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If you +are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the +country where you are located before using this eBook. +</div> +<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: Alice's Adventures Under Ground</div> +<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Lewis Carroll</div> +<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: August 7, 2006 [eBook #19002]<br /> +[Most recently updated: May 26, 2021]</div> +<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> +<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> +<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: Jason Isbell, Sankar Viswanathan, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team</div> +<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ALICE'S ADVENTURES UNDER GROUND ***</div> + +<h4>There are several editions of this ebook in the Project Gutenberg collection. Various characteristics of each ebook are listed to aid in selecting the preferred file.<br /> +Click on any of the filenumbers below to quickly view each ebook. +</h4> + + +<table summary="" style="margin-right: auto; margin-left: auto" cellpadding="4" border="3"> + +<tr><td> + <b><a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/19002/19002-h/19002-h.htm"> +19002</a> </b> </td><td>(Black and White illustrations) +</td></tr> + +<tr><td> + <b><a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/19033/19033-h/19033-h.htm"> +19033</a></b> </td><td>(Illustrations in Color and Black and White) +</td></tr> + +<tr><td> + <b><a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/files/28885/28885-h/28885-h.htm"> +28885</a></b></td><td>(Illustrations in Color and Black and White) +</td></tr> + +</table> + + <div class="tr f1"> + <p class="center"> + Transcriber's Note: + </p> + <p class="center"> + This e-book has been transcribed from a facsimile of the original + handwritten MS. of Lewis Carroll. Images of some of the pages is given + on line to give a feeling of the MS. to the reader. + </p> + <p> + <a href="#alice_1">An additional version with cursive fonts to imitate + the handwriting, is provided below for the benefit of the reader.</a> + </p> + </div> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 581px;"> + <img src="images/cover.jpg" width="581" height="1034" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_092.jpg" width="500" height="787" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <h1> + ALICE'S ADVENTURES<br /> UNDER GROUND + </h1> + <p> + + </p> + <h3> + <i>BEING A FACSIMILE OF THE</i><br /> <i>ORIGINAL MS. BOOK</i><br /> <i>AFTERWARDS + DEVELOPED INTO</i><br /> "<i>ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND</i>" + </h3> + <p> + + </p> + <p> + + </p> + <h3> + BY + </h3> + <p> + + </p> + <h2> + LEWIS CARROLL + </h2> + <p> + + </p> + <p> + + </p> + <h4> + <i>WITH THIRTY-SEVEN ILLUSTRATIONS<br /> BY THE AUTHOR</i> + </h4> + <p> + + </p> + <p> + + </p> + <h4> + <i>PRICE FOUR SHILLINGS</i> + </h4> + <p> + + </p> + <h3> + London + </h3> + <h3> + MACMILLAN AND CO. + </h3> + <h4> + AND NEW YORK + </h4> + <h3> + 1886 + </h3> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + <a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS. + </h2> + <table summary="Contents"> + <tr> + <td class="tocch f1"> + CHAPTER + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td class="tocpg f1"> + PAGE + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tocch"> + + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td class="tocpg"> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tocch"> + I. + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + <a href="#Chapter_I">DOWN THE RABBIT-HOLE. THE POOL OF TEARS</a> + </td> + <td class="tocpg"> + <a href="#Page_1">1</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tocch"> + II. + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + <a href="#Chapter_II">A LONG TALE. THE RABBIT SENDS IN A LITTLE BILL</a> + </td> + <td class="tocpg"> + <a href="#Page_24">24</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tocch"> + III. + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + <a href="#Chapter_III">ADVICE FROM A CATERPILLAR</a> + </td> + <td class="tocpg"> + <a href="#Page_46">46</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tocch"> + IV. + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + <a href="#Chapter_IV">THE QUEEN'S CROQUET-GROUND. THE MOCK TURTLE'S + STORY. THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE. WHO STOLE THE TARTS?</a> + </td> + <td class="tocpg"> + <a href="#Page_68">68</a> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_001.jpg" width="600" height="970" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="Chapter_I" id="Chapter_I"></a>Chapter I + </h2> + <p> + Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the + bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the + book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in + it, and where is the use of a book, thought Alice, without pictures or + conversations? So she was considering in her own mind, (as well as she + could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid,) whether the + pleasure of making a daisy-chain was worth the trouble of getting up and + picking the daisies, when a white rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing very remarkable in that, nor did Alice think it so very + much out of the way to hear the rabbit say to itself "dear, dear! I shall + be too late!" (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her + that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed + quite natural); but when the rabbit actually <span class="u">took a watch + out of its waistcoat-pocket</span>, looked at it, and then hurried on, + Alice started to her feet, for<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" + id="Page_2">[2]</a></span> it flashed across her mind that she had never + before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket or a watch to take out + of it, and, full of curiosity, she hurried across the field after it, and + was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. + In a moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the + world she was to get out again. + </p> + <p> + The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then + dipped suddenly down, so suddenly, that Alice had not a moment to think + about stopping herself, before she found herself falling down what seemed + a deep well. Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for + she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her, and to wonder + what would happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what + she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything: then, she looked + at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards + and book-shelves: here and there were maps and pictures hung on pegs. She + took a jar down off one of the shelves as she passed: it was labelled<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span> "Orange + Marmalade," but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like + to drop the jar, for fear of killing somebody underneath, so managed to + put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it. + </p> + <p> + "Well!" thought Alice to herself, "after such a fall as this, I shall + think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at + home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of + the house!" (which was most likely true.) + </p> + <p> + Down, down, down. Would the fall <span class="u">never</span> come to an + end? "I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?" she said aloud, + "I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: + that would be four thousand miles down, I think—" (for you see Alice + had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, + and though this was not a <span class="u">very</span> good opportunity of + showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to hear her, still it was + good practice to say it over,) "yes that's the right distance, but then + what Longitude or Latitude-line shall I be in?" (Alice had no idea<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span> what Longitude + was, or Latitude either, but she thought they were nice grand words to + say.) + </p> + <p> + Presently she began again: "I wonder if I shall fall right <span class="u">through</span> + the earth! How funny it'll be to come out among the people that walk with + their heads downwards! But I shall have to ask them what the name of the + country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?"—and + she tried to curtsey as she spoke (fancy <span class="u">curtseying</span> + as you're falling through the air! do you think you could manage it?) "and + what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never + do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere." + </p> + <p> + Down, down, down: there was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began + talking again. "Dinah will miss me very much tonight, I should think!" + (Dinah was the cat.) "I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at + tea-time! Oh, dear Dinah, I wish I had you here! There are no mice in the + air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, + you know, my dear. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?" And here Alice began + to get rather sleepy, and kept on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of + way "do cats eat bats? do cats eat bats?" and sometimes,<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span> "do bats eat + cats?" for, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much matter + which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun + to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and was saying to + her very earnestly, "Now, Dinah, my dear, tell me the truth. Did you ever + eat a bat?" when suddenly, bump! bump! down she came upon a heap of sticks + and shavings, and the fall was over. + </p> + <p> + Alice was not a bit hurt, and jumped on to her feet directly: she looked + up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and + the white rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a + moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and just heard it say, + as it turned a corner, "my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!" She + turned the corner after it, and instantly found herself in a long, low + hall, lit up by a row of lamps which hung from the roof. