Project Gutenberg's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis CarrollThis eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and withalmost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away orre-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License includedwith this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.netTitle: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Illustrated by Arthur Rackham. With a Proem by Austin DobsonAuthor: Lewis CarrollIllustrator: Arthur RackhamRelease Date: May 19, 2009 [EBook #28885]Language: EnglishCharacter set encoding: ISO-8859-1*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND ***Produced by Jana Srna, Emmy and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file wasproduced from images generously made available by theUniversity of Florida Digital Collections.)ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND[Illustration: "Alice"][Illustration: ALICE'S�ADVENTURES IN�WONDERLAND BY�LEWIS�CARROLL ILLUSTRATED�BY ARTHUR�RACKHAM WITH A PROEM BY AUSTIN DOBSON LONDON�WILLIAM�HEINEMANN NEW�YORK�DOUBLEDAY�PAGE�&�Co] PRINTED IN ENGLAND _'Tis two score years since CARROLL'S art, With topsy-turvy magic, Sent ALICE wondering through a part Half-comic and half-tragic._ _Enchanting ALICE! Black-and-white Has made your deeds perennial; And naught save "Chaos and old Night" Can part you now from TENNIEL;_ _But still you are a Type, and based In Truth, like LEAR and HAMLET; And Types may be re-draped to taste In cloth-of-gold or camlet._ _Here comes afresh Costumier, then; That Taste may gain a wrinkle From him who drew with such deft pen The rags of RIP VAN WINKLE!_ _AUSTIN DOBSON._ All in the golden afternoon Full leisurely we glide; For both our oars, with little skill, By little arms are plied, While little hands make vain pretence Our wanderings to guide. Ah, cruel Three! In such an hour, Beneath such dreamy weather, To beg a tale of breath too weak To stir the tiniest feather! Yet what can one poor voice avail Against three tongues together? Imperious Prima flashes forth Her edict "to begin it"-- In gentler tone Secunda hopes "There will be nonsense in it!"-- While Tertia interrupts the tale Not _more_ than once a minute. Anon, to sudden silence won, In fancy they pursue The dream-child moving through a land Of wonders wild and new, In friendly chat with bird or beast-- And half believe it true. And ever, as the story drained The wells of fancy dry. And faintly strove that weary one To put the subject by, "The rest next time--" "It _is_ next time!" The happy voices cry. Thus grew the tale of Wonderland: Thus slowly, one by one, Its quaint events were hammered out-- And now the tale is done, And home we steer, a merry crew, Beneath the setting sun. Alice! a childish story take, And with a gentle hand Lay it where Childhood's dreams are twined In Memory's mystic band, Like pilgrim's wither'd wreath of flowers Pluck'd in a far-off land.CONTENTS PAGE I. DOWN THE RABBIT-HOLE 1 II. THE POOL OF TEARS 13 III. A CAUCUS-RACE AND A LONG TALE 24 IV. THE RABBIT SENDS IN A LITTLE BILL 35 V. ADVICE FROM A CATERPILLAR 49 VI. PIG AND PEPPER 64 VII. A MAD TEA-PARTY 82 VIII. THE QUEEN'S CROQUET-GROUND 96 IX. THE MOCK TURTLE'S STORY 111 X. THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE 126 XI. WHO STOLE THE TARTS? 139 XII. ALICE'S EVIDENCE 150LIST OF THE PLATES _To face page_ Alice _Frontispiece_ The Pool of Tears 22 They all crowded round it panting and asking, "But who has won?" 28 "Why, Mary Ann, what are you doing out here?" 36 Advice from a Caterpillar 50 An unusually large saucepan flew close by it, and very nearly carried it off 70 It grunted again so violently that she looked down into its face in some alarm 74 A Mad Tea-Party 84 The Queen turned angrily away from him and said to the Knave, "Turn them over" 100 The Queen never left off quarrelling with the other players, and shouting "Off with his head!" or, "Off with her head!" 116 The Mock Turtle drew a long breath and said, "That's very curious" 132 Who stole the Tarts? 140 At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down upon her 158CHAPTER I[Sidenote: _Down the Rabbit-Hole_]ALICE was beginning to get very tired of sitting by hersister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she hadpeeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures orconversations in it, "and what is the use of a book," thought Alice,"without pictures or conversations?"So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for thehot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid) whether the pleasure ofmaking a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up andpicking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ranclose by her.There was nothing so _very_ remarkable in that; nor did Alice think itso _very_ much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Ohdear! Oh dear! I shall be too late!" (when she thought it overafterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this,but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbitactually _took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket_, and looked at it,and then hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed acrossher mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either awaistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning withcuriosity, she ran across the field after it, and was just in time tosee it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering howin the world she was to get out again.The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and thendipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to thinkabout stopping herself before she found herself falling down what seemedto be a very deep well.[Illustration]Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she hadplenty of time as she went down to look about her, and to wonder whatwas going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make outwhat she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then shelooked at the sides of the well and noticed that they were filled withcupboards and book-shelves: here and there she saw maps and pictureshung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as shepassed; it was labelled "ORANGE MARMALADE," but to her disappointment itwas empty; she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killingsomebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards asshe fell past it."Well!" thought Alice to herself. "After such a fall as this, I shallthink nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me athome! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the topof the house!" (Which was very likely true.)Down, down, down. Would the fall _never_ come to an end? "I wonder howmany miles I've fallen by this time?" she said aloud. "I must be gettingsomewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be fourthousand miles down. I think--" (for, you see, Alice had learnt severalthings of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though thiswas not a _very_ good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, asthere was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say itover) "--yes, that's about the right distance--but then I wonder whatLatitude or Longitude I've got to?" (Alice had no idea what Latitudewas, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words tosay.)Presently she began again. "I wonder if I shall fall right _through_ theearth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk withtheir heads downwards! The Antipathies, I think--" (she was rather gladthere _was_ no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all theright word) "--but I shall have to ask them what the name of the countryis, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?" (and shetried to curtsey as she spoke--fancy _curtseying_ as you're fallingthrough the air! Do you think you could manage it?) "And what anignorant little girl she'll think me! No, it'll never do to ask: perhapsI shall see it written up somewhere."Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon begantalking 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 attea-time. Dinah, my dear, I wish you were down here with me! There areno mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that'svery like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?" And hereAlice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in adreamy 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 eitherquestion, it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that shewas dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand inhand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, "Now, Dinah, tell methe truth: did you ever eat a bat?" when suddenly, thump! thump! downshe came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment:she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another longpassage, 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, andwas just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, "Oh my ears andwhiskers, how late it's getting!" She was close behind it when sheturned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she foundherself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hangingfrom the roof.There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and whenAlice had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying everydoor, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever toget out again.Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solidglass; there was nothing on it but a tiny golden key, and Alice's firstidea was that this 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 atany rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second timeround, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, andbehind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried thelittle golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, notmuch larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passageinto the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out ofthat dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers andthose cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through thedoorway; "and even if my head would go through," thought poor Alice, "itwould be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I couldshut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin."For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, thatAlice had begun to think that very few things indeed were reallyimpossible.There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she wentback to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or atany rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: thistime she found a little bottle on it ("which certainly was not herebefore," said Alice,) and tied round the neck of the bottle was a paperlabel, with the words "DRINK ME" beautifully printed on it in largeletters.It was all very well to say "Drink me," but the wise little Alice wasnot going to do _that_ in a hurry. "No, I'll look first," she said, "andsee whether it's marked '_poison_' or not;" for she had read severalnice little stories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up bywild beasts, and other unpleasant things, all because they _would_ notremember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that ared-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that, if youcut your finger _very_ deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and shehad never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked"poison," it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.However, this bottle was _not_ marked "poison," so Alice ventured totaste it, and finding it very nice (it had, in fact, a sort of mixedflavour of cherry-tart, custard, pineapple, roast turkey, coffee, andhot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off. * * * * *"What a curious feeling!" said Alice. "I must be shutting up like atelescope."And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her facebrightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for goingthrough that little door into that lovely garden. First, however, shewaited 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," saidAlice to herself, "in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonderwhat I should be like then?" And she tried to fancy what the flame of acandle looks like after the candle is blown out, for she could notremember ever having seen such a thing.After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on goinginto the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to thedoor, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when shewent back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reachit: she could see it quite plainly through the glass, and she tried herbest 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 thingsat down and cried."Come, there's no use in crying like that!" said Alice to herself,rather sharply. "I advise you to leave off this minute!" She generallygave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it), andsometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into hereyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for havingcheated 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 _one_ respectable person!"Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table:she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words"EAT ME" were beautifully marked in currants. "Well, I'll eat it," saidAlice, "and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if itmakes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I'llget into the garden, and I don't care which happens!"She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, "Which way? Whichway?" holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it wasgrowing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the samesize; to be sure, this is what generally happens when one eats cake,but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing butout-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupidfor life to go on in the common way.So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake. * * * * *CHAPTER II[Sidenote: _Pool of Tears_]"CURIOUSER and curiouser!" cried Alice (she was so muchsurprised, that for a moment she quite forgot how to speak goodEnglish); "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 tobe almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). "Oh, my poorlittle feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for younow, dears? I'm sure _I_ sha'n't be able! I shall be a great deal toofar off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way youcan--but I must be kind to them," thought Alice, "or perhaps they won'twalk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a new pair ofboots every Christmas."And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. "They mustgo by the carrier," she thought; "and how funny it'll seem, sendingpresents to one's own feet! And how odd the directions will look! Alice's Right Foot, Esq. Hearthrug, near the Fender, (with Alice's love).Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking!"Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she wasnow rather more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the littlegolden key and hurried off to the garden door.Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, tolook through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was morehopeless than ever: she sat down and began to cry again."You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said Alice, "a great girl likeyou" (she might well say this), "to go on crying in this way! Stop thismoment, I tell you!" But she went on all the same, shedding gallons oftears, until there was a large pool all round her, about four inchesdeep and reaching half down the hall.[Illustration: CURIOUSER AND CURIOUSER]After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, andshe hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the WhiteRabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves inone hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a greathurry, muttering to himself as he came, "Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess!Oh! won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!" Alice felt sodesperate that she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when theRabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, "If you please,sir----" The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves andthe fan, and scurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go.Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, shekept fanning herself all the time she went on talking! "Dear, dear! Howqueer everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual.I wonder if I've been changed during the night? Let me think: _was_ Ithe same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can rememberfeeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next questionis, who in the world am I? Ah, _that's_ the great puzzle!" And she beganthinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age asherself, to see if she could have been changed for any of them."I'm sure I'm not Ada," she said, "for her hair goes in such longringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I can'tbe Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows such avery little! Besides, _she's_ she, and _I'm_ I, and--oh dear, howpuzzling 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 thatrate! However, the Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's tryGeography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital ofRome, and Rome--no, _that's_ all wrong, I'm certain! I must have beenchanged for Mabel! I'll try and say '_How doth the little----_'" and shecrossed her hands on her lap as if she were saying lessons, and began torepeat it, but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words didnot come the same as they used to do:-- "How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! "How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spreads his claws, And welcomes little fishes in, With gently smiling jaws!""I'm sure those are not the right words," said poor Alice, and her eyesfilled with tears again as she went on. "I must be Mabel, after all, andI shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next tono toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No, I'vemade up my mind about it; if I'm Mabel, I'll stay down here! It'll be nouse their putting their heads down and saying, 'Come up again, dear!' Ishall only look up and say, 'Who am I then? Tell me that first, andthen, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay downhere till I'm somebody else'--but, oh dear!" cried Alice with a suddenburst of tears, "I do wish they _would_ put their heads down! I am so_very_ tired of being all alone here!"As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to seethat she had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves whileshe was talking. "How _can_ I have done that?" she thought. "I must begrowing small again." She got up and went to the table to measureherself by it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess, she was nowabout two feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: she soon foundout that the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she droppedit hastily, just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether."That _was_ a narrow escape!" said Alice, a good deal frightened at thesudden change, but very glad to find herself still in existence; "andnow 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 waslying on the glass table as before, "and things are worse than ever,"thought the poor child, "for I never was so small as this before, never!And I declare it's too bad, that it is!"As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash!she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she hadsomehow fallen into the sea, "and in that case I can go back byrailway," she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once inher life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you goto on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in thesea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a rowof lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soonmade out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when shewas nine feet high."I wish I hadn't cried so much!" said Alice, as she swam about, tryingto find her way out. "I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, bybeing drowned in my own tears! That _will_ be a queer thing, to be sure!However, everything is queer to-day."Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little wayoff, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: at first she thoughtit must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how smallshe was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that hadslipped in like herself."Would it be of any use now," thought Alice, "to speak to this mouse?Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think verylikely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm in trying." So shebegan: "O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tiredof swimming about here, O Mouse!" (Alice thought this must be the rightway of speaking to a mouse; she had never done such a thing before, butshe remembered having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, "A mouse--ofa mouse--to a mouse--a mouse--O mouse!") The Mouse looked at her ratherinquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes,but it said nothing."Perhaps it doesn't understand English," thought Alice; "I daresay it'sa French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror." (For, with allher knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long agoanything had happened.) So she began again: "O� est ma chatte?" whichwas the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave asudden 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 hurtthe poor animal's feelings. "I quite forgot you didn't like cats.""Not like cats!" cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. "Would_you_ like cats if you were me?""Well, perhaps not," said Alice in a soothing tone: "don't be angryabout it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'dtake a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear quietthing," Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in thepool, "and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws andwashing her face--and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse--and she'ssuch a capital one for catching mice----oh, I beg your pardon!" criedAlice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and shefelt certain it must be really offended. "We won't talk about her anymore if you'd rather not.""We, indeed!" cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of histail. "As if _I_ would talk on such a subject! Our family always _hated_cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name again!"[Illustration: _The Pool of Tears_]"I won't indeed!" said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject ofconversation. "Are you--are you fond--of--of dogs?" The Mouse did notanswer, so Alice went on eagerly: "There is such a nice little dog nearour house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, youknow, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch thingswhen you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and allsorts of things--I can't remember half of them--and it belongs to afarmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundredpounds! He says it kills all the rats and--oh dear!" cried Alice in asorrowful tone, "I'm afraid I've offended it again!" For the Mouse wasswimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite acommotion in the pool as it went.So she called softly after it, "Mouse dear! Do come back again, and wewon'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 alow trembling voice, "Let us get to the shore, and then I'll tell you myhistory, and you'll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs."It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with thebirds 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 theway, and the whole party swam to the shore.CHAPTER III[Sidenote: _A Caucus-race and a Long Tale_]THEY were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled onthe bank--the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their furclinging close to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable.The first question of course was, how to get dry again: they had aconsultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite naturalto Alice to find herself talking familiarly with them, as if she hadknown them all her life. Indeed, she had quite a long argument with theLory, who at last turned sulky, and would only say, "I am older thanyou, and must know better;" and this Alice would not allow withoutknowing how old it was, and, as the Lory positively refused to tell itsage, there was no more to be said.At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person of authority among them,called out "Sit down, all of you, and listen to me! _I'll_ soon make youdry enough!" They all sat down at once, in a large ring, with the Mousein the middle. Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she feltsure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon."Ahem!" said the Mouse with an important air. "Are you all ready? Thisis the driest thing I know. Silence all round, if you please! 'Williamthe Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the pope, was soon submittedto by the English, who wanted leaders, and had been of late muchaccustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the earls ofMercia and Northumbria--'""Ugh!" said the Lory, with a shiver."I beg your pardon!" said the Mouse, frowning, but very politely. "Didyou speak?""Not I!" said the Lory hastily."I thought you did," said the Mouse, "--I proceed. 'Edwin and Morcar,the earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him: and evenStigand, the patriotic Archbishop of Canterbury, found it advisable--'""Found _what_?" said the Duck."Found _it_," the Mouse replied rather crossly: "of course you know what'it' means.""I know what 'it' means well enough, when _I_ find a thing," said theDuck; "it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did thearchbishop find?"The Mouse did not notice this question, but hurriedly went on, "'--foundit advisable to go with Edgar Atheling to meet William and offer him thecrown. William's conduct at first was moderate. But the insolence of hisNormans--' How are you getting on now, my dear?" it continued, turningto Alice as it spoke."As wet as ever," said Alice in a melancholy tone; "doesn't seem to dryme at all.""In that case," said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, "I move thatthe meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more energeticremedies----""Speak English!" said the Eaglet. "I don't know the meaning of halfthose long words, and, what's more, I don't believe you do either!" Andthe Eaglet bent down its head to hide a smile: some of the other birdstittered audibly."What I was going to say," said the Dodo in an offended tone, "was thatthe best thing to get us dry would be a Caucus-race.""What _is_ a Caucus-race?" said Alice; not that she much wanted to know,but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that _somebody_ ought to speak,and no one else seemed inclined to say anything."Why," said the Dodo, "the best way to explain it is to do it." (And, asyou might like to try the thing yourself some winter day, I will tellyou how the Dodo managed it.)First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle, ("the exactshape doesn't matter," it said,) and then all the party were placedalong the course, here and there. There was no "One, two, three, andaway," but they began running when they liked, and left off when theyliked, 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 "The race is over!" and they all crowded roundit, panting, and asking "But who has won?"This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought,and it stood for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead(the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures ofhim), while the rest waited in silence. At last the Dodo said"_Everybody_ has won, and _all_ must have prizes.""But who is to give the prizes?" quite a chorus of voices asked."Why, _she_, of course," said the Dodo, pointing to Alice with onefinger; and the whole party at once crowded round her, calling out in aconfused way, "Prizes! Prizes!"Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she put her hand in herpocket, and pulled out a box of comfits (luckily the salt water had notgot into it), and handed them round as prizes. There was exactly oneapiece all round. _They all crowded round it panting and asking, "But who has won?"_[Illustration]"But she must have a prize herself, you know," said the Mouse."Of course," the Dodo replied very gravely."What else have you got in your pocket?" it went on, turning to Alice."Only a thimble," said Alice sadly."Hand it over here," said the Dodo.Then they all crowded round her once more, while the Dodo solemnlypresented the thimble, saying "We beg your acceptance of this elegantthimble;" and, when it had finished this short speech, they all cheered.Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked so gravethat she did not dare to laugh; and, as she could not think of anythingto say, she simply bowed, and took the thimble, looking as solemn as shecould.The next thing was to eat the comfits; this caused some noise andconfusion, as the large birds complained that they could not tastetheirs, 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, andbegged the Mouse to tell them something more."You promised to tell me your history, you know," said Alice, "and whyit is you hate--C and D," she added in a whisper, half afraid that itwould be offended again.[Illustration]"Mine is a long and sad tale!" said the Mouse, turning to Alice andsighing."It _is_ a long tail, certainly," said Alice, looking down with wonderat the Mouse's tail; "but why do you call it sad?" And she kept onpuzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her idea of thetale was something like this:-- "Fury said to a mouse, That he met in the house, 'Let us both go to law: _I_ will prose- cute _you_.-- Come, I'll take no de- nial: We must have the trial; For really this morn- ing I've nothing to do.' Said the mouse to the cur, 'Such a trial, dear sir, With no jury or judge, would be wast- ing our breath.' 'I'll be judge, I'll be jury,' said cun- ning old Fury: 'I'll try the whole cause, and con- demn you to death.'"You are not attending!" said the Mouse to Alice severely. "What are youthinking of?""I beg your pardon," said Alice very humbly: "you had got to the fifthbend, I think?""I had _not_!" cried the Mouse, angrily."A knot!" said Alice, always ready to make herself useful, and lookinganxiously about her. "Oh, do let me help to undo it!""I shall do nothing of the sort," said the Mouse, getting up and walkingaway. "You insult me by talking such nonsense!""I didn't mean it!" pleaded poor Alice. "But you're so easily offended,you know!"The Mouse only growled in reply."Please come back and finish your story!" Alice called after it. And theothers all joined in chorus, "Yes, please do!" but the Mouse only shookits head impatiently and walked a little quicker."What a pity it wouldn't stay!" sighed the Lory, as soon as it was quiteout of sight; and an old Crab took the opportunity of saying to herdaughter, "Ah, my dear! Let this be a lesson to you never to lose_your_ temper!" "Hold your tongue, Ma!" said the young Crab, a littlesnappishly. "You're enough to try the patience of an oyster!""I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!" said Alice aloud, addressingnobody in particular. "She'd soon fetch it back!""And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question?" said theLory.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, youca'n't think! And oh, I wish you could see her after the birds! Why,she'll eat a little bird as soon as look at it!"This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party. Some of thebirds hurried off at once; one old Magpie began wrapping itself up verycarefully, remarking "I really must be getting home; the night-airdoesn't suit my throat!" and a Canary called out in a trembling voice toits 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."I wish I hadn't mentioned Dinah!" she said to herself in a melancholytone. "Nobody seems to like her, down here, and I'm sure she's the bestcat in the world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if I shall ever see youany more!" And here poor Alice began to cry again, for she felt verylonely and low-spirited. In a little while, however, she again heard alittle pattering of footsteps in the distance, and she looked upeagerly, half hoping that the Mouse had changed his mind, and was comingback to finish his story.CHAPTER IV[Sidenote: _The Rabbit sends in a Little Bill_]IT was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, andlooking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost something; and sheheard it muttering to itself, "The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dearpaws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as ferretsare ferrets! Where _can_ I have dropped them, I wonder?" Alice guessedin a moment that it was looking for the fan and the pair of white kidgloves, and she very good-naturedly began hunting about for them, butthey were nowhere to be seen--everything seemed to have changed sinceher swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass table and thelittle door, had vanished completely.Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about, andcalled out to her in an angry tone, "Why, Mary Ann, what _are_ youdoing out here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves anda fan! Quick, now!" And Alice was so much frightened that she ran off atonce in the direction it pointed to, without trying to explain themistake it had made."He took me for his housemaid," she said to herself as she ran. "Howsurprised he'll be when he finds out who I am! But I'd better take himhis fan and gloves--that is, if I can find them." As she said this, shecame upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a bright brassplate with the name "W. RABBIT" engraved upon it. She went in withoutknocking, and hurried up stairs, in great fear lest she should meet thereal Mary Ann, and be turned out of the house before she had found thefan and gloves.[Illustration: "_Why, Mary Ann, what are you doing out here?_"]"How queer it seems," Alice said to herself, "to be going messages for arabbit! I suppose Dinah'll be sending me on messages next!" And shebegan fancying the sort of thing that would happen: "'Miss Alice! Comehere directly, and get ready for your walk!' 