 'It isn't a letter, after all: it's
a set of verses.'</p>
<p>'Are they in the prisoner's handwriting?' asked another of
they jurymen.</p>
<p>'No, they're not,' said the White Rabbit, 'and that's the
queerest thing about it.' (The jury all looked puzzled.)</p>
<p>'He must have imitated somebody else's hand,' said the King.
(The jury all brightened up again.)</p>
<p>'Please your Majesty,' said the Knave, 'I didn't write it, and
they can't prove I did: there's no name signed at the end.'</p>
<p>'If you didn't sign it,' said the King, 'that only makes the
matter worse. You <i>must</i> have meant some mischief, or else
you'd have signed your name like an honest man.'</p>
<p>There was a general clapping of hands at this: it was the
first really clever thing the King had said that day.</p>
<p>'That <i>proves</i> his guilt,' said the Queen.</p>
<p>'It proves nothing of the sort!' said Alice. 'Why, you don't
even know what they're about!'</p>
<p>'Read them,' said the King.</p>
<p>The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. 'Where shall I begin,
please your Majesty?' he asked.</p>
<p>'Begin at the beginning,' the King said gravely, 'and go on
till you come to the end: then stop.'</p>
<p>These were the verses the White Rabbit read:--</p>
<p><i>'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.</i></p>
<p><i>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></p>
<p><i>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.</i></p>
<p><i>If I or she should chance to be Involved in this affair, He
trusts to you to set them free, Exactly as we were.</i></p>
<p><i>My notion was that you had been (Before she had this fit)
An obstacle that came between Him, and ourselves, and it.</i></p>
<p><i>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.'</i></p>
<p>'That's the most important piece of evidence we've heard yet,'
said the King, rubbing his hands; 'so now let the jury--'</p>
<p>'If any one of them can explain it,' said Alice, (she had
grown so large in the last few minutes that she wasn't a bit
afraid of interrupting him,) 'I'll give him sixpence. _I_ don't
believe there's an atom of meaning in it.'</p>
<p>The jury all wrote down on their slates, '<i>She</i> doesn't
believe there's an atom of meaning in it,' but none of them
attempted to explain the paper.</p>
<p>'If there's no meaning in it,' said the King, 'that saves a
world of trouble, you know, as we needn't try to find any. And
yet I don't know,' he went on, spreading out the verses on his
knee, and looking at them with one eye; 'I seem to see some
meaning in them, after all. "<i>-said I could not swim--</i>" you
can't swim, can you?' he added, turning to the Knave.</p>
<p>The Knave shook his head sadly. 'Do I look like it?' he said.
(Which he certainly did <i>not</i>, being made entirely of
cardboard.)</p>
<p>'All right, so far,' said the King, and he went on muttering
over the verses to himself: '"<i>We know it to be true--</i>"
that's the jury, of course-- "<i>I gave her one, they gave him
two--</i>" why, that must be what he did with the tarts, you
know--'</p>
<p>'But, it goes on "<i>they all returned from him to you,</i>"'
said Alice.</p>
<p>'Why, there they are!' said the King triumphantly, pointing to
the tarts on the table. 'Nothing can be clearer than <i>that</i>.
Then again--"<i>before she had this fit-</i>-" you never had
<i>fits</i>, my dear, I think?' he said to the Queen.</p>
<p>'Never!' said the Queen furiously, throwing an inkstand at the
Lizard as she spoke. (The unfortunate little Bill had left off
writing on his slate with one finger, as he found it made no
mark; but he now hastily began again, using the ink, that was
trickling down his face, as long as it lasted.)</p>
<p>'Then the words don't <i>fit</i> you,' said the King, looking
round the court with a smile. There was a dead silence.</p>
<p>'It's a pun!' the King added in an offended tone, and
everybody laughed, 'Let the jury consider their verdict,' the
King said, for about the twentieth time that day.</p>
<p>'No, no!' said the Queen. 'Sentence first--verdict
afterwards.'</p>
<p>'Stuff and nonsense!' said Alice loudly. 'The idea of having
the sentence first!'</p>
<p>'Hold your tongue!' said the Queen, turning purple.</p>
<p>'I won't!' said Alice.</p>
<p>'Off with her head!' the Queen shouted at the top of her
voice. Nobody moved.</p>
<p>'Who cares for you?' said Alice, (she had grown to her full
size by this time.) 'You're nothing but a pack of cards!'</p>
<p>At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying
down upon her: she gave a little scream, half of fright and half
of anger, and tried to beat them off, and found herself lying on
the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, who was gently
brushing away some dead leaves that had fluttered down from the
trees upon her face.</p>
<p>'Wake up, Alice dear!' said her sister; 'Why, what a long
sleep you've had!'</p>
<p>'Oh, I've had such a curious dream!' said Alice, and she told
her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange
Adventures of hers that you have just been reading about; and
when she had finished, her sister kissed her, and said, 'It
<i>was</i> a curious dream, dear, certainly: but now run in to
your tea; it's getting late.' So Alice got up and ran off,
thinking while she ran, as well she might, what a wonderful dream
it had been.</p>
<p>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 wonderful Adventures, till she too began
dreaming after a fashion, and this was her dream:--</p>
<p>First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the
tiny hands were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes
were looking up into hers--she could hear the very tones of her
voice, and see that queer little toss of her head to keep back
the wandering hair that <i>would</i> always get into her
eyes--and still as she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole
place around her became alive the strange creatures of her little
sister's dream.</p>
<p>The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried
by--the frightened Mouse splashed his way through the
neighbouring pool--she could hear the rattle of the teacups as
the March Hare and his friends shared their never-ending meal,
and the shrill voice of the Queen ordering off her unfortunate
guests to execution--once more the pig-baby was sneezing on the
Duchess's knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it--once
more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard's
slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs,
filled the air, mixed up with the distant sobs of the miserable
Mock Turtle.</p>
<p>So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in
Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and
all would change to dull reality--the grass would be only
rustling in the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the
reeds--the rattling teacups would change to tinkling sheep-bells,
and the Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd
boy--and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and
all the other queer noises, would change (she knew) to the
confused clamour of the busy farm-yard--while the lowing of the
cattle in the distance would take the place of the Mock Turtle's
heavy sobs.</p>
<p>Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of
hers would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how
she would keep, through all her riper years, the simple and
loving heart of her childhood: and how she would gather about her
other little children, and make <i>their</i> eyes bright and eager with
many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of
long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows,
and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own
child-life, and the happy summer days.</p>
<p>End of the Project Gutenberg Etext of Alice's Adventures in
Wonderland</p>
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