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_006.jpg" width="300" height="337" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked, and when + Alice had been all round it, and tried them all, she walked sadly down the + middle, wondering<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span> + how she was ever to get out again: suddenly she came upon a little + three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing lying upon + it, but a tiny golden key, and Alice's first idea was that it might belong + to one of the doors of the hall, but alas! either the locks were too + large, or the key too small, but at any rate it would open none of them. + However, on the second time round, she came to a low curtain, behind which + was a door about eighteen inches high: she tried the little key in the + keyhole, and it fitted! Alice opened the door, and looked down a small + passage, not larger than a rat-hole, into the loveliest garden you ever + saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among + those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not + even get her head through the doorway, "and even if my head would go + through," thought poor Alice, "it would be very little use <span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>without my + shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I + could, if I only knew how to begin." For, you see, so many out-of-the-way + things had happened lately, that Alice began to think very few things + indeed were really impossible. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing else to do, so she went back to the table, half hoping + she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for + shutting up people like telescopes: this time there was a little bottle on + it—"which certainly was not there before" said Alice—and tied + round the neck of the bottle was a paper label with the words <b>DRINK ME</b> + beautifully printed on it in large letters. + </p> + <p> + It was all very well to say "drink me," "but I'll look first," said the + wise little Alice, "and see whether the bottle's marked "poison" or not," + for Alice had read several nice little stories about children that got + burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts, and other unpleasant things, because + they <span class="u">would</span> not remember the simple rules their + friends had given them, such as, that, if you get into the fire, it will + burn you, and that, if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife, it + generally bleeds, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span> + she had never forgotten that, if you drink a bottle marked "poison," it is + almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later. + </p> + <p> + However, this bottle was <span class="u">not</span> marked poison, so + Alice tasted it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of + mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffy, + and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off. + </p> + <hr style="width: 45%;" /> + <p> + "What a curious feeling!" said Alice, "I must be shutting up like a + telescope." + </p> + <p> + It was so indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face + brightened up as it occurred to her that she was now the right size for + going through the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, she + waited for a few minutes to see whether she was going to shrink any + further: she felt a little nervous about this, "for it might end, you + know," said Alice to herself, "in my going out altogether, like a candle, + and what should I be like then, I wonder?" and she tried to fancy what the + flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out,<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span> for she could + not remember having ever seen one. However, nothing more happened so she + decided on going into the garden at once, but, alas for poor Alice! when + she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, + and when she went back to the table for the key, she found she could not + possibly reach it: she could see it plainly enough through the glass, and + she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was + too slippery, and when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor + little thing sat down and cried. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_009.jpg" width="300" height="264" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + "Come! there's no use in crying!" said Alice to herself rather sharply, "I + advise you to leave off this minute!" (she generally gave herself very + good advice, and sometimes scolded herself so severely as to bring tears + into her eyes, and once she remembered boxing her own ears for having been + unkind to herself<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> + in a game of croquet she was playing with 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!" + </p> + <p> + Soon her eyes fell on a little ebony box lying under the table: she opened + it, and found in it a very small cake, on which was lying a card with the + words <b>EAT ME</b> beautifully printed on it in large letters. "I'll + eat," said Alice, "and if it makes me larger, I can reach the key, and if + it makes me smaller, I can creep under the door, so either way I'll get + into the garden, and I don't care which happens!" + </p> + <p> + She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself "which way? which + way?" and laid her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was + growing, and was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: + to be sure this is what generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice + had got into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the way things to + happen, and it seemed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> + quite dull and stupid for things to go on in the common way. + </p> + <p> + So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake. + </p> + <hr style="width: 45%;" /> + <p> + "Curiouser and curiouser!" cried Alice, (she was so surprised that she + quite forgot how to speak good English,) "now I'm opening out like the + largest telescope that ever was! Goodbye, feet!" (for when she looked down + at her feet, they seemed almost out of sight, they were getting so far + off,) "oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and + stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure I can't! I shall be a great deal + too far off to bother myself about you: you must manage the best way you + can—but I must be kind to them," thought Alice, "or perhaps they + won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of + boots every Christmas." + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;"> + <img src="images/image_011.jpg" width="150" height="954" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> "they must + go by the carrier," she thought, "and how funny it'll seem, sending + presents to one's own feet! <br /> And how odd the directions will look! <b>ALICE'S + RIGHT FOOT, ESQ.</b><br /> <span style="margin-left:21em"><b>THE CARPET,</b></span><br /> + <span style="margin-left:22em"><b>with ALICE'S LOVE</b></span><br /> + </p> + <p> + oh dear! what nonsense I am talking!" + </p> + <p> + Just at this moment, her head struck against the roof of the hall: in + fact, she was now rather more than nine feet high, and she at once took up + the little golden key, and hurried off to the garden door. + </p> + <p> + Poor Alice! it was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to + look through into the garden with one eye, but to get through was more + hopeless than ever: she sat down and cried again. + </p> + <p> + "You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said Alice, "a great girl like + you," (she might well say this,) "to cry in this way! Stop this instant, I + tell you!" But she cried on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, until + there was a large pool, about four inches deep, all round her, and + reaching half way across the hall. After a time, she heard a little + pattering of feet in the distance, and<span class="pagenum"><a + name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> dried her eyes to see what was + coming. It was the white rabbit coming back again, splendidly dressed, + with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand, and a nosegay in the other. + Alice was ready to ask help of any one, she felt so desperate, and as the + rabbit passed her, she said, in a low, timid voice, "If you please, Sir—" + the rabbit started violently, looked up once into the roof of the hall, + from which the voice seemed to come, and then dropped the nosegay and the + white kid gloves, and skurried away into the darkness, as hard as it could + go. + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_013.jpg" width="300" height="280" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + Alice took up the nosegay and gloves, and found the nosegay so delicious + that she kept smelling at it all the time she went on talking to herself—"dear, + dear! how queer everything is today! and yesterday everything happened + just as usual: I wonder if I was changed in the night? Let me think: was I + the same when I got up this morning? I think I remember<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> feeling + rather different. But if I'm not the same, who in the world am I? Ah, + that's the great puzzle!" And she began thinking over all the children she + knew of the same age as herself, to see if she could have been changed for + any of them. + </p> + <p> + "I'm sure I'm not Gertrude," she said, "for her hair goes in such long + ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all—and I'm sure I + ca'n't be Florence, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows + such a very little! Besides, she's she, and I'm I, and—oh dear! how + puzzling it 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 fourteen—oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at + this rate! But the Multiplication Table don't signify—let's try + Geography. London is the capital of France, and Rome is the capital of + Yorkshire, and Paris—oh dear! dear! <span class="u">that's</span> + all wrong, I'm certain! I must have been changed for Florence! I'll try + and say "How doth the little,"" and she crossed her hands on her<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span> lap, and + began, but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not + sound the same as they used to do: + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"How doth the little crocodile<br /></span> <span + class="i2">Improve its shining tail,<br /></span> <span class="i0">And + pour the waters of the Nile<br /></span> <span class="i2">On every golden + scale!