'Coming in a minute, nurse!But I've got to watch this mouse-hole till Dinah comes back, and seethat 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 peopleabout like that!"By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a tablein the window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or three pairsof 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 littlebottle that stood near the looking-glass. There was no label this timewith the words "DRINK ME," but nevertheless she uncorked it and put itto her lips. "I know _something_ interesting is sure to happen," shesaid to herself, "whenever I eat or drink anything; so I'll just seewhat this bottle does. I do hope it will make me grow large again, forreally I'm quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!"It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before she haddrunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling,and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily putdown the bottle, saying to herself "That's quite enough--I hope Isha'n't grow any more--As it is, I can't get out at the door--I do wishI hadn't drunk quite so much!"Alas! it was too late to wish that! She went on growing, and growing,and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute therewas not even room for this, and she tried the effect of lying down withone 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 outof the window, and one foot up the chimney, and said to herself "Now Ican do no more, whatever happens. What _will_ become of me?"Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect,and she grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as thereseemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the roomagain, no wonder she felt unhappy."It was much pleasanter at home," thought poor Alice, "when one wasn'talways growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice andrabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit-hole--andyet--and yet--it's rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I dowonder what _can_ 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 themiddle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that thereought! And when I grow up, I'll write one--but I'm grown up now," sheadded in a sorrowful tone; "at least there's no room to grow up any more_here_.""But then," thought Alice, "shall I _never_ get any older than I am now?That'll be a comfort, one way--never to be an old woman--butthen--always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldn't like _that_!""Oh, you foolish Alice!" she answered herself. "How can you learnlessons in here? Why, there's hardly room for _you_, and no room at allfor any lesson-books!"And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and makingquite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes she hearda voice outside, and stopped to listen."Mary Ann! Mary Ann!" said the voice. "Fetch me my gloves this moment!"Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice knew it wasthe Rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook thehouse, quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as largeas the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it.Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; but, asthe 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'llgo round and get in at the window.""_That_ you won't" thought Alice, and, after waiting till she fanciedshe heard the Rabbit just under the window, she suddenly spread out herhand, 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 acucumber-frame, or something of the sort.Next came an angry voice--the Rabbit's--"Pat! Pat! Where are you?" Andthen a voice she had never heard before, "Sure then I'm here! Diggingfor apples, yer honour!""Digging for apples, indeed!" said the Rabbit angrily. "Here! Come andhelp me out of _this_!" (Sounds of more broken glass.)"Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window?""Sure, it's an arm, yer honour." (He pronounced it "arrum.")"An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the wholewindow!""Sure, it does, yer honour? but it's an arm for all that.""Well, it's got no business there, at any rate: go and take it away!"There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispersnow and then; such as, "Sure, I don't like it, yer honour, at all, atall!" "Do as I tell you, you coward!" and at last she spread out herhand again, and made another snatch in the air. This time there were_two_ little shrieks, and more sounds of broken glass. "What a number ofcucumber-frames there must be!" thought Alice. "I wonder what they'll donext! As for pulling me out of the window, I only wish they _could_!I'm sure _I_ don't want to stay in here any longer!"She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came arumbling of little cart-wheels, and the sound of a good many voices alltalking together: she made out the words: "Where's the otherladder?--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 'emtogether first--they don't reach half high enough yet--Oh! they'll dowell enough; don't be particular--Here, Bill! catch hold of thisrope--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, Ifancy--Who's to go down the chimney?--Nay, _I_ sha'n't! _You_ doit!--_That_ I won't, then! Bill's to go down--Here, Bill! the mastersays you've to go down the chimney!""Oh! So Bill's got to come down the chimney, has he?" said Alice toherself. "Why, they seem to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn't be inBill's place for a good deal: this fireplace is narrow, to be sure; butI _think_ I can kick a little!"She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited tillshe 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 tosee what would happen next.The first thing she heard was a general chorus of "There goes Bill!"then the Rabbit's voice alone--"Catch him, you by the hedge!" thensilence, and then another confusion of voices--"Hold up his head--Brandynow--Don't choke him--How was it, old fellow? What happened to you? Tellus all about it!"At last came a little feeble, squeaking voice, ("That's Bill," thoughtAlice,) "Well, I hardly know--No more, thank ye; I'm better now--but I'ma deal too flustered to tell you--all I know is, something comes at melike a Jack-in-the-box, and up I goes like a sky-rocket!""So you did, old fellow!" said the others."We must burn the house down!" said the Rabbit's voice. And Alicecalled out as loud as she could, "If you do, I'll set Dinah at you!"There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself "Iwonder what they _will_ do next! If they had any sense, they'd take theroof off." After a minute or two they began moving about again, andAlice heard the Rabbit say "A barrowful will do, to begin with.""A barrowful of _what_?" thought Alice. But she had not long to doubt,for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at thewindow, 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.Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning intolittle cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into herhead. "If I eat one of these cakes," she thought, "it's sure to make_some_ change in my size; and, as it can't possibly make me larger, itmust make me smaller, I suppose."So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that shebegan shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get throughthe door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of littleanimals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was inthe middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving itsomething out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment sheappeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herselfsafe in a thick wood."The first thing I've got to do," said Alice to herself, as she wanderedabout in the wood, "is to grow to my right size again; and the secondthing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will bethe best plan."It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simplyarranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest ideahow to set about it; and, while she was peering about anxiously amongthe trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in agreat hurry.An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, andfeebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. "Poor littlething!" said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle toit; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that itmight be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up inspite of all her coaxing.Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, andheld it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air offall 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 theother side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled headover heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it wasvery like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting everymoment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; thenthe puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a littleway forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all thewhile, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with itstongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so sheset off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, andtill the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance."And yet what a dear little puppy it was!" said Alice, as she leantagainst a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of theleaves. "I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if--if I'donly been the right size to do it! Oh, dear! I'd nearly forgotten thatI've got to grow up again! Let me see--how _is_ it to be managed? Isuppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the greatquestion is, what?"The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her atthe flowers and the blades of grass, but she could not see anything thatlooked like the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances.There was a large mushroom growing near her, about the same height asherself; and, when she had looked under it, and on both sides of it, andbehind it, it occurred to her that she might as well look and see whatwas on the top of it.She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of themushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large bluecaterpillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietlysmoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice of her or ofanything else.CHAPTER V[Sidenote: _Advice from a Caterpillar_]THE Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for sometime in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of itsmouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice."Who are _you_?" said the Caterpillar.This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied,rather shyly, "I hardly know, sir, just at present--at least I know whoI _was_ when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changedseveral times since then.""What do you mean by that?" said the Caterpillar sternly. "Explainyourself!""I can't explain _myself_, I'm afraid, sir," said Alice, "because I'mnot myself, you see.""I don't see," said the Caterpillar."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 manydifferent sizes in a day is very confusing.""It isn't," said the Caterpillar."Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet," said Alice, "but when youhave to turn into a chrysalis--you will some day, you know--and thenafter that into a butterfly, I should think you'll feel it a littlequeer, won't you?""Not a bit," said the Caterpillar."Well, perhaps your feelings may be different," said Alice; "all I knowis, it would feel very queer to _me_.""You!" said the Caterpillar contemptuously. "Who are _you_?"Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation.Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar's making such _very_short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, "I thinkyou ought to tell me who _you_ are, first.""Why?" said the Caterpillar.[Illustration: _Advice from a Caterpillar_]Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of anygood reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a _very_unpleasant state of mind, she turned away."Come back!" the Caterpillar called after her. "I've something importantto say!"This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back again."Keep your temper," said the Caterpillar."Is that all?" said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as shecould."No," said the Caterpillar.Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, andperhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For someminutes it puffed away without speaking, but at last it unfolded itsarms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said, "So you thinkyou're changed, do you?""I'm afraid I am, sir," said Alice; "I can't remember things as Iused--and I don't keep the same size for ten minutes together!""Can't remember _what_ things?" said the Caterpillar."Well, I've tried to say '_How doth the little busy bee_,' but it allcame different!" Alice replied in a very melancholy voice."Repeat '_You are old, Father William_,'" said the Caterpillar.Alice folded her hands, and began:-- "You are old, Father William," the young man said, "And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head-- Do you think, at your age, it is right?" "In my youth," Father William replied to his son, "I feared it might injure the brain; But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again." "You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before, And have grown most uncommonly fat; Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door-- Pray, what is the reason of that?" "In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, "I kept all my limbs very supple By the use of this ointment--one shilling the box-- Allow me to sell you a couple?" "You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak-- Pray, how did you manage to do it?" "In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law And argued each case with my wife; And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, Has lasted the rest of my life." "You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose That your eye was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-- What made you so awfully clever?" "I have answered three questions, and that is enough," Said his father; "don't give yourself airs! Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!""That is not said right," said the Caterpillar."Not _quite_ right, I'm afraid," said Alice, timidly; "some of thewords have got altered.""It is wrong from beginning to end," said the Caterpillar, decidedly,and there was silence for some minutes.The Caterpillar was the first to speak."What size do you want to be?" it asked."Oh, I'm not particular as to size," Alice hastily replied; "only onedoesn't like changing so often, you know.""I _don't_ know," said the Caterpillar.Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in all herlife before, and she felt that she was losing her temper."Are you content now?" said the Caterpillar."Well, I should like to be a _little_ larger, sir, if you wouldn'tmind," said Alice: "three inches is such a wretched height to be.""It is a very good height indeed!" said the Caterpillar angrily, rearingitself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches high)."But I'm not used to it!" pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone. And shethought to herself, "I wish the creatures wouldn't be so easilyoffended!""You'll get used to it in time," said the Caterpillar; and it put itshookah into its mouth and began smoking again.This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. In aminute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth andyawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got down off themushroom, and crawled away into the grass, merely remarking as it went,"One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make yougrow shorter.""One side of _what_? The other side of _what_?" thought Alice toherself."Of the mushroom," said the Caterpillar, just as if she had asked italoud; and in another moment it was out of sight.Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, tryingto make out which were the two sides of it; and as it was perfectlyround, she found this a very difficult question. However, at last shestretched her arms round it as far as they would go, and broke off a bitof the edge with each hand."And now which is which?" she said to herself, and nibbled a little ofthe right-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment she felt a violentblow underneath her chin: it had struck her foot![Illustration]She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but she feltthat there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly; so sheset to work at once to eat some of the other bit. Her chin was pressedso closely against her foot that there was hardly room to open hermouth; but she did it at last, and managed to swallow a morsel of theleft-hand bit. * * * * *"Come, my head's free at last!" said Alice in a tone of delight, whichchanged into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulderswere nowhere to be found: all she could see, when she looked down, wasan immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of asea of green leaves that lay far below her."What _can_ all that green stuff be?" said Alice. "And where have myshoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I ca'n't see you?"She was moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow,except a little shaking among the distant green leaves.As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, shetried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to find that herneck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent. She hadjust succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was goingto dive in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the topsof the trees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss madeher draw back in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, andwas beating her violently with its wings."Serpent!" screamed the Pigeon."I'm _not_ a serpent!" said Alice indignantly. "Let me alone!""Serpent, I say again!" repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone,and added with a kind of a sob, "I've tried every way, and nothing seemsto suit them!""I haven't the least idea what you're talking about," said Alice."I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried banks, and I've triedhedges," the Pigeon went on, without attending to her; "but thoseserpents! There's no pleasing them!"Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no use insaying anything more till the Pigeon had finished."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, Ihaven't had a wink of sleep these three weeks!""I'm very sorry you've been annoyed," said Alice, who was beginning tosee its meaning.[Illustration]"And just as I'd taken the highest tree in the wood," continued thePigeon, raising its voice to a shriek, "and just as I was thinking Ishould be free of them at last, they must needs come wriggling down fromthe sky! Ugh, Serpent!""But I'm _not_ a serpent, I tell you!" said Alice. "I'm a---- I'm a----""Well! _What_ are you?" said the Pigeon. "I can see you're trying toinvent something!""I--I'm a little girl," said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she rememberedthe number of changes she had gone through that day."A likely story indeed!" said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepestcontempt. "I've seen a good many little girls in my time, but never_one_ with such a neck as that! No, no! You're a serpent; and there's nouse denying it. I suppose you'll be telling me next that you nevertasted an egg!""I _have_ tasted eggs, certainly," said Alice, who was a very truthfulchild; "but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do, youknow.""I don't believe it," said the Pigeon; "but if they do, why thenthey're a kind of serpent, that's all I can say."This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent for aminute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of adding, "You'relooking for eggs, I know _that_ well enough; and what does it matter tome whether you're a little girl or a serpent?""It matters a good deal to _me_," said Alice hastily; "but I'm notlooking for eggs, as it happens; and if I was, I shouldn't want _yours_:I don't like them raw.""Well, be off, then!" said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it settleddown again into its nest. Alice crouched down among the trees as well asshe could, for her neck kept getting entangled among the branches, andevery now and then she had to stop and untwist it. After a while sheremembered that she still held the pieces of mushroom in her hands, andshe set to work very carefully, nibbling first at one and then at theother, and growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she hadsucceeded in bringing herself down to her usual height.It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that itfelt 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 donenow! How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm goingto be, from one minute to another! However, I've got back to my rightsize: the next thing is, to get into that beautiful garden--how _is_that to be done, I wonder?" As she said this, she came suddenly upon anopen place, with a little house in it about four feet high. "Whoeverlives there," thought Alice, "it'll never do to come upon them _this_size: why, I should frighten them out of their wits!" So she begannibbling at the right-hand bit again, and did not venture to go near thehouse till she had brought herself down to nine inches high.CHAPTER VI[Sidenote: _Pig and Pepper_]FOR a minute or two she stood looking at the house, andwondering what to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery camerunning out of the wood--(she considered him to be a footman because hewas in livery: otherwise, judging by his face only, she would havecalled him a fish)--and rapped loudly at the door with his knuckles. Itwas opened by another footman in livery, with a round face and largeeyes like a frog; and both footmen, Alice noticed, had powdered hairthat curled all over their heads. She felt very curious to know what itwas all about, and crept a little way out of the wood to listen.The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter,nearly as large as himself, and this he handed over to the other,saying, in a solemn tone, "For the Duchess. An invitation from theQueen to play croquet." The Frog-Footman repeated, in the same solemntone, only changing the order of the words a little, "From the Queen. Aninvitation for the Duchess to play croquet."Then they both bowed low, and their curls got entangled together.Alice laughed so much at this, that she had to run back into the woodfor fear of their hearing her; and, when she next peeped out, theFish-Footman was gone, and the other was sitting on the ground near thedoor, staring stupidly up into the sky.Alice went timidly up to the door and knocked."There's no use in knocking," said the Footman, "and that for tworeasons. First, because I'm on the same side of the door as you are;secondly, because they're making such a noise inside, no one couldpossibly hear you." And certainly there was a most extraordinary noisegoing on within--a constant howling and sneezing, and every now and thena great crash, as if a dish or kettle had been broken to pieces."Please, then," said Alice, "how am I to get in?""There might be some sense in your knocking," the Footman went onwithout attending to her, "if we had the door between us. For instance,if you were _inside_, you might knock, and I could let you out, youknow." He was looking up into the sky all the time he was speaking, andthis Alice thought decidedly uncivil. "But perhaps he can't help it,"she said to herself: "his eyes are so _very_ nearly at the top of hishead. But at any rate he might answer questions. How am I to get in?"she repeated aloud."I shall sit here," the Footman remarked, "till to-morrow----"At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate cameskimming out, straight at the Footman's head: it just grazed his nose,and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him."----or next day, maybe," the Footman continued in the same tone,exactly as if nothing had happened."How am I to get in?" asked Alice again in a louder tone."_Are_ you to get in at all?" said the Footman. "That's the firstquestion, you know."[Illustration]It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to be told so. "It's reallydreadful," she muttered to herself, "the way all the creatures argue.It's enough to drive one crazy!"The Footman seemed to consider this a good opportunity for repeating hisremark, with variations. "I shall sit here," he said, "on and off, fordays and days.""But what am _I_ to do?" said Alice."Anything you like," said the Footman, and began whistling."Oh, there's no use in talking to him," said Alice desperately: "he'sperfectly idiotic!" And she opened the door and went in.The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of smoke fromone end to the other: the Duchess was sitting on a three-legged stool inthe middle, nursing a baby, the cook was leaning over the fire, stirringa large cauldron which seemed to be full of soup."There's certainly too much pepper in that soup!" Alice said to herself,as well as she could for sneezing.There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the Duchess sneezedoccasionally; and the baby was sneezing and howling alternately withouta 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 andgrinning from ear to ear."Please would you tell me," said Alice a little timidly, for she was notquite sure whether it was good manners for her to speak first, "why yourcat grins like that?""It's a Cheshire cat," said the Duchess, "and that's why. Pig!"She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice quitejumped; 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:"I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I didn't knowthat cats _could_ grin.""They all can," said the Duchess; "and most of 'em do.""I don't know of any that do," Alice said very politely, feeling quitepleased to have got into a conversation."You don't know much," said the Duchess; "and that's a fact."Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark, and thought it wouldbe as well to introduce some other subject of conversation. While shewas trying to fix on one, the cook took the cauldron of soup off thefire, and at once set to work throwing everything within her reach atthe Duchess and the baby--the fire-irons came first; then followed ashower of saucepans, plates, and dishes. The Duchess took no notice ofthem even when they hit her; and the baby was howling so much already,that it was quite impossible to say whether the blows hurt it or not."Oh, _please_ mind what you're doing!" cried Alice, jumping up and downin an agony of terror. "Oh, there goes his _precious_ nose"; as anunusually large saucepan flew close by it, and very nearly carried itoff."If everybody minded their own business," the Duchess said in a hoarsegrowl, "the world would go round a deal faster than it does."[Illustration: _An unusually large saucepan flew close by it, and verynearly carried it off_]"Which would _not_ be an advantage," said Alice, who felt very glad toget an opportunity of showing off a little of her knowledge. "Just thinkwhat work it would make with the day and night! You see the earthtakes twenty-four hours to turn round on its axis----""Talking of axes," said the Duchess, "chop off her head."Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to see if she meant to takethe hint; but the cook was busily engaged in stirring the soup, and didnot seem to be listening, so she ventured to go on again: "Twenty-fourhours, I _think_; or is it twelve? I----""Oh, don't bother _me_," said the Duchess; "I never could abidefigures!" And with that she began nursing her child again, singing asort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent shake atthe end of every line: "Speak roughly to your little boy, And beat him when he sneezes: He only does it to annoy, Because he knows it teases."CHORUS (In which the cook and the baby joined): "Wow! wow! wow!"While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept tossingthe baby violently up and down, and the poor little thing howled so,that Alice could hardly hear the words: "I speak severely to my boy, I beat him when he sneezes; For he can thoroughly enjoy The pepper when he pleases!" CHORUS. "Wow! wow! wow!""Here! you may nurse it a bit if you like!" the Duchess said to Alice,flinging the baby at her as she spoke. "I must go and get ready to playcroquet with the Queen," and she hurried out of the room. The cook threwa frying-pan after her as she went out, but it just missed her.Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer-shapedlittle creature, and held out its arms and legs in all directions, "justlike a star-fish," thought Alice. The poor little thing was snortinglike a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept doubling itself up andstraightening itself out again, so that altogether, for the first minuteor two, it was as much as she could do to hold it.As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing it, (which was totwist it up into a knot, and then keep tight hold of its right ear andleft foot, so as to prevent its undoing itself,) she carried it out intothe open air. "If I don't take this child away with me," thought Alice,"they're sure to kill it in a day or two: wouldn't it be murder to leaveit behind?" She said the last words out loud, and the little thinggrunted in reply (it had left off sneezing by this time). "Don't grunt,"said Alice; "that's not at all a proper way of expressing yourself."The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its face tosee what was the matter with it. There could be no doubt that it had a_very_ turn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real nose; also itseyes were getting extremely small for a baby: altogether Alice did notlike 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 anytears.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. Mindnow!" The poor little thing sobbed again (or grunted, it was impossibleto say which), and they went on for some while in silence.Alice was just beginning to think to herself, "Now, what am I to do withthis 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 couldbe _no_ mistake about it: it was neither more nor less than a pig, andshe felt that it would be quite absurd for her to carry it any further.So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see ittrot quietly away into the wood. "If it had grown up," she said toherself, "it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: but it makesrather a handsome pig, I think." And she began thinking over otherchildren she knew, who might do very well as pigs, and was just sayingto herself, "if one only knew the right way to change them----" when shewas a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of atree a few yards off.[Illustration: _It grunted again so violently that she looked down intoits face in some alarm_]The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, shethought: still it had _very_ long claws and a great many teeth, so shefelt that it ought to be treated with respect.[Illustration]"Cheshire Puss," she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all knowwhether 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 youtell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?""That depends a good deal on where you want to get to," said the Cat."I don't much care where----" said Alice."Then it doesn't matter which way you go," said the Cat."---- so long as I get _somewhere_," Alice added as an explanation."Oh, you're sure to do that," said the Cat, "if you only walk longenough."Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question."What sort of people live about here?""In _that_ direction," the Cat said, waving its right paw round, "livesa Hatter: and in _that_ direction," waving the other paw, "lives a MarchHare. Visit either you like: they're both mad.""But I don't want to go among mad people," Alice remarked."Oh, you ca'n't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here. I'm mad.You're mad.""How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice."You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."Alice didn't think that proved it at all; however, she went on. "And howdo you know that you're mad?""To begin with," said the Cat, "a dog's not mad. You grant that?""I suppose so," said Alice."Well, then," the Cat went on, "you see a dog growls when it's angry,and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now _I_ growl when I'm pleased, andwag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.""_I_ call it purring, not growling," said Alice."Call it what you like," said the Cat. "Do you play croquet with theQueen to-day?""I should like it very much," said Alice, "but I haven't been invitedyet.""You'll see me there," said the Cat and vanished.Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used to queerthings happening. While she was looking at the place where it had been,it suddenly appeared again."By-the-bye, what became of the baby?" said the Cat. "I'd nearlyforgotten to ask.""It turned into a pig," Alice quietly said, just as if it had come backin a natural way."I thought it would," said the Cat, and vanished again.Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did notappear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the direction inwhich the March Hare was said to live. "I've seen hatters before," shesaid to herself; "the March Hare will be much the most interesting, andperhaps as this is May, it won't be raving mad--at least not so mad asit was in March." As she said this, she looked up, and there was the Catagain, sitting on the branch of a tree."Did you say pig, or fig?" said the Cat."I said pig," replied Alice; "and I wish you wouldn't keep appearing andvanishing so suddenly: you make one quite giddy.""All right," said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly,beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, whichremained some time after the rest of it had gone."Well! I've often seen a cat without a grin," thought Alice; "but a grinwithout a cat! It's the most curious thing I ever saw in all my life."[Illustration]She had not gone much farther before she came in sight of the house ofthe March Hare: she thought it must be the right house, because thechimneys were shaped like ears and the roof was thatched with fur. Itwas so large a house, that she did not like to go nearer till she hadnibbled some more of the left-hand bit of mushroom, and raised herself,to about two feet high: even then she walked up towards it rathertimidly, saying to herself, "Suppose it should be raving mad after all!I almost wish I'd gone to see the Hatter instead!"CHAPTER VII[Sidenote: _A Mad Tea-party_]THERE was a table set out under a tree in front of thehouse, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: aDormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two wereusing it as a cushion resting their elbows on it, and talking over itshead. "Very uncomfortable for the Dormouse," thought Alice; "only asit's asleep, suppose it doesn't mind."The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together atone corner of it. "No room! No room!" they cried out when they saw Alicecoming. "There's _plenty_ of room!" said Alice indignantly, and she satdown in a large arm-chair at one end of the table."Have some wine," the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea."I don't see any wine," she remarked."There isn't any," said the March Hare."Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it," said Alice angrily."It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited," saidthe March Hare."I didn't know it was _your_ table," said Alice; "it's laid for a greatmany more than three.""Your hair wants cutting," said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alicefor some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech."You should learn not to make personal remarks," Alice said with someseverity; "it's very rude."The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he _said_was "Why is a raven like a writing-desk?""Come, we shall have some fun now!" thought Alice. "I'm glad they'vebegun asking riddles.--I believe I can guess that," she added aloud."Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?" saidthe March Hare."Exactly so," said Alice."Then you should say what you mean," the March Hare went on."I do," Alice hastily replied; "at least--at least I mean what Isay--that's the same thing, you know.""Not the same thing a bit!" said the Hatter. "Why, you might just aswell say that 'I see what I eat' is the same thing as 'I eat what Isee'!""You might just as well say," added the March Hare, "that 'I like what Iget' is the same thing as 'I get what I like'!""You might just as well say," added the Dormouse, which seemed to betalking in his sleep, "that 'I breathe when I sleep' is the same thingas 'I sleep when I breathe'!""It _is_ the same thing with you," said the Hatter; and here theconversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alicethought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks,which wasn't much.[Illustration: _A Mad Tea Party_]The Hatter was the first to break the silence. "What day of the monthis it?" he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of hispocket, and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then,and holding it to his ear.Alice considered a little, and then said "The fourth.""Two days wrong!" sighed the Hatter. "I told you butter would not suitthe works!" he added, looking angrily at the March Hare."It was the _best_ butter," the March Hare meekly replied."Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well," the Hatter grumbled:"you shouldn't have put it in with the bread-knife."The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dippedit into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think ofnothing better to say than his first remark, "It was the _best_ butter,you know."Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. "What afunny watch!" she remarked. "It tells the day of the month, and doesn'ttell what o'clock it is!""Why should it?" muttered the Hatter. "Does _your_ watch tell you whatyear it is?""Of course not," Alice replied very readily: "but that's because itstays the same year for such a long time together.""Which is just the case with _mine_," said the Hatter.Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to have nomeaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. "I don't quiteunderstand," she said, as politely as she could."The Dormouse is asleep again," said the Hatter, and he poured a littlehot tea upon its nose.The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening itseyes, "Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.""Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the Hatter said, turning to Aliceagain."No, I give it up," Alice replied: "what's the answer?""I haven't the slightest idea," said the Hatter."Nor I," said the March Hare.Alice sighed wearily. "I think you might do something better with thetime," she said, "than wasting it asking riddles with no answers.""If you knew Time as well as I do," said the Hatter, "you wouldn't talkabout wasting _it_. It's _him_.""I don't know what you mean," said Alice."Of course you don't!" the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously."I daresay you never spoke to Time!""Perhaps not," Alice cautiously replied: "but I know I have to beat timewhen I learn music.""Ah! that accounts for it," said the Hatter. "He won't stand beating.Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anythingyou liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine o'clock inthe morning, just time to begin lessons: you'd only have to whisper ahint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past one,time for dinner!"("I only wish it was," the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.)"That would be grand, certainly," said Alice thoughtfully: "but then--Ishouldn't be hungry for it, you know.""Not at first, perhaps," said the Hatter: "but you could keep it tohalf-past one as long as you liked.""Is that the way _you_ manage?" Alice asked.The Hatter shook his head mournfully. "Not I!" he replied. "Wequarrelled last March----just before _he_ went mad, you know----"(pointing with his teaspoon to the March Hare), "it was at the greatconcert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing 'Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at!'You know that song, perhaps?""I've heard something like it," said Alice."It goes on, you know," the Hatter continued, "in this way:-- 'Up above the world you fly, Like a tea-tray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle----'"Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep"_Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle_----" and went on so long that theyhad to pinch it to make it stop."Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse," said the Hatter, "when theQueen jumped up and bawled out 'He's murdering the time! Off with hishead!'""How dreadfully savage!" exclaimed Alice."And ever since that," the Hatter went on in a mournful tone, "he won'tdo a thing I ask! It's always six o'clock now."A bright idea came into Alice's head. "Is that the reason so manytea-things are put out here?" she asked."Yes, that's it," said the Hatter with a sigh: "it's always tea-time,and we've no time to wash the things between whiles.""Then you keep moving round, I suppose?" said Alice."Exactly so," said the Hatter: "as the things get used up.""But what happens when you come to the beginning again?" Alice venturedto ask."Suppose we change the subject," the March Hare interrupted, yawning."I'm getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story.""I'm afraid I don't know one," said Alice, rather alarmed at theproposal."Then the Dormouse shall!" they both cried. "Wake up, Dormouse!" Andthey pinched it on both sides at once.The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. "I wasn't asleep," he said in ahoarse, feeble voice: "I heard every word you fellows were saying.""Tell us a story!" said the March Hare."Yes, please do!" pleaded Alice."And be quick about it," added the Hatter, "or you'll be asleep againbefore it's done.""Once upon a time there were three little sisters," the Dormouse beganin a great hurry; "and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; andthey lived at the bottom of a well----""What did they live on?" said Alice, who always took a great interest inquestions of eating and drinking."They lived on treacle," said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute ortwo."They couldn't have done that, you know," Alice gently remarked; "they'dhave been ill.""So they were," said the Dormouse; "_very_ ill."Alice tried a little to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary wayof living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went on:"But why did they live at the bottom of a well?""Take some more tea," the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly."I've had nothing yet," Alice replied in an offended tone, "so I can'ttake more.""You mean you can't take _less_," said the Hatter; "it's very easy totake _more_ than nothing.""Nobody asked _your_ opinion," said Alice."Who's making personal remarks now?" the Hatter asked triumphantly.Alice did not quite know what to say to this: so she helped herself tosome tea and bread-and-butter, and then turned to the Dormouse, andrepeated her question. "Why did they live at the bottom of a well?"The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and thensaid, "It was a treacle-well.""There's no such thing!" Alice was beginning very angrily, but theHatter and the March Hare went "Sh! sh!" and the Dormouse sulkilyremarked: "If you can't be civil, you'd better finish the story foryourself.""No, please go on!" Alice said very humbly. "I won't interrupt youagain. I dare say there may be _one_.""One, indeed!" said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he consented togo on. "And so these three little sisters--they were learning to draw,you know----""What did they draw?" said Alice, quite forgetting her promise."Treacle," said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time."I want a clean cup," interrupted the Hatter: "let's all move one placeon."He moved as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Haremoved into the Dormouse's place, and Alice rather unwillingly took theplace of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one who got anyadvantage from the change: and Alice was a good deal worse off thanbefore, as the March Hare had just upset the milk-jug into his plate.Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began verycautiously: "But I don't understand. Where did they draw the treaclefrom?""You can draw water out of a water-well," said the Hatter; "so I shouldthink you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well--eh, stupid!""But they were _in_ the well," Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosingto notice this last remark."Of course they were," said the Dormouse; "----well in."This answer so confused poor Alice that she let the Dormouse go on forsome time without interrupting it."They were learning to draw," the Dormouse went on, yawning and rubbingits eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; "and they drew all manner ofthings--everything that begins with an M----""Why with an M?" said Alice."Why not?" said the March Hare.Alice was silent.The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into adose; but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with alittle shriek, and went on: "----that begins with an M, such asmouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, and muchness--you know you saythings are 'much of a muchness'--did you ever see such a thing as adrawing of a muchness?""Really, now you ask me," said Alice, very much confused, "I don'tthink----""Then you shouldn't talk," said the Hatter.This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up ingreat disgust and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, andneither of the others took the least notice of her going, though shelooked 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 intothe teapot."At any rate I'll never go _there_ again!" said Alice as she picked herway through the wood. "It's the stupidest tea-party I ever was at in allmy life!"Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a doorleading right into it. "That's very curious!" she thought. "Buteverything's curious to-day. I think I may as well go in at once." Andin she went.Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the littleglass table. "Now I'll manage better this time," she said to herself,and began by taking the little golden key, and unlocking the door thatled into the garden. Then she set to work nibbling at the mushroom (shehad kept a piece of it in her pocket) till she was about a foot high:then she walked down the little passage: and _then_--she found herselfat last in the beautiful garden, among the bright flower-beds and thecool fountains.CHAPTER VIII[Sidenote: _The Queen's Croquet-Ground_]A LARGE rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden:the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners atit, 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 sheheard one of them say "Look out now, Five! Don't go splashing paint overme like that!""I couldn't help it," said Five, in a sulky tone. "Seven jogged myelbow."On which Seven looked up and said, "That's right, Five! Always lay theblame on others!""_You'd_ better not talk!" said Five. "I heard the Queen say onlyyesterday you deserved to be beheaded!""What for?" said the one who had first spoken."That's none of _your_ business, Two!" said Seven."Yes, it _is_ his business!" said Five. "And I'll tell him--it was forbringing the cook tulip-roots instead of onions."Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun "Well, of all the unjustthings----" when his eye chanced to fall upon Alice, as she stoodwatching them, and he checked himself suddenly: the others looked roundalso, and all of them bowed low."Would you tell me," said Alice, a little timidly, "why you are paintingthose roses?"Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a lowvoice, "Why, the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have been a_red_ rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; and if the Queenwas to find it out, we should all have our heads cut off, you know. Soyou see, Miss, we're doing our best, afore she comes, to----" At thismoment, Five, who had been anxiously looking across the garden, calledout "The Queen! The Queen!" and the three gardeners instantly threwthemselves flat upon their faces. There was a sound of many footsteps,and Alice looked round, eager to see the Queen.First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped like thethree gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and feet at thecorners: next the ten courtiers; these were ornamented all over withdiamonds, and walked two and two, as the soldiers did. After these camethe royal children; there were ten of them, and the little dears camejumping merrily along hand in hand, in couples; they were all ornamentedwith hearts. Next came the guests, mostly Kings and Queens, and amongthem Alice recognised the White Rabbit: it was talking in a hurried,nervous manner, smiling at everything that was said, and went by withoutnoticing her. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the King'scrown on a crimson velvet cushion; and last of all this grandprocession, came THE KING AND QUEEN OF HEARTS.Alice was rather doubtful whether she ought not to lie down on her facelike the three gardeners, but she could not remember ever having heardof such a rule at processions; "and besides, what would be the use of aprocession," thought she, "if people had to lie down upon their faces,so that they couldn't see it?" So she stood still where she was, andwaited.When the procession came opposite to Alice, they all stopped and lookedat her, and the Queen said severely, "Who is this?" She said it to theKnave of Hearts, who only bowed and smiled in reply."Idiot!" said the Queen, tossing her head impatiently; and turning toAlice, she went on, "What's your name, child?""My name is Alice, so please your Majesty," said Alice very politely;but she added, to herself, "Why, they're only a pack of cards, afterall. I needn't be afraid of them!""And who are _these_?" said the Queen, pointing to the three gardenerswho were lying round the rose-tree; for, you see, as they were lying ontheir faces, and the pattern on their backs was the same as the rest ofthe pack, she could not tell whether they were gardeners, or soldiers,or courtiers, or three of her own children."How should _I_ know?" said Alice, surprised at her own courage. "It'sno business of _mine_."The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for amoment like a wild beast, screamed "Off with her head! Off----""Nonsense!" said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen wassilent.The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said "Consider my dear:she is only a child!"The Queen turned angrily away from him, and said to the Knave "Turn themover!"The Knave did so, very carefully, with one foot."Get up!" said the Queen, in a shrill, loud voice, and the threegardeners instantly jumped up, and began bowing to the King, the Queen,the royal children, and everybody else."Leave off that!" screamed the Queen. "You make me giddy." And then,turning to the rose-tree, she went on, "What _have_ you been doinghere?""May it please your Majesty," said Two, in a very humble tone, goingdown on one knee as he spoke, "we were trying----"[Illustration: _The Queen turned angrily away from him and said to theKnave, "Turn them over"_]"_I_ see!" said the Queen, who had meanwhile been examining the roses."Off with their heads!" and the procession moved on, three of thesoldiers remaining behind to execute the unfortunate gardeners, who ranto Alice for protection."You shan't be beheaded!" said Alice, and she put them into a largeflower-pot that stood near. The three soldiers wandered about for aminute or two, looking for them, and then quietly marched off after theothers."Are their heads off?" shouted the Queen."Their heads are gone, if it please your Majesty!" the soldiers shoutedin reply."That's right!" shouted the Queen. "Can you play croquet?"The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice, as the question wasevidently meant for her."Yes!" shouted Alice."Come on, then!" roared the Queen, and Alice joined the procession,wondering very much what would happen next."It's--it's a very fine day!" said a timid voice at her side. She waswalking by the White Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously into her face."Very," said Alice: "----where's the Duchess?""Hush! Hush!" said the Rabbit in a low hurried tone. He looked anxiouslyover his shoulder as he spoke, and then raised himself upon tiptoe, puthis mouth close to her ear, and whispered "She's under sentence ofexecution.""What for?" said Alice."Did you say 'What a pity!'