<br /></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"How cheerfully it seems to grin!<br /></span> <span + class="i2">How neatly spreads its claws!<br /></span> <span class="i0">And + welcomes little fishes in<br /></span> <span class="i2">With + gently-smiling jaws!"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p> + "I'm sure those are not the right words," said poor Alice, and her eyes + filled with tears as she thought "I must be Florence after all, and I + shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next to no + toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No! I've made up + my mind about it: if I'm Florence, I'll stay down here! It'll be no use + their putting their heads down and saying 'come <span class="pagenum"><a + name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>up, dear!' I shall only look up + and say 'who am I then? answer me that first, and then, if I like being + that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody + else—but, oh dear!" cried Alice with a sudden burst of tears, "I do + wish they <span class="u">would</span> put their heads down! I am so tired + of being all alone here!" + </p> + <p> + As she said this, she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to find + she had put on one of the rabbit's little gloves while she was talking. + "How <span class="u">can</span> I have done that?" thought she, "I must be + growing small again." She got up and went to the table to measure herself + by it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess, she was now about two + feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: soon she found out that the + reason of it was the nosegay she held in her hand: she dropped it hastily, + just in time to save herself from shrinking away altogether, and found + that she was now only three inches high. + </p> + <p> + "Now for the garden!" cried Alice,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" + id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> as she hurried back to the little door, but + the little door was locked again, and the little gold key was lying on the + glass table as before, and "things are worse than ever!" thought the poor + little girl, "for I never was as small as this before, never! And I + declare it's too bad, it is!" + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_017.jpg" width="300" height="225" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + At this moment her foot slipped, and splash! she was up to her chin in + salt water. Her first idea was that she had fallen into the sea: then she + remembered that she was under ground, and she soon made out that it was + the pool of tears she had wept when she was nine feet high. "I wish I + hadn't cried so much!" said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her + way out, "I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in + my own tears! Well! that'll<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" + id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> be a queer thing, to be sure! However, every + thing is queer today." Very soon she saw something splashing about in the + pool near her: at first she thought it must be a walrus or a hippopotamus, + but then she remembered how small she was herself, and soon made out that + it was only a mouse, that had slipped in like herself. + </p> + <p> + "Would it be any use, now," thought Alice, "to speak to this mouse? The + rabbit is something quite out-of-the-way, no doubt, and so have I been, + ever since I came down here, but that is no reason why the mouse should + not be able to talk. I think I may as well try." + </p> + <p> + So she began: "oh Mouse, do you know how to get out of this pool? I am + very tired of swimming about here, oh Mouse!" The mouse looked at her + rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little + eyes, but it said nothing. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_019.jpg" width="600" height="318" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + "Perhaps it doesn't understand English," thought Alice; "I daresay it's a + French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror!" (for,<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>with all her + knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything + had happened,) so she began again: "où est ma chatte?" which was + the first sentence out of her French lesson-book. The mouse gave a sudden + jump in the pool, and seemed to quiver with fright: "oh, I beg your + pardon!" cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's + feelings, "I quite forgot you didn't like cats!" + </p> + <p> + "Not like cats!" cried the mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice, "would + <span class="u">you</span> like cats if you were me?" + </p> + <p> + "Well, perhaps not," said Alice in a soothing tone, "don't be angry about + it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd take a + fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear quiet thing," + said Alice, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the pool, "she + sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face: + and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse, and she's such a capital one + for catching mice—oh! I beg your pardon!" cried poor Alice<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span> again, for + this time the mouse was bristling all over, and she felt certain that it + was really offended, "have I offended you?" + </p> + <p> + "Offended indeed!" cried the mouse, who seemed to be positively trembling + with rage, "our family always <span class="u">hated</span> cats! Nasty, + low, vulgar things! Don't talk to me about them any more!" + </p> + <p> + "I won't indeed!" said Alice, in a great hurry to change the conversation, + "are you—are you—fond of—dogs?" The mouse did not + answer, so Alice went on eagerly: "there is such a nice little dog near + our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you + know, with oh! such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you + throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of + things—I ca'n't remember half of them—and it belongs to a + farmer, and he says it kills all the rats and—oh dear!" said Alice + sadly, "I'm afraid I've offended it again!" for the mouse was swimming + away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the + pool as it went.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + So she called softly after it: "mouse dear! Do come back again, and we + won't talk about cats and dogs any more, if you don't like them!" When the + mouse heard this, it turned and swam slowly back to her: its face was + quite pale, (with passion, Alice thought,) and it said in a trembling low + voice "let's get to the shore, and then I'll tell you my history, and + you'll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs." + </p> + <p> + It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite full of birds and + animals that had fallen into it. There was a Duck and a Dodo, a Lory and + an Eaglet, and several other curious creatures. Alice led the way, and the + whole party swam to the shore. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_023.jpg" width="600" height="310" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_024.jpg" width="600" height="940" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="Chapter_II" id="Chapter_II"></a>Chapter II + </h2> + <p> + They were indeed a curious looking party that assembled on the bank—the + birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur clinging close to + them—all dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable. The first question + of course was, how to get dry: they had a consultation about this, and + Alice hardly felt at all surprised at finding herself talking familiarly + with the birds, as if she had known them all her life. Indeed, she had + quite a long argument with the Lory, who at last turned sulky, and would + only say "I am older than you, and must know best," and this Alice would + not admit without knowing how old the Lory was, and as the Lory positively + refused to tell its age, there was nothing more to be said.<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + At last the mouse, who seemed to have some authority among them, called + out "sit down, all of you, and attend to me! I'll soon make you dry + enough!" They all sat down at once, shivering, in a large ring, Alice in + the middle, with her eyes anxiously fixed on the mouse, for she felt sure + she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon. + </p> + <p> + "Ahem!" said the mouse, with a self-important air, "are you all ready? + This is the driest thing I know. Silence all round, if you please! + </p> + <p> + "William the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the pope, was soon + submitted to by the English, who wanted leaders, and had been of late much + accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the earls of + Mercia and Northumbria—" + </p> + <p> + "Ugh!" said the Lory with a shiver. + </p> + <p> + "I beg your pardon?" said the mouse, frowning, but very politely, "did you + speak?" + </p> + <p> + "Not I!" said the Lory hastily. + </p> + <p> + "I thought you did," said the mouse, "I proceed. Edwin and Morcar, the + earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him;<span class="pagenum"><a + name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span> and even Stigand, the + patriotic archbishop of Canterbury, found it advisable to go with Edgar + Atheling to meet William and offer him the crown. William's conduct was at + first moderate—how are you getting on now, dear?" said the mouse, + turning to Alice as it spoke. + </p> + <p> + "As wet as ever," said poor Alice, "it doesn't seem to dry me at all." + </p> + <p> + "In that case," said the Dodo solemnly, rising to his feet, "I move that + the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more energetic remedies—" + </p> + <p> + "Speak English!" said the Duck, "I don't know the meaning of half those + long words, and what's more, I don't believe you do either!" And the Duck + quacked a comfortable laugh to itself. Some of the other birds tittered + audibly. + </p> + <p> + "I only meant to say," said the Dodo in a rather offended tone, "that I + know of a house near here, where we could get the young lady and the rest + of the party dried, and then we could listen comfortably to the story + which I think you were good enough to promise to tell us," bowing gravely + to the mouse.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + The mouse made no objection to this, and the whole party moved along the + river bank, (for the pool had by this time began to flow out of the hall, + and the edge of it was fringed with rushes and forget-me-nots,) in a slow + procession, the Dodo leading the way. After a time the Dodo became + impatient, and, leaving the Duck to bring up the rest of the party, moved + on at a quicker pace with Alice, the Lory, and the Eaglet, and soon + brought them to a little cottage, and there they sat snugly by the fire, + wrapped up in blankets, until the rest of the party had arrived, and they + were all dry again. + </p> + <p> + Then they all sat down again in a large ring on the bank, and begged the + mouse to begin his story. + </p> + <p> + "Mine is a long and a sad tale!" said the mouse, turning to Alice, and + sighing. + </p> + <p> + "It <span class="u">is</span> a long tail, certainly," said Alice, looking + down with wonder at the mouse's tail, which was coiled nearly all round + the party, "but why do you call it sad?" and she went on puzzling about + this as the mouse went on speaking, so that her idea of the tale was + something like this:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_028.jpg" width="500" height="807" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + We lived beneath the mat<br /> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Warm and + snug and fat</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">But one woe, + & that</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Was the <span + class="u">cat</span>!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">To + our joys</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">a clog, In</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">our eyes a</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 11.5em;">fog, On our</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 9em;">hearts a log</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 7em;"><span class="u">Was</span> the dog!</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">When the</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 3.5em;">cat's away,</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Then</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 1.5em;">the mice</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 1.5em;">will</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 2.5em;">play,</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 3.5em;">But, alas!</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 4.5em;">one day, (<span class="u">So</span> they say)</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Came the dog and</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 12em;">cat, Hunting</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 16em;">for a</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 17em;">rat,</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Crushed</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 13em;">the mice</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 11em;">all flat;</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 11em;">Each</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 10.5em;">one</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 10.5em;">as</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 10.5em;">he</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 10.5em;">sat.</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 11.5em;">U</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 12em;">n</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 12.5em;">d</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 13em;">e</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">r</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 14em;">n</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 14.5em;">e</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 15em;">a</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 15.5em;">t</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 16em;">h</span><br /> <br /> <span + style="margin-left: 16em;">t</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 16em;">h</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 16em;">e</span><br /> <br /> <span + style="margin-left: 15em;">m</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 14.5em;">a</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 14em;">t</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 13.5em;">,</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 8.5em;">m r a W</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 5.5em;">g u n s &</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 3.5em;">t a f &</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 1.5em;">T h i n k? </span><br /> o f t h a t! <br /> + </p> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "You are not attending!" said the mouse to Alice severely, "what are you + thinking of?" + </p> + <p> + "I beg your pardon," said Alice very humbly, "you had got to the fifth + bend, I think?" + </p> + <p> + "I had not!" cried the mouse, sharply and very angrily. + </p> + <p> + "A knot!" said Alice, always ready to make herself useful, and looking + anxiously about her, "oh, do let me help to undo it!" + </p> + <p> + "I shall do nothing of the sort!" said the mouse, getting up and walking + away from the party, "you insult me by talking such nonsense!" + </p> + <p> + "I didn't mean it!" pleaded poor Alice, "but you're so easily offended, + you know." + </p> + <p> + The mouse only growled in reply. + </p> + <p> + "Please come back and finish your story!" Alice called after it, and the + others all joined in chorus "yes, please do!" but the mouse only shook its + ears, and walked quickly away, and was soon out of sight. + </p> + <p> + "What a pity it wouldn't stay!" sighed the Lory, and an old Crab took the + opportunity of saying to its daughter "Ah, my dear!<span class="pagenum"><a + name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> let this be a lesson to you + never to lose <span class="u">your</span> temper!" "Hold your tongue, Ma!" + said the young Crab, a little snappishly, "you're enough to try the + patience of an oyster!" + </p> + <p> + "I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!" said Alice aloud, addressing + no one in particular, "she'd soon fetch it back!" + </p> + <p> + "And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question?" said the Lory. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_031.jpg" width="600" height="306" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + Alice replied eagerly, for she was always ready to talk about her pet, + "Dinah's our cat. And she's such a capital one for catching mice, you + can't think! And oh! I wish you could see her after the birds! Why, she'll + eat a little bird as soon as look at it!" + </p> + <p> + This answer caused a remarkable sensation among the party: some of the + birds hurried off at once; one old magpie began wrapping itself up very + carefully, remarking "I really must be getting home: the night air does + not suit my throat," and a canary called out in a trembling voice to its + children "come away from her, my dears, she's no fit company for you!" On + various pretexts, they all moved off, and Alice was soon left alone. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_033.jpg" width="300" height="277" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + She sat for some while sorrowful and silent, but she was not long before + she recovered her spirits, and began talking to herself again as usual: "I + do wish some of them had stayed a little longer! and I was getting to be + such friends with them—really the Lory and I were almost like + sisters! and so was that dear little Eaglet! And then the Duck and the + Dodo! How nicely the Duck sang to us as we came along through the water: + and if the Dodo hadn't known the way to that nice little cottage, I don't + know when we should have got dry again—" and there is no knowing how + long she might have prattled on in this way, if she had not suddenly + caught the sound of pattering feet. + </p> + <p> + It was the white rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiously + about it as it went, as if it had lost something, and she heard it + muttering to itself "the Marchioness! the Marchioness! oh my dear paws! oh + my fur and whiskers! She'll have me executed, as sure as ferrets<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span> are + ferrets! Where <span class="u">can</span> I have dropped them, I wonder?" + Alice guessed in a moment that it was looking for the nosegay and the pair + of white kid gloves, and she began hunting for them, but they were now + nowhere to be seen—everything seemed to have changed since her swim + in the pool, and her walk along the river-bank with its fringe of rushes + and forget-me-nots, and the glass table and the little door had vanished. + </p> + <p> + Soon the rabbit noticed Alice, as she stood looking curiously about her, + and at once said in a quick angry tone, "why, Mary Ann! what <span + class="u">are</span> you doing out here? Go home this moment, and look on + my dressing-table for my gloves and nosegay, and fetch them here, as quick + as you can run, do you hear?" and Alice was so much frightened that she + ran off at once, without<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" + id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> saying a word, in the direction which the + rabbit had pointed out. + </p> + <p> + She soon found herself in front of a neat little house, on the door of + which was a bright brass plate with the name <b>W. RABBIT, ESQ.