?" the Rabbit asked."No, I didn't," said Alice: "I don't think it's at all a pity. I said'What for?'""She boxed the Queen's ears--" the Rabbit began. Alice gave a littlescream of laughter. "Oh, hush!" the Rabbit whispered in a frightenedtone. "The Queen will hear you! You see she came rather late, and theQueen said----""Get to your places!" shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder, andpeople began running about in all directions, tumbling up against eachother; however, they got settled down in a minute or two, and the gamebegan. Alice thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground inall her life; it was all ridges and furrows; the balls were livehedgehogs, the mallets live flamingoes, and the soldiers had to doublethemselves up and to stand upon their hands and feet, to make thearches.[Illustration]The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo;she succeeded in getting its body tucked away, comfortably enough, underher arm, with its legs hanging down, but generally, just as she had gotits neck nicely straightened out, and was going to give the hedgehog ablow with its head, it _would_ twist itself round and look up in herface, with such a puzzled expression that she could not help burstingout laughing: and when she had got its head down, and was going tobegin again, it was very provoking to find that the hedgehog hadunrolled itself and was in the act of crawling away: besides all this,there was generally a ridge or a furrow in the way wherever she wantedto send the hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up soldiers were alwaysgetting up and walking off to other parts of the ground, Alice soon cameto the conclusion that it was a very difficult game indeed.The players all played at once without waiting for turns, quarrellingall the while, and fighting for the hedgehogs; and in a very short timethe Queen was in a furious passion, and went stamping about, andshouting "Off with his head!" or "Off with her head!" about once in aminute.Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure she had not as yet had anydispute with the Queen, but she knew that it might happen any minute,"and then," thought she, "what would become of me? They're dreadfullyfond of beheading people here: the great wonder is that there's any oneleft alive!"She was looking about for some way of escape, and wondering whether shecould get away without being seen, when she noticed a curiousappearance in the air: it puzzled her very much at first, but, afterwatching it a minute or two, she made it out to be a grin, and she saidto herself "It's the Cheshire Cat: now I shall have somebody to talkto.""How are you getting on?" said the Cat, as soon as there was mouthenough for it to speak with.Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. "It's no usespeaking to it," she thought, "till its ears have come, or at least oneof them." In another minute the whole head appeared, and then Alice putdown her flamingo, and began an account of the game, feeling very gladshe had some one to listen to her. The Cat seemed to think that therewas enough of it now in sight, and no more of it appeared."I don't think they play at all fairly," Alice began, in rather acomplaining tone, "and they all quarrel so dreadfully one can't hearoneself speak--and they don't seem to have any rules in particular; atleast, if there are, nobody attends to them--and you've no idea howconfusing it is all the things being alive; for instance, there's thearch I've got to go through next walking about at the other end of theground--and I should have croqueted the Queen's hedgehog just now, onlyit ran away when it saw mine coming!"[Illustration]"How do you like the Queen?" said the Cat in a low voice."Not at all," said Alice: "she's so extremely----" Just then she noticedthat the Queen was close behind her listening: so she went on,"----likely to win, that it's hardly worth while finishing the game."The Queen smiled and passed on."Who _are_ you talking to?" said the King, coming up to Alice, andlooking at the Cat's head with great curiosity."It's a friend of mine--a Cheshire Cat," said Alice: "allow me tointroduce it.""I don't like the look of it at all," said the King: "however, it maykiss my hand if it likes.""I'd rather not," the Cat remarked."Don't be impertinent," said the King, "and don't look at me like that!"He got behind Alice as he spoke."A cat may look at a king," said Alice. "I've read that in some book,but I don't remember where.""Well, it must be removed," said the King very decidedly, and he calledto the Queen, who was passing at the moment, "My dear! I wish you wouldhave this cat removed!"The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small."Off with his head!" she said, without even looking round."I'll fetch the executioner myself," said the King eagerly, and hehurried off.Alice thought she might as well go back and see how the game was goingon, as she heard the Queen's voice in the distance, screaming withpassion. She had already heard her sentence three of the players to beexecuted for having missed their turns, and she did not like the look ofthings at all, as the game was in such confusion that she never knewwhether it was her turn or not. So she went in search of her hedgehog.The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog, which seemedto Alice an excellent opportunity for croqueting one of them with theother: the only difficulty was, that her flamingo was gone across to theother side of the garden, where Alice could see it trying in a helplesssort of way to fly up into one of the trees.By the time she had caught the flamingo and brought it back, the fightwas over, and both the hedgehogs were out of sight: "but it doesn'tmatter much," thought Alice, "as all the arches are gone from this sideof the ground." So she tucked it under her arm, that it might not escapeagain, and went back for a little more conversation with her friend.When she got back to the Cheshire Cat, she was surprised to find quite alarge crowd collected round it: there was a dispute going on between theexecutioner, the King, and the Queen, who were all talking at once,while all the rest were quite silent, and looked very uncomfortable.The moment Alice appeared, she was appealed to by all three to settlethe question, and they repeated their arguments to her, though, as theyall spoke at once, she found it very hard indeed to make out exactlywhat they said.[Illustration]The executioner's argument was, that you couldn't cut off a head unlessthere was a body to cut it off from: that he had never had to do such athing before, and he wasn't going to begin at _his_ time of life.The King's argument was, that anything that had a head could bebeheaded, and that you weren't to talk nonsense.The Queen's argument was, that if something wasn't done about it in lessthan no time, she'd have everybody executed all round. (It was this lastremark that had made the whole party look so grave and anxious.)Alice could think of nothing else to say but "It belongs to the Duchess:you'd better ask _her_ about it.""She's in prison," the Queen said to the executioner; "fetch her here."And the executioner went off like an arrow.The Cat's head began fading away the moment he was gone, and by the timehe had come back with the Duchess, it had entirely disappeared; so theKing and the executioner ran wildly up and down looking for it, whilethe rest of the party went back to the game.CHAPTER IX[Sidenote: _The Mock Turtle's Story_]"YOU can't think how glad I am to see you again, youdear old thing!" said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionatelyinto Alice's, and they walked off together.Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and thoughtto herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had made her sosavage when they met in the kitchen."When _I'm_ a Duchess," she said to herself (not in a very hopeful tonethough), "I won't have any pepper in my kitchen _at all_. Soup does verywell without--Maybe it's always pepper that makes people hot-tempered,"she went on, very much pleased at having found out a new kind of rule,"and vinegar that makes them sour--and camomile that makes thembitter--and--barley-sugar and such things that make childrensweet-tempered. I only wish people knew _that_: then they wouldn't beso stingy about it, you know----"She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a littlestartled when she heard her voice close to her ear. "You're thinkingabout something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can'ttell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it ina bit.""Perhaps it hasn't one," Alice ventured to remark."Tut, tut, child!" said the Duchess. "Every thing's got a moral, if onlyyou can find it." And she squeezed herself up closer to Alice's side asshe spoke.Alice did not much like her keeping so close to her: first, because theDuchess was _very_ ugly; and secondly, because she was exactly the rightheight to rest her chin on Alice's shoulder, and it was an uncomfortablysharp chin. However, she did not like to be rude, so she bore it as wellas she could. "The game's going on rather better now," she said, by wayof keeping up the conversation a little."'Tis so," said the Duchess: "and the moral of that is--'Oh, 'tis love,'tis love, that makes the world go round!'""Somebody said," Alice whispered, "that it's done by everybody mindingtheir own business!""Ah, well! It means much the same thing," said the Duchess, digging hersharp little chin into Alice's shoulder as she added, "and the moral of_that_ is--'Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care ofthemselves.'""How fond she is of finding morals in things!" Alice thought to herself."I dare say you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your waist,"the Duchess said after a pause: "the reason is, that I'm doubtful aboutthe temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment?""He might bite," Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all anxious tohave the experiment tried."Very true," said the Duchess: "flamingoes and mustard both bite. Andthe moral of that is--'Birds of a feather flock together.'""Only mustard isn't a bird," Alice remarked."Right, as usual," said the Duchess: "what a clear way you have ofputting things!""It's a mineral, I _think_," said Alice."Of course it is," said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree toeverything that Alice said: "there's a large mustard-mine near here. Andthe moral of that is--'The more there is of mine, the less there is ofyours.'""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.""I quite agree with you," said the Duchess; "and the moral of thatis--'Be what you would seem to be'--or if you'd like it put moresimply--'Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it mightappear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwisethan what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise.'""I think I should understand that better," Alice said very politely, "ifI had it written down: but I can't quite follow it as you say it.""That's nothing to what I could say if I chose," the Duchess replied, ina pleased tone."Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that," saidAlice."Oh, don't talk about trouble!" said the Duchess. "I make you a presentof everything I've said as yet.""A cheap sort of present!" thought Alice. "I'm glad they don't givebirthday presents like that!" But she did not venture to say it outloud."Thinking again?" the Duchess asked with another dig of her sharp littlechin."I've a right to think," said Alice sharply, for she was beginning tofeel a little worried."Just about as much right," said the Duchess, "as pigs have to fly; andthe m----"But here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died away, evenin the middle of her favourite word "moral," and the arm that was linkedinto hers began to tremble. Alice looked up, and there stood the Queenin front of them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm."A fine day, your Majesty!" the Duchess began in a low, weak voice."Now, I give you fair warning," shouted the Queen, stamping on theground as she spoke; "either you or your head must be off, and that inabout half no time! Take your choice!"The Duchess took her choice, and was gone in a moment."Let's go on with the game," the Queen said to Alice; and Alice was toomuch frightened to say a word, but slowly followed her back to thecroquet-ground.The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen's absence, and wereresting in the shade: however, the moment they saw her, they hurriedback to the game, the Queen merely remarking that a moment's delay wouldcost them their lives.[Illustration: _The Queen never left off quarrelling with the otherplayers, and shouting "Off with his head!" or, "Off with her head!"_]All the time they were playing the Queen never left off quarrelling withthe other players, and shouting "Off with his head!" or "Off with herhead!" 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 theend of half an hour or so there were no arches left, and all theplayers, except the King, the Queen, and Alice, were in custody andunder sentence of execution.Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, and said to Alice, "Haveyou seen the Mock Turtle yet?""No," said Alice. "I don't even know what a Mock Turtle is.""It's the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from," said the Queen."I never saw one, or heard of one," said Alice."Come on then," said the Queen, "and he shall tell you his history."As they walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low voice, tothe company generally, "You are all pardoned." "Come, _that's_ a goodthing!" she said to herself, for she had felt quite unhappy at thenumber of executions the Queen had ordered.They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the sun. (Ifyou don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.) "Up, lazything!" said the Queen, "and take this young lady to see the MockTurtle, and to hear his history. I must go back and see after someexecutions I have ordered," and she walked off, leaving Alice alonewith the Gryphon. Alice did not quite like the look of the creature, buton the whole she thought it would be quite as safe to stay with it as togo after that savage Queen: so she waited.The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen tillshe was out of sight: then it chuckled. "What fun!" said the Gryphon,half to itself, half to Alice."What _is_ the fun?" said Alice."Why, _she_," said the Gryphon. "It's all her fancy, that: they neverexecutes nobody, you know. Come on!""Everybody says 'come on!' here," thought Alice, as she went slowlyafter it: "I never was so ordered about in my life, never!"[Illustration]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 camenearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart would break. Shepitied him deeply. "What is his sorrow?" she asked the Gryphon, and theGryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, "It's allhis fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on!"So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyesfull of tears, but said nothing."This here young lady," said the Gryphon, "she wants to know yourhistory, she do.""I'll tell it her," said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow tone; "sitdown, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished."So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought toherself, "I don't see how he can _ever_ finish, if he doesn't begin."But she waited patiently."Once," said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, "I was a realTurtle."These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by anoccasional exclamation of "Hjckrrh!" from the Gryphon, and the constantheavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up andsaying "Thank you, sir, for your interesting story," but she could nothelp thinking there _must_ be more to come, so she sat still and saidnothing."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 thesea. The master was an old Turtle--we used to call him Tortoise----""Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?" Alice asked."We called him Tortoise because he taught us," said the Mock Turtleangrily: "really you are very dull!""You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question,"added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and looked at poorAlice, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At last the Gryphon saidto the Mock Turtle, "Drive on, old fellow. Don't be all day about it!"and he went on in these words:"Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn't believe it----""I never said I didn't!" interrupted Alice."You did," said the Mock Turtle."Hold your tongue!" added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak again.The Mock Turtle went on:--"We had the best of educations--in fact, we went to school everyday----""_I've_ been to a day-school, too," said Alice; "you needn't be so proudas all that.""With extras?" asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously."Yes," said Alice, "we learned French and music.""And washing?" said the Mock Turtle."Certainly not!" said Alice indignantly."Ah! then yours wasn't a really good school," said the Mock Turtle in atone of relief. "Now at _ours_ they had at the end of the bill, 'French,music, _and washing_--extra.'""You couldn't have wanted it much," said Alice; "living at the bottom ofthe sea.""I couldn't afford to learn it," said the Mock Turtle with a sigh. "Ionly took the regular course.""What was that?" inquired Alice."Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with," the Mock Turtlereplied; "and then the different branches of Arithmetic--Ambition,Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.""I never heard of 'Uglification,'" Alice ventured to say. "What is it?"The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. "Never heard ofuglifying!" it exclaimed. "You know what to beautify is, I suppose?""Yes," said Alice doubtfully: "it means--to--make--anything--prettier.""Well, then," the Gryphon went on, "if you don't know what to uglify is,you are a simpleton."Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about it, so sheturned to the Mock Turtle and said, "What else had you to learn?""Well, there was Mystery," the Mock Turtle replied, counting off thesubjects on his flappers, "--Mystery, ancient and modern, withSeaography: then Drawling--the Drawling-master was an old conger-eel,that used to come once a week: _he_ taught us Drawling, Stretching, andFainting in Coils.""What was _that_ like?" said Alice."Well, I can't show it you myself," the Mock Turtle said: "I'm toostiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it.""Hadn't time," said the Gryphon: "I went to the Classical master,though. He was an old crab, _he_ was.""I never went to him," the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: "he taughtLaughing and Grief, they used to say.""So he did, so he did," said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn; and bothcreatures hid their faces in their paws."And how many hours a day did you do lessons?" said Alice, in a hurry tochange the subject."Ten hours the first day," said the Mock Turtle: "nine the next, and soon.""What a curious plan!" exclaimed Alice."That's the reason they're called lessons," the Gryphon remarked:"because they lessen from day to day."This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought over it a littlebefore she made her next remark. "Then the eleventh day must have been aholiday.""Of course it was," said the Mock Turtle."And how did you manage on the twelfth?" Alice went on eagerly."That's enough about lessons," the Gryphon interrupted in a very decidedtone: "tell her something about the games now."CHAPTER X[Sidenote: _The Lobster Quadrille_]THE Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of oneflapper 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 inhis throat," said the Gryphon: and it set to work shaking him andpunching him in the back. At last the Mock Turtle recovered his voice,and, with tears running down his cheeks, went on again:"You may not have lived much under the sea--" ("I haven't," said Alice)"and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster--" (Alice beganto say "I once tasted----" but checked herself hastily, and said "No,never") "--so you can have no idea what a delightful thing a LobsterQuadrille is!""No, indeed," said Alice. "What sort of a dance is it?""Why," said the Gryphon, "you first form into a line along thesea-shore----""Two lines!" cried the Mock Turtle. "Seals, turtles, and so on; then,when you've cleared the jelly-fish out of the way----""_That_ generally takes some time," interrupted the Gryphon."--you advance twice----""Each with a lobster as a partner!" cried the Gryphon."Of course," the Mock Turtle said: "advance twice, set to partners----""--change lobsters, and retire in same order," continued the Gryphon."Then, you know," the Mock Turtle went on, "you throw the----""The lobsters!" shouted the Gryphon, with a bound into the air."--as far out to sea as you can----""Swim, after them!" screamed the Gryphon."Turn a somersault in the sea!" cried the Mock Turtle, capering wildlyabout."Change lobsters again!" yelled the Gryphon."Back to land again, and--that's all the first figure," said the MockTurtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two creatures, who had beenjumping about like mad things all this time, sat down again very sadlyand quietly, and looked at Alice."It must be a very pretty dance," said Alice, timidly."Would you like to see a little of it?" said the Mock Turtle."Very much indeed," said Alice."Come, let's try the first figure!" said the Mock Turtle to the Gryphon."We can do it without lobsters, you know. Which shall sing?""Oh, _you_ sing," said the Gryphon. "I've forgotten the words."So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice, every now and thentreading on her toes when they passed too close, and waving theirforepaws to mark the time, while the Mock Turtle sang this, very slowlyand sadly:-- "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail, "There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail. See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance! They are waiting on the shingle--will you come and join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance? "You can really have no notion how delightful it will be, When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!" But the snail replied: "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance-- Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance. Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance. "What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied; "There is another shore, you know, upon the other side. The further off from England the nearer is to France-- Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance. Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance? Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?""Thank you, it's a very interesting dance to watch," said Alice, feelingvery glad that it was over at last: "and I do so like that curious songabout the whiting!""Oh, as to the whiting," said the Mock Turtle, "they--you've seen them,of course?""Yes," said Alice, "I've often seen them at dinn----" she checkedherself hastily."I don't know where Dinn may be," said the Mock Turtle, "but if you'veseen them so often, of course you know what they're like.""I believe so," Alice replied thoughtfully. "They have their tails intheir mouths--and they're all over crumbs.""You're wrong about the crumbs," said the Mock Turtle: "crumbs would allwash off in the sea. But they _have_ their tails in their mouths; andthe reason is--" here the Mock Turtle yawned and shut his eyes. "Tellher about the reason and all that," he said to the Gryphon."The reason is," said the Gryphon, "that they _would_ go with thelobsters to the dance. So they got thrown out to sea. So they had tofall a long way. So they got their tails fast in their mouths. So theycouldn't get them out again. That's all.""Thank you," said Alice. "It's very interesting. I never knew so muchabout a whiting before.""I can tell you more than that, if you like," said the Gryphon. "Do youknow why it's called a whiting?""I never thought about it," said Alice. "Why?""_It does the boots and shoes_," the Gryphon replied very solemnly.Alice was thoroughly puzzled. "Does the boots and shoes!" she repeatedin a wondering tone."Why, what are _your_ shoes done with?" said the Gryphon. "I mean, whatmakes them so shiny?"Alice looked down at them, and considered a little before she gave heranswer. "They're done with blacking, I believe.""Boots and shoes under the sea," the Gryphon went on in a deep voice,"are done with whiting. Now you know.""And what are they made of?" Alice asked in a tone of great curiosity."Soles and eels, of course," the Gryphon replied rather impatiently:"any shrimp could have told you that.""If I'd been the whiting," said Alice, whose thoughts were still runningon the song, "I'd have said to the porpoise, 'Keep back, please: wedon't want _you_ with us!'""They were obliged to have him with them," the Mock Turtle said: "nowise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.""Wouldn't it really?" said Alice in a tone of great surprise."Of course not," said the Mock Turtle: "why, if a fish came to _me_, andtold me he was going a journey, I should say, 'With what porpoise?'""Don't you mean 'purpose'?" said Alice."I mean what I say," the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone. Andthe Gryphon added, "Come, let's hear some of _your_ adventures."[Illustration: _The Mock Turtle drew a long breath and said, "That'svery curious"_]"I could tell you my adventures--beginning from this morning," saidAlice a little timidly: "but it's no use going back to yesterday,because I was a different person then.""Explain all that," said the Mock Turtle."No, no! The adventures first," said the Gryphon in an impatient tone:"explanations take such a dreadful time."So Alice began telling them her adventures from the time when she firstsaw 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 openedtheir eyes and mouths so _very_ wide, but she gained courage as she wenton. Her listeners were perfectly quiet till she got to the part abouther repeating "_You are old, Father William_," to the Caterpillar, andthe words all coming different, and then the Mock Turtle drew a longbreath, and said, "That's very curious.""It's all about as curious as it can be," said the Gryphon."It all came different!" the Mock Turtle repeated thoughtfully. "Ishould like to hear her repeat something now. Tell her to begin." Helooked at the Gryphon as if he thought it had some kind of authorityover Alice."Stand up and repeat '_'Tis the voice of the sluggard_,'" said theGryphon."How the creatures order one about, and make one repeat lessons!"thought Alice. "I might as well be at school at once." However, she gotup, and began to repeat it, but her head was so full of the LobsterQuadrille, that she hardly knew what she was saying, and the words camevery queer indeed:-- "'Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare, 'You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.' As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes. When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark, And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark: But, when the tide rises and sharks are around, His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.""That's different from what _I_ used to say when I was a child," saidthe Gryphon."Well, _I_ never heard it before," said the Mock Turtle: "but it soundsuncommon nonsense."Alice said nothing; she had sat down with her face in her hands,wondering if anything would _ever_ happen in a natural way again."I should like to have it explained," said the Mock Turtle."She ca'n't explain it," hastily said the Gryphon. "Go on with the nextverse.""But about his toes?" the Mock Turtle persisted. "How _could_ he turnthem out with his nose, you know?""It's the first position in dancing," Alice said; but was dreadfullypuzzled by the whole thing, and longed to change the subject."Go on with the next verse," the Gryphon repeated: "it begins '_I passedby his garden_.'"Alice did not dare to disobey, though she felt sure it would all comewrong, and she went on in a trembling voice: "I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye, How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie: 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 by----""What _is_ the use of repeating all that stuff," the Mock Turtleinterrupted, "if you don't explain it as you go on? It's by far the mostconfusing thing _I_ ever heard!"[Illustration]"Yes, I think you'd better leave off," said the Gryphon: and Alice wasonly too glad to do so."Shall we try another figure of the Lobster Quadrille?" the Gryphon wenton. "Or would you like the Mock Turtle to sing you another song?""Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind," Alicereplied, so eagerly that the Gryphon said, in a rather offended tone,"H'm! No accounting for tastes! Sing her '_Turtle Soup_,' will you, oldfellow?"The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice choked with sobs,to sing this:-- "Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen! Who for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Beau--ootiful Soo--oop! Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup! "Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish, Game, or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two 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!""Chorus again!" cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had just begunto repeat it, when a cry of "The trial's beginning!" was heard in thedistance."Come on!" cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, it hurriedoff, without waiting for the end of the song."What trial is it?" Alice panted as she ran; but the Gryphon onlyanswered "Come on!" and ran the faster, while more and more faintlycame, carried on the breeze that followed them, the melancholy words:-- "Soo--oop of the e--e--evening, Beautiful, beautiful Soup!"CHAPTER XI[Sidenote: _Who Stole the Tarts?_]THE King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their thronewhen they arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them--all sorts oflittle birds and beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the Knavewas standing before them, in chains, with a soldier on each side toguard him; and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet in onehand, and a scroll of parchment in the other. In the very middle of thecourt was a table, with a large dish of tarts upon it: they looked sogood, that it made Alice quite hungry to look at them--"I wish they'dget the trial done," she thought, "and hand round the refreshments!" Butthere seemed to be no chance of this, so she began looking about her, topass away the time.Alice had never been in a court of justice before, but she had readabout them in books, and she was quite pleased to find that she knew thename of nearly everything there. "That's the judge," she said toherself, "because of his great wig."The judge, by the way, was the King; and as he wore his crown over thewig, he did not look at all comfortable, and it was certainly notbecoming."And that's the jury-box," thought Alice, "and those twelve creatures,"(she was obliged to say "creatures," you see, because some of them wereanimals, and some were birds,) "I suppose they are the jurors." She saidthis last word two or three times over to herself, being rather proud ofit: for she thought, and rightly too, that very few little girls of herage knew the meaning of it at all. However, "jurymen" would have donejust as well.The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates. "What are theyall doing?" Alice whispered to the Gryphon. "They can't have anything toput down yet, before the trial's begun."[Illustration: _Who stole the tarts?_]"They're putting down their names," the Gryphon whispered in reply,"for fear they should forget them before the end of the trial.""Stupid things!" Alice began in a loud, indignant voice, but she stoppedhastily, for the White Rabbit cried out "Silence in the court!" and theKing put on his spectacles and looked anxiously round, to see who wastalking.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 nicemuddle their slates will be in before the trial's over!" thought Alice.One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This, of course, Alicecould _not_ stand, and she went round the court and got behind him, andvery soon found an opportunity of taking it away. She did it so quicklythat the poor little juror (it was Bill, the Lizard) could not make outat all what had become of it; so, after hunting all about for it, hewas obliged to write with one finger for the rest of the day; and thiswas of very little use, as it left no mark on the slate."Herald, read the accusation!" said the King.On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and thenunrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows: "The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All on a summer day: The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts, And took them quite away!""Consider your verdict," the King said to the jury."Not yet, not yet!" the Rabbit hastily interrupted. "There's a greatdeal to come before that!""Call the first witness," said the King; and the Rabbit blew threeblasts on the trumpet, and called out "First witness!"The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in one handand a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. "I beg pardon, yourMajesty," he began, "for bringing these in; but I hadn't quite finishedmy tea when I was sent for.""You ought to have finished," said the King. "When did you begin?"The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into thecourt, arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. "Fourteenth of March, I _think_ itwas," he said."Fifteenth," said the March Hare."Sixteenth," said the Dormouse."Write that down," the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly wrotedown all three dates on their slates, and then added them up, andreduced the answer to shillings and pence."Take off your hat," the King said to the Hatter."It isn't mine," said the Hatter."_Stolen!_" the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly madea memorandum of the fact."I keep them to sell," the Hatter added as an explanation: "I've none ofmy own. I'm a hatter."Here the Queen put on her spectacles, and began staring hard at theHatter, who turned pale and fidgeted."Give your evidence," said the King; "and don't be nervous, or I'll haveyou executed on the spot."This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he kept shifting fromone foot to the other, looking uneasily at the Queen, and in hisconfusion he bit a large piece out of his teacup instead of thebread-and-butter.Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation, which puzzledher a good deal until she made out what it was: she was beginning togrow larger again, and she thought at first she would get up and leavethe court; but on second thoughts she decided to remain where she was aslong as there was room for her."I wish you wouldn't squeeze so," said the Dormouse, who was sittingnext to her. "I can hardly breathe.""I can't help it," said Alice very meekly: "I'm growing.""You've no right to grow _here_," said the Dormouse."Don't talk nonsense," said Alice more boldly: "you know you're growingtoo.""Yes, but _I_ grow at a reasonable pace," said the Dormouse; "not inthat ridiculous fashion." And he got up very sulkily and crossed over tothe other side of the court.All this time the Queen had never left off staring at the Hatter, and,just as the Dormouse crossed the court, she said to one of the officersof the court, "Bring me the list of the singers in the last concert!" onwhich the wretched Hatter trembled so, that he shook off both his shoes."Give your evidence," the King repeated angrily, "or I'll have youexecuted, whether you're nervous or not.""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 thebread-and-butter getting so thin--and the twinkling of the tea----""The twinkling of _what_?" said the King."It _began_ with the tea," the Hatter replied."Of course twinkling _begins_ with a T!" said the King sharply. "Do youtake me for a dunce? Go on!""I'm a poor man," the Hatter went on, "and most things twinkled afterthat--only the March Hare said----""I didn't!" the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry."You did!" said the Hatter."I deny it!" said the March Hare."He denies it," said the King: "leave out that part.""Well, at any rate, the Dormouse said----" the Hatter went on, lookinganxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but the Dormouse deniednothing, being fast asleep."After that," continued the Hatter, "I cut some morebread-and-butter----""But what did the Dormouse say?" one of the jury asked."That I can't remember," said the Hatter."You _must_ remember," remarked the King, "or I'll have you executed."The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter, and wentdown on one knee. "I'm a poor man, your Majesty," he began."You're a _very_ poor _speaker_," said the King.Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered, and was immediately suppressed bythe officers of the court. (As that is rather a hard word, I will justexplain to you how it was done. They had a large canvas bag, which tiedup at the mouth with strings: into this they slipped the guinea-pig,head first, and then sat upon it.)"I'm glad I've seen that done," thought Alice. "I've so often read inthe newspapers, at the end of trials, 'There was some attempt atapplause, which was immediately suppressed by the officers of thecourt,' and I never understood what it meant till now.""If that's all you know about it, you may stand down," continued theKing."I can't go no lower," said the Hatter: "I'm on the floor, as it is.""Then you may _sit_ down," the King replied.Here the other guinea-pig cheered, and was suppressed."Come, that finishes the guinea-pigs!" thought Alice. "Now we shall geton better.""I'd rather finish my tea," said the Hatter, with an anxious look atthe Queen, who was reading the list of singers."You may go," said the King; and the Hatter hurriedly left the court,without even waiting to put his shoes on."--and just take his head off outside," the Queen added to one of theofficers; but the Hatter was out of sight before the officer could getto the door."Call the next witness!" said the King.The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the pepper-box inher hand, and Alice guessed who it was, even before she got into thecourt, by the way the people near the door began sneezing all at once."Give your evidence," said the King."Sha'n't," said the cook.The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said in a low voice,"Your Majesty must cross-examine _this_ witness.""Well, if I must, I must," the King said with a melancholy air, and,after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till his eyes werenearly out of sight, he said in a deep voice, "What are tarts made of?""Pepper, mostly," said the cook."Treacle," said a sleepy voice behind her."Collar that Dormouse," the Queen shrieked out. "Behead that Dormouse!Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch him! Off with hiswhiskers."For some minutes the whole court was in confusion, getting the Dormouseturned out, and, by the time they had settled down again, the cook haddisappeared.[Illustration]"Never mind!" said the King, with an air of great relief. "Call the nextwitness." And he added in an undertone to the Queen, "Really, my dear,_you_ must cross-examine the next witness. It quite makes my foreheadache!"Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list, feeling verycurious to see what the next witness would be like, "--for they haven'tgot much evidence _yet_," she said to herself. Imagine her surprise,when the White Rabbit read out, at the top of his shrill little voice,the name "Alice!"CHAPTER XII[Sidenote: _Alice's Evidence_]"HERE!" cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry ofthe moment how large she had grown in the last few minutes, and shejumped up in such a hurry that she tipped over the jury-box with theedge of her skirt, upsetting all the jurymen on to the heads of thecrowd below, and there they lay sprawling about, reminding her very muchof a globe of gold-fish she had accidentally upset the week before."Oh, I _beg_ your pardon!" she exclaimed in a tone of great dismay, andbegan picking them up again as quickly as she could, for the accident ofthe gold-fish kept running in her head, and she had a vague sort of ideathat they must be collected at once and put back into the jury-box, orthey would die."The trial cannot proceed," said the King in a very grave voice, "untilall the jurymen are back in their proper places--_all_," he repeatedwith great emphasis, looking hard at Alice as he said so.Alice looked at the jury-box, and saw that, in her haste, she had putthe Lizard in head downwards, and the poor little thing was waving itstail about in a melancholy way, being quite unable to move. She soon gotit out again, and put it right; "not that it signifies much," she saidto herself; "I should think it would be _quite_ as much use in the trialone way up as the other."As soon as the jury had a little recovered from the shock of beingupset, and their slates and pencils had been found and handed back tothem, they set to work very diligently to write out a history of theaccident, all except the Lizard, who seemed too much overcome to doanything but sit with its mouth open, gazing up into the roof of thecourt."What do you know about this business?" the King said to Alice."Nothing," said Alice."Nothing _whatever_?" persisted the King."Nothing whatever," said Alice."That's very important," the King said, turning to the jury. They werejust beginning to write this down on their slates, when the White Rabbitinterrupted: "_Un_important, your Majesty means, of course," he said ina very respectful tone, but frowning and making faces at him as hespoke."_Un_important, of course, I meant," the King hastily said, and went onhimself in an undertone,"important--unimportant--unimportant--important----"as if he were trying which word sounded best.Some of the jury wrote it down "important," and some "unimportant."Alice could see this, as she was near enough to look over their slates;"but it doesn't matter a bit," she thought to herself.At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily writing inhis note-book, called out "Silence!" and read out from his book, "RuleForty-two. _All persons more than a mile high to leave the court._"Everybody looked at Alice."_I'm_ not a mile high," said Alice."You are," said the King."Nearly two miles high," added the Queen."Well, I sha'n't go, at any rate," said Alice: "besides, that's not aregular rule: you invented it just now.""It's the oldest rule in the book," said the King."Then it ought to be Number One," said Alice.The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily. "Consider yourverdict," he said to the jury, in a low trembling voice."There's more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty," said the WhiteRabbit, jumping up in a great hurry: "this paper has just been pickedup.""What's in it?" said the Queen."I haven't opened it yet," said the White Rabbit, "but it seems to be aletter, written by the prisoner to--to somebody.""It must have been that," said the King, "unless it was written tonobody, which isn't usual, you know.""Who is it directed to?" said one of the jurymen."It isn't directed at all," said the White Rabbit; "in fact, there'snothing written on the _outside_." He unfolded the paper as he spoke,and added "It isn't a letter after all: it's a set of verses.""Are they in the prisoner's handwriting?" asked another of the jurymen."No, they're not," said the White Rabbit, "and that's the queerest thingabout it." (The jury all looked puzzled.)"He must have imitated somebody else's hand," said the King. (The juryall brightened up again.)"Please your Majesty," said the Knave, "I didn't write it, and theycan't prove that I did: there's no name signed at the end.""If you didn't sign it," said the King, "that only makes the matterworse. You _must_ have meant some mischief, or else you'd have signedyour name like an honest man."There was a general clapping of hands at this: it was the first reallyclever thing the King had said that day."That _proves_ his guilt, of course," said the Queen: "so, off with----""It doesn't prove anything of the sort!" said Alice. "Why, you don'teven know what they're about!""Read them," said the King.The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. "Where shall I begin, pleaseyour Majesty?" he asked."Begin at the beginning," the King said gravely, "and go on till youcome to the end; then stop."There was dead silence in the court, whilst the White Rabbit read outthese verses:-- "They told me you had been to her, And mentioned me to him: She gave me a good character, But said I could not swim. He sent them word I had not gone, (We know it to be true): If she should push the matter on, What would become of you? I gave her one, they gave him two, You gave us three or more; They all returned from him to you, Though they were mine before. If I or she should chance to be Involved in this affair, He trusts to you to set them free, Exactly as we were. My notion was that you had been (Before she had this fit) An obstacle that came between Him, and ourselves, and it. Don't let him know she liked them best, For this must ever be A secret, kept from all the rest, Between yourself and me.""That's the most important piece of evidence we've heard yet," said theKing, rubbing his hands; "so now let the jury----""If any of them can explain it," said Alice, (she had grown so large inthe 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 init."The jury all wrote down on their slates, "_She_ doesn't believe there'san atom of meaning in it," but none of them attempted to explain thepaper."If there's no meaning in it," said the King, "that saves a world oftrouble, you know, as we needn't try to find any. And yet I don'tknow," he went on, spreading out the verses on his knee, and looking atthem with one eye; "I seem to see some meaning in them after all.'----_said I could not swim_--' you can't swim can you?" he added,turning to the Knave.The Knave shook his head sadly. "Do I look like it?" he said. (Which hecertainly did _not_, being made entirely of cardboard.)"All right, so far," said the King, as he went on muttering over theverses to himself: "'_We know it to be true_--' that's the jury, ofcourse--'_If she should push the matter on_'--that must be theQueen--'_What would become of you?_'--What, indeed!--'_I gave her one,they gave him two_--' why, that must be what he did with the tarts, youknow----""But it goes on '_they all returned from him to you_,'" said Alice."Why, there they are!" said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tartson the table. "Nothing can be clearer than _that_. Then again--'_beforeshe had this fit_--' you never had _fits_, my dear, I think?" he said tothe Queen."Never!" said the Queen furiously, throwing an inkstand at the Lizardas she spoke. (The unfortunate little Bill had left off writing on hisslate with one finger, as he found it made no mark; but he now hastilybegan again, using the ink, that was trickling down his face, as long asit lasted.)"Then the words don't _fit_ you," said the King, looking round the courtwith a smile. There was a dead silence."It's a pun!" the King added in an angry tone, and everybody laughed."Let the jury consider their verdict," the King said, for about thetwentieth time that day."No, no!" said the Queen. "Sentence first--verdict afterwards.""Stuff and nonsense!" said Alice loudly. "The idea of having thesentence first!""Hold your tongue!" said the Queen, turning purple."I won't!" said Alice."Off with her head!" the Queen shouted at the top of her voice. Nobodymoved."Who cares for _you_?" said Alice (she had grown to her full size bythis time). "You're nothing but a pack of cards!"[Illustration: _At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and cameflying down upon her_]At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down uponher: she gave a little scream, half of fright and half of anger, andtried to beat them off, and found herself lying on the bank, with herhead in the lap of her sister, who was gently brushing away some deadleaves that had fluttered down from the trees upon her face."Wake up, Alice dear!" said her sister. "Why, what a long sleep you'vehad!""Oh, I've had such a curious dream!" said Alice, and she told hersister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventuresof hers that you have just been reading about; and when she hadfinished, her sister kissed her, and said "It _was_ a curious dream,dear, certainly: but now run in to your tea; it's getting late." SoAlice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran, as well she might,what a wonderful dream it had been.BUT her sister sat still just as she had left her, leaning her head,watching the setting sun, and thinking of little Alice and all herwonderful Adventures, till she too began dreaming after a fashion, andthis was her dream:First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the tinyhands were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were lookingup into hers--she could hear the very tones of her voice, and see thatqueer little toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that_would_ always get into her eyes--and still as she listened, or seemedto listen, the whole place around her became alive with the strangecreatures of her little sister's dream.The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried by--thefrightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool--shecould hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare and his friendsshared their never-ending meal, and the shrill voice of the Queenordering off her unfortunate guests to execution--once more the pig-babywas sneezing on the Duchess' knee, while plates and dishes crashedaround it--once more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of theLizard's slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs,filled the air, mixed up with the distant sobs of the miserable MockTurtle.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 todull reality--the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the poolrippling to the waving of the reeds--the rattling teacups would changeto the tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen's shrill cries to the voiceof the shepherd boy--and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of theGryphon, and all the other queer noises, would change (she knew) to theconfused clamour of the busy farm-yard--while the lowing of the cattlein the distance would take the place of the Mock Turtle's heavy sobs.Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of herswould, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she wouldkeep, through all her riper years, the simple and loving heart of herchildhood: and how she would gather about her other little children,and make _their_ eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhapseven with the dream of Wonderland of long ago: and how she would feelwith all their simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simplejoys, remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days.THE END ILLUSTRATIONS REPRODUCED BY HENTSCHEL COLOURTYPE TEXT PRINTED BY BALLANTYNE & COMPANY LTD AT THE BALLANTYNE PRESS TAVISTOCK STREET LONDON * * * * *Transcriber's Notes:Page 8, opening quote added to text (doorway; "and even if)Page 33, "she" changed to "she's" (And she's such a)Page 37, "quiet" changed to "quite" (I'm quite tired of)Page 41, colon changed to period (arm, yer honour.)Page 42, "wont" changed to "want" (want to stay)Page 66, closing quotation mark added (to-morrow----")Page 69, single quotation mark changed to double (cat," said theDuchess)Page 91, word "to" added to text (minute or two to)Page 103, word "as" added to the text (just as she had)Page 104, "hedge-hog" changed to "hedgehog" (send the hedgehog to)Page 126, end parenthesis added ("No, never")Page 153, added an apostrophe (What's in it?)End of Project Gutenberg's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Carroll*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND ******** This file should be named 28885-8.txt or 28885-8.zip *****This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: http://www.gutenberg.org/2/8/8/8/28885/Produced by Jana Srna, Emmy and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This file wasproduced from images generously made available by theUniversity of Florida Digital Collections.)Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editionswill be renamed.Creating the works from public domain print editions means that noone owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States withoutpermission and without paying copyright royalties. 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