</b> She + went in, and hurried upstairs, for fear she should meet the real Mary Ann + and be turned out of the house before she had found the gloves: she knew + that one pair had been lost in the hall, "but of course," thought Alice, + "it has plenty more of them in its house. How queer it seems to be going + messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah'll be sending me messages next!" + And she began fancying the sort of things that would happen: "Miss Alice! + come here directly and get ready for your walk!" "Coming in a minute, + nurse! but I've got to watch this mousehole till Dinah comes back, and see + that the mouse doesn't get out—" "only I don't think," Alice went + on, "that they'd let Dinah stop in the house, if it began ordering people + about like that!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span> + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_035.jpg" width="300" height="306" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room, with a table + in the window on which was a looking-glass and, (as Alice had hoped,) two + or three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: she took up a pair of gloves, and + was just going to leave the room, when her eye fell upon a little bottle + that stood near the looking-glass: there was no label on it this time with + the words "drink me," but nonetheless she uncorked it and put it to her + lips: "I know something interesting is sure to happen," she said to + herself, "whenever I eat or drink anything, so I'll see what this bottle + does. I do hope it'll make me grow larger, for I'm quite tired of being + such a tiny little thing!" + </p> + <p> + It did so indeed, and much sooner<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" + id="Page_36">[36]</a></span> than she expected: before she had drunk half + the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and she + stooped to save her neck from being broken, and hastily put down the + bottle, saying to herself "that's quite enough—I hope I sha'n't grow + any more—I wish I hadn't drunk so much!" + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_036.jpg" width="300" height="317" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + Alas! it was too late: she went on growing and growing, and very soon had + to kneel down: in another minute there was not room even for this, and she + tried the effect of lying down, with one elbow against the door, and the + other arm curled round her head. Still she went on growing, and as a last + resource she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the chimney, + and said to herself "now I can do no more—what <span class="u">will</span> + become of me?" + </p> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, + and she grew no larger; still it was very uncomfortable, and as there + seemed to be no sort of chance of ever getting out of the room again, no + wonder she felt unhappy. "It was much pleasanter at home," thought poor + Alice, "when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being + ordered about by mice and rabbits—I almost wish I hadn't gone down + that rabbit-hole, and yet, and yet—it's rather curious, you know, + this sort of life. I do wonder what <span class="u">can</span> have + happened to me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that sort of + thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There out to + be a book written about me, that there ought! and when I grow up I'll + write one—but I'm grown up now" said she in a sorrowful tone, "at + least there's no room to grow up any more <span class="u">here</span>." + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_037.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" height="322" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + "But then," thought Alice, "shall I <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" + id="Page_39">[39]</a></span><span class="u">never</span> get any older + than I am now? That'll be a comfort, one way—never to be an old + woman—but then—always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I + shouldn't like <span class="u">that</span>!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, you foolish Alice!" she said again, "how can you learn lessons in + here? Why, there's hardly room for you, and no room at all for any + lesson-books!" + </p> + <p> + And so she went on, taking first one side, and then the other, and making + quite a conversation of it altogether, but after a few minutes she heard a + voice outside, which made her stop to listen. + </p> + <p> + "Mary Ann! Mary Ann!" said the voice, "fetch me my gloves this moment!" + Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs: Alice knew it was the + rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook the house, + quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large as the + rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it. Presently the rabbit came to + the door, and tried to open it, but as it opened inwards, and Alice's + elbow was against it, the attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> say to + itself "then I'll go round and get in at the window." + </p> + <p> + "<span class="u">That</span> you wo'n't!" thought Alice, and, after + waiting till she fancied she heard the rabbit, just under the window, she + suddenly spread out her hand, and made a snatch in the air. She did not + get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall and a crash + of breaking glass, from which she concluded that it was just possible it + had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_040.jpg" width="300" height="319" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + Next came an angry voice—the rabbit's—"Pat, Pat! where are + you?" And then a voice she had never heard before, "shure then I'm here! + digging for apples, anyway, yer honour!" + </p> + <p> + "Digging for apples indeed!" said the rabbit angrily, "here, come and help + me<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span> out + of <span class="u">this</span>!"—Sound of more breaking glass. + </p> + <p> + "Now, tell me, Pat, what is that coming out of the window?" + </p> + <p> + "Shure it's an arm, yer honour!" (He pronounced it "arrum".) + </p> + <p> + "An arm, you goose! Who ever saw an arm that size? Why, it fills the whole + window, don't you see?" + </p> + <p> + "Shure, it does, yer honour, but it's an arm for all that." + </p> + <p> + "Well, it's no business there: go and take it away!" + </p> + <p> + There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers + now and then, such as "shure I don't like it, yer honour, at all at all!" + "do as I tell you, you coward!" and at last she spread out her hand again + and made another snatch in the air. This time there were <span class="u">two</span> + little shrieks, and more breaking glass—"what a number of + cucumber-frames there must be!" thought Alice, "I wonder what they'll do + next! As for pulling me out of the window, I only wish they <span class="u">could</span>! + I'm sure <span class="u">I</span> don't want to stop in here any longer!" + </p> + <p> + She waited for some time without<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" + id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> hearing anything more: at last came a + rumbling of little cart-wheels, and the sound of a good many voices all + talking together: she made out the words "where's the other ladder?—why, + I hadn't to bring but one, Bill's got the other—here, put 'em up at + this corner—no, tie 'em together first—they don't reach high + enough yet—oh, they'll do well enough, don't be particular—here, + Bill! catch hold of this rope—will the roof bear?—mind that + loose slate—oh, it's coming down! heads below!—" (a loud + crash) "now, who did that?—it was Bill, I fancy—who's to go + down the chimney?—nay, <span class="u">I</span> sha'n't! <span + class="u">you</span> do it!—<span class="u">that</span> I won't then—Bill's + got to go down—here, Bill! the master says you've to go down the + chimney!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, so Bill's got to come down the chimney, has he?" said Alice to + herself, "why, they seem to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn't be in + Bill's place for a good deal: the fireplace is a pretty tight one, but I + <span class="u">think</span> I can kick a little!" + </p> + <p> + She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited till + she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> + heard a little animal (she couldn't guess what sort it was) scratching and + scrambling in the chimney close above her: then, saying to herself "this + is Bill," she gave one sharp kick, and waited again to see what would + happen next. + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_043.jpg" width="300" height="325" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + The first thing was a general chorus of "there goes Bill!" then the + rabbit's voice alone "catch him, you by the hedge!" then silence, and then + another confusion of voices, "how was it, old fellow? what happened to + you? tell us all about it." + </p> + <p> + Last came a little feeble squeaking voice, ("that's Bill" thought Alice,) + which said "well, I hardly know—I'm all of a fluster myself—something + comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and the next minute up I goes like a + rocket!" "And so you did, old fellow!" said the other voices.<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "We must burn the house down!" said the voice of the rabbit, and Alice + called out as loud as she could "if you do, I'll set Dinah at you!" This + caused silence again, and while Alice was thinking "but how can I get + Dinah here?" she found to her great delight that she was getting smaller: + very soon she was able to get up out of the uncomfortable position in + which she had been lying, and in two or three minutes more she was once + more three inches high. + </p> + <p> + She ran out of the house as quick as she could, and found quite a crowd of + little animals waiting outside—guinea-pigs, white mice, squirrels, + and "Bill" a little green lizard, that was being supported in the arms of + one of the guinea-pigs, while another was giving it something out of a + bottle. They all made a rush at her the moment she appeared, but Alice ran + her hardest, and soon found herself in a thick wood. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_045.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" height="316" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_046.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" height="937" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="Chapter_III" id="Chapter_III"></a>Chapter III + </h2> + <p> + "The first thing I've got to do," said Alice to herself, as she wandered + about in the wood, "is to grow to my right size, and the second thing is + to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best + plan." + </p> + <p> + It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply + arranged: the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how + to set about it, and while she was peering anxiously among the trees round + her, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a great + hurry. + </p> + <p> + An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and + feebly stretching out one paw, trying to reach her: "poor thing!" said + Alice in a coaxing tone,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" + id="Page_47">[47]</a></span> and she tried hard to whistle to it, but she + was terribly alarmed all the while at the thought that it might be hungry, + in which case it would probably devour her in spite of all her coaxing. + Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held + it out to the puppy: whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its + feet at once, and with a yelp of delight 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 at the other + side, the puppy made another dart at the stick, and tumbled head over + heels in its hurry to get hold: then Alice, thinking it was very like + having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be + trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again: then the puppy begin + a series of short charges at the stick, running a very little way forwards + each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at + last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of + its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.<span class="pagenum"><a + name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape. She set off + at once, and ran till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the + distance, and till she was quite tired and out of breath. + </p> + <p> + "And yet what a dear little puppy it was!" said Alice, as she leant + against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with her hat. "I + should have liked teaching it tricks, if—if I'd only been the right + size to do it! Oh! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! + Let me see; how <i>is</i> it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or + drink something or other, but the great question is what?" + </p> + <p> + The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her at the + flowers and the blades of grass but could not see anything that looked + like the right thing to eat under the circumstances. There was a large + mushroom near her, about the same height as herself, and when she had + looked under it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to + her to look and see what was on the top of it. + </p> + <p> + She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the + mushroom,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> + and her eyes immediately met those of a large blue caterpillar, which was + sitting with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking + not the least notice of her or of anything else. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_049.jpg" width="300" height="356" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + For some time they looked at each other in silence: at last the + caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and languidly addressed her. + </p> + <p> + "Who are you?" said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p> + This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation: Alice replied + rather shyly, "I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at least + I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been + changed several times since that." + </p> + <p> + "What do you mean by that?" said the caterpillar, "explain yourself!" + </p> + <p> + "I ca'n't explain <span class="u">myself</span>, I'm afraid, sir,"<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span> said Alice, + "because I'm not myself, you see." + </p> + <p> + "I don't see," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p> + "I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly," Alice replied very politely, + "for I ca'n't understand it myself, and really to be so many different + sizes in one day is very confusing." + </p> + <p> + "It isn't," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p> + "Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet," said Alice, "but when you + have to turn into a chrysalis, you know, and then after that into a + butterfly, I should think it'll feel a little queer, don't you think so?" + </p> + <p> + "Not a bit," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p> + "All I know is," said Alice, "it would feel queer to <span class="u">me</span>." + </p> + <p> + "<span class="u">You</span>!" said the caterpillar contemptuously, "who + are you?" + </p> + <p> + Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation: Alice + felt a little irritated at the caterpillar making such very short remarks, + and she drew herself up and said very gravely "I think you ought to tell + me who <span class="u">you</span> are, first." + </p> + <p> + "Why?" said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p> + Here was another puzzling question:<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" + id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> and as Alice had no reason ready, and the + caterpillar seemed to be in a very bad temper, she turned round and walked + away. + </p> + <p> + "Come back!" the caterpillar called after her, "I've something important + to say!" + </p> + <p> + This sounded promising: Alice turned and came back again. + </p> + <p> + "Keep your temper," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p> + "Is that all?" said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could. + </p> + <p> + "No," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p> + Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and + perhaps after all the caterpillar might tell her something worth hearing. + For some minutes it puffed away at its hookah without speaking, but at + last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and + said "so you think you're changed, do you?" + </p> + <p> + "Yes, sir," said Alice, "I ca'n't remember the things I used to know—I've + tried to say "How doth the little busy bee" and it came all different!" + </p> + <p> + "Try and repeat "You are old, father William"," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p> + Alice folded her hands, and began: + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_052.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" height="333" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="center"> + 1. + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"You are old, father William," the young man said,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">"And your hair is exceedingly white:<br /></span> <span + class="i0">And yet you incessantly stand on your head—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Do you think, at your age, it is right?"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="center"> + 2. + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"In my youth," father William replied to his son,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">"I feared it <span class="u">might</span> injure the + brain<br /></span> <span class="i0">But now that I'm perfectly sure I + have none,<br /></span> <span class="i2">Why, I do it again and again."<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_054.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" height="344" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="center"> + 3. + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">And have grown most uncommonly fat:<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Pray what is the reason of that?"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="center"> + 4. + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his gray + locks,<br /></span> <span class="i2">"I kept all my limbs very supple,<br /></span> + <span class="i0">By the use of this ointment, five shillings the box—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Allow me to sell you a couple."<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_056.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" height="337" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="center"> + 5. + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too + weak<br /></span> <span class="i2">For anything tougher than suet:<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Yet you eat all the goose, with the bones and the beak—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Pray, how did you manage to do it?"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="center"> + 6. + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"In my youth," said the old man, "I took to the law,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">And argued each case with my wife,<br /></span> <span + class="i0">And <span class="u">the muscular strength</span>, <span + class="u">which it gave to my jaw</span>,<br /></span> <span class="i2">Has + lasted the rest of my life."<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_058.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" height="330" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="center"> + 7. + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"You are old," said the youth; "one would hardly + suppose<br /></span> <span class="i2">That your eye was as steady as + ever:<br /></span> <span class="i0">Yet you balanced an eel on the end of + your nose—<br /></span> <span class="i2">What made you so <span + class="u">awfully</span> clever?"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="center"> + 8. + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Said his father, "don't give yourself airs!<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "That is not said right," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p> + "Not quite right, I'm afraid," said Alice timidly, "some of the words have + got altered." + </p> + <p> + "It is wrong from beginning to end," said the caterpillar decidedly, and + there was silence for some minutes: the caterpillar was the first to + speak. + </p> + <p> + "What size do you want to be?" it asked. + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I'm not particular as to size," Alice hastily replied, "only one + doesn't like changing so often, you know." + </p> + <p> + "Are you content now?" said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p> + "Well, I should like to be a <span class="u">little</span> larger, sir, if + you wouldn't mind," said Alice, "three inches is such a wretched height to + be." + </p> + <p> + "It is a very good height indeed!" said the caterpillar loudly and + angrily, rearing itself straight up as it spoke (it was exactly three + inches high). + </p> + <p> + "But I'm not used to it!" pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone, and she + thought to herself "I wish the creatures wouldn't be so easily offended!" + </p> + <p> + "You'll get used to it in time," said the caterpillar, and it put the + hookah into its mouth, and began smoking again.<span class="pagenum"><a + name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + This time Alice waited quietly until it chose to speak again: in a few + minutes the caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and got down off + the mushroom, and crawled away into the grass, merely remarking as it + went; "the top will make you grow taller, and the stalk will make you grow + shorter." + </p> + <p> + "The top of <span class="u">what</span>? the stalk of <span class="u">what</span>?" + thought Alice. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_061.jpg" width="300" height="301" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + "Of the mushroom," said the caterpillar, just as if she had asked it + aloud, and in another moment was out of sight. + </p> + <p> + Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, and then + picked it and carefully broke it in two, taking the stalk in one hand, and + the top in the other. + </p> + <p> + "<span class="u">Which</span> does the stalk do?" she said, and nibbled a + little bit of it to try; the next moment she felt a violent blow on her + chin: it had struck her foot!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" + id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but as she did + not shrink any further, and had not dropped the top of the mushroom, she + did not give up hope yet. There was hardly room to open her mouth, with + her chin pressing against her foot, but she did it at last, and managed to + bite off a little bit of the top of the mushroom. + </p> + <hr style="width: 45%;" /> + <p> + "Come! my head's free at last!" said Alice in a tone of delight, which + changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders + were nowhere to be seen: she looked down upon an immense length of neck, + which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay + far below her. + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 150px;"> + <img src="images/image_062.jpg" width="150" height="535" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "What <span class="u">can</span> all that green stuff be?" said Alice, + "and where <span class="u">have</span> my shoulders 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 rustling among the + leaves. Then she tried to bring her head down to her hands, and was + delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in every + direction, like a serpent. She had just succeeded in bending it down in a + beautiful zig-zag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, which she + found to be the tops of the trees of the wood she had been wandering in, + when a sharp hiss made her draw back: a large pigeon had flown into her + face, and was violently beating her with its wings. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_063.jpg" width="300" height="303" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + "Serpent!" screamed the pigeon. + </p> + <p> + "I'm <span class="u">not</span> a serpent!" said Alice indignantly, "let + me alone!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "I've tried every way!" the pigeon said desperately, with a kind of sob: + "nothing seems to suit 'em!" + </p> + <p> + "I haven't the least idea what you mean," said Alice. + </p> + <p> + "I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried banks, and I've tried + hedges," the pigeon went on without attending to her, "but them serpents! + There's no pleasing 'em!" + </p> + <p> + Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no use in + saying anything till the pigeon had finished. + </p> + <p> + "As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching the eggs!" said the pigeon, + "without being on the look out for serpents, day and night! Why, I haven't + had a wink of sleep these three weeks!" + </p> + <p> + "I'm very sorry you've been annoyed," said Alice, beginning to see its + meaning. + </p> + <p> + "And just as I'd taken the highest tree in the wood," said the pigeon + raising its voice to a shriek, "and was just thinking I was free of 'em at + last, they must needs come down from the sky! Ugh! Serpent!" + </p> + <p> + "But I'm <span class="u">not</span> a serpent," said Alice, "I'm a—I'm + a—" + </p> + <p> + "Well! <span class="u">What</span> are you?" said the pigeon, "I see + you're trying to invent something."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" + id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "I—I'm a little girl," said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she + remembered the number of changes she had gone through. + </p> + <p> + "A likely story indeed!" said the pigeon, "I've seen a good many of them + in my time, but never <span class="u">one</span> with such a neck as + yours! No, you're a serpent, I know <span class="u">that</span> well + enough! I suppose you'll tell me next that you never tasted an egg!" + </p> + <p> + "I <span class="u">have</span> tasted eggs, certainly," said Alice, who + was a very truthful child, "but indeed I do'n't want any of yours. I + do'n't like them raw." + </p> + <p> + "Well, be off, then!" said the pigeon, and settled down into its nest + again. Alice crouched down among the trees, as well as she could, as her + neck kept getting entangled among the branches, and several times she had + to stop and untwist it. Soon she remembered the pieces of mushroom which + she still held in her hands, and set to work very carefully, nibbling + first at one and then at the other, and growing sometimes taller and + sometimes shorter, until she had succeeded in bringing herself down to her + usual size. + </p> + <p> + It was so long since she had been of the right size that it felt quite + strange<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> + at first, but she got quite used to it in a minute or two, and began + talking to herself as usual: "well! there's half my plan done now! How + puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, from + one minute to another! However, I've got to my right size again: the next + thing is, to get into that beautiful garden—how <span class="u">is</span> + that to be done, I wonder?" + </p> + <p> + Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a doorway + leading right into it. "That's very curious!" she thought, "but + everything's curious today: I may as well go in." And in she went. + </p> + <p> + Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the little + glass table: "now, I'll manage better this time" she said to herself, and + began by taking the little golden key, and unlocking the door that led + into the garden. Then she set to work eating the pieces of mushroom till + she was about fifteen inches high: then she walked down the little + passage: and <span class="u">then</span>—she found herself at last + in the beautiful garden, among the bright flowerbeds and the cool + fountains. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> + <img src="images/image_067.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="400" height="754" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_068.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" height="967" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span> + </p> + <h2> + <a name="Chapter_IV" id="Chapter_IV"></a>Chapter IV + </h2> + <p> + A large rose tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses on it + were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them + red. This Alice thought a very curious thing, and she went near to watch + them, and just as she came up she heard one of them say "look out, Five! + Don't go splashing paint over me like that!" + </p> + <p> + "I couldn't help it," said Five in a sulky tone, "Seven jogged my elbow." + </p> + <p> + On which Seven lifted up his head and said "that's right, Five! Always lay + the blame on others!" + </p> + <p> + "<span class="u">You'd</span> better not talk!" said Five, "I<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> heard the + Queen say only yesterday she thought of having you beheaded!" + </p> + <p> + "What for?" said the one who had spoken first. + </p> + <p> + "That's not your business, Two!" said Seven. + </p> + <p> + "Yes, it <span class="u">is</span> his business!" said Five, "and I'll + tell him: it was for bringing in tulip-roots to the cook instead of + potatoes." + </p> + <p> + Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun "well! Of all the unjust + things—" when his eye fell upon Alice, and he stopped suddenly; the + others looked round, and all of them took off their hats and bowed low. + </p> + <p> + "Would you tell me, please," said Alice timidly, "why you are painting + those roses?" + </p> + <p> + Five and Seven looked at Two, but said nothing: Two began, in a low voice, + "why, Miss, the fact is, this ought to have been a red rose tree, and we + put a white one in by mistake, and if the Queen was to find it out, we + should all have our heads cut off. So, you see, we're doing our best, + before she comes, to—" At this moment Five, who had been looking + anxiously across the garden called out "the Queen! the Queen!" and<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> the three + gardeners instantly threw themselves flat upon their faces. There was a + sound of many footsteps, and Alice looked round, eager to see the Queen. + </p> + <p> + First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped like the + three gardeners, flat and oblong, with their hands and feet at the + corners: next the ten courtiers; these were all ornamented with diamonds, + and walked two and two, as the soldiers did. After these came the Royal + children: there were ten of them, and the little dears came jumping + merrily along, hand in hand, in couples: they were all ornamented with + hearts. Next came the guests, mostly kings and queens, among whom Alice + recognised the white rabbit: it was talking in a hurried nervous manner, + smiling at everything that was said, and went by without noticing her. + Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the King's crown on a cushion, + and, last of all this grand procession, came <b>THE KING AND QUEEN OF + HEARTS</b>. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_071.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" height="317" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + When the procession came opposite to Alice, they all stopped and looked at + her, and <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>the + Queen said severely "who is this?" She said it to the Knave of Hearts, who + only bowed and smiled in reply. + </p> + <p> + "Idiot!" said the Queen, turning up her nose, and asked Alice "what's your + name?" + </p> + <p> + "My name is Alice, so please your Majesty," said Alice boldly, for she + thought to herself "why, they're only a pack of cards! I needn't be afraid + of them!" + </p> + <p> + "Who are these?" said the Queen, pointing to the three gardeners lying + round the rose tree, for, as they were lying on their faces, and the + pattern on their backs was the same as the rest of the pack, she could not + tell whether they were gardeners, or soldiers, or courtiers, or three of + her own children. + </p> + <p> + "How should <span class="u">I</span> know?" said Alice, surprised at her + own courage, "it's no business of <span class="u">mine</span>." + </p> + <p> + The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a + minute, began in a voice of thunder "off with her—" + </p> + <p> + "Nonsense!" said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was + silent. + </p> + <p> + The King laid his hand upon her arm, and said timidly "remember, my dear! + She is only a child!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + The Queen turned angrily away from him, and said to the Knave "turn them + over!" + </p> + <p> + The Knave did so, very carefully, with one foot. + </p> + <p> + "Get up!" said the Queen, in a shrill loud voice, and the three gardeners + instantly jumped up, and began bowing to the King, the Queen, the Royal + children, and everybody else. + </p> + <p> + "Leave off that!" screamed the Queen, "you make me giddy." And then, + turning to the rose tree, she went on "what <span class="u">have</span> + you been doing here?" + </p> + <p> + "May it please your Majesty," said Two very humbly, going down on one knee + as he spoke, "we were trying—" + </p> + <p> + "I see!" said the Queen, who had meantime been examining the roses, "off + with their heads!" and the procession moved on, three of the soldiers + remaining behind to execute the three unfortunate gardeners, who ran to + Alice for protection. + </p> + <p> + "You sha'n't be beheaded!" said Alice, and she put them into her pocket: + the three soldiers marched once round her, looking for them, and then + quietly marched off after the others. + </p> + <p> + "Are their heads off?" shouted the Queen. + </p> + <p> + "Their heads are gone," the soldiers shouted in reply, "if it please your + Majesty!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "That's right!" shouted the Queen, "can you play croquet?" + </p> + <p> + The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice, as the question was + evidently meant for her. + </p> + <p> + "Yes!" shouted Alice at the top of her voice. + </p> + <p> + "Come on then!" roared the Queen, and Alice joined the procession, + wondering very much what would happen next. + </p> + <p> + "It's—it's a very fine day!" said a timid little voice: she was + walking by the white rabbit, who was peeping anxiously into her face. + </p> + <p> + "Very," said Alice, "where's the Marchioness?" + </p> + <p> + "Hush, hush!" said the rabbit in a low voice, "she'll hear you. The + Queen's the Marchioness: didn't you know that?" + </p> + <p> + "No, I didn't," said Alice, "what of?" + </p> + <p> + "Queen of Hearts," said the rabbit in a whisper, putting its mouth close + to her ear, "and Marchioness of Mock Turtles." + </p> + <p> + "What are <span class="u">they</span>?" said Alice, but there was no time + for the answer, for they had reached the croquet-ground, and the game + began instantly. + </p> + <p> + Alice thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in all her + life: it was all in ridges and furrows: the croquet-balls were live + hedgehogs, the mallets live ostriches, and the soldiers had to double + themselves up, and stand <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" + id="Page_76">[76]</a></span>on their feet and hands, to make the arches. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_075.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" height="323" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + The chief difficulty which Alice found at first was to manage her ostrich: + she got its body tucked away, comfortably enough, under her arm, with its + legs hanging down, but generally, just as she had got its neck + straightened out nicely, and was going to give a blow with its head, it + <span class="u">would</span> twist itself round, and look up into her + face, with such a puzzled expression that she could not help bursting out + laughing: and when she had got its head down, and was going to begin + again, it was very confusing to find that the hedgehog had unrolled + itself, and was in the act of crawling away: besides all this, there was + generally a ridge or a furrow in her way, wherever she wanted to send the + hedgehog to, and as the doubled-up soldiers were always getting up and + walking off to other<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> + parts of the ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion that it was a very + difficult game indeed. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_076.jpg" width="300" height="309" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + The players all played at once without waiting for turns, and quarrelled + all the while at the tops of their voices, and in a very few minutes the + Queen was in a furious passion, and went stamping about and shouting "off + with his head!" of "off with her head!" about once in a minute. All those + whom she sentenced were taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course + had to leave off being arches to do this, so that, by the end of half an + hour or so, there were no arches left, and all the players, except the + King, the Queen, and Alice, were in custody, and under sentence of + execution. + </p> + <p> + Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, and said to Alice "have you + seen the Mock Turtle?" + </p> + <p> + "No," said Alice, "I don't even know what a Mock Turtle is." + </p> + <p> + "Come on then," said the Queen, "and it shall tell you its history." + </p> + <p> + As they walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low voice, to + the company generally, "you are all pardoned." + </p> + <p> + "Come, that's a good thing!" thought Alice, who had felt quite grieved at + the number of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> + executions which the Queen had ordered. + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 350px;"> + <img src="images/image_078.jpg" width="350" height="183" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + They very soon came upon a Gryphon, which lay fast asleep in the sun: (if + you don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture): "Up, lazy thing!" + said the Queen, "and take this young lady to see the Mock Turtle, and to + hear its history. I must go back and see after some executions I ordered," + and she walked off, leaving Alice with the Gryphon. Alice did not quite + like the look of the creature, but on the whole she thought it quite as + safe to stay as to go after that savage Queen: so she waited. + </p> + <p> + The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen till she + was out of sight: then it chuckled. "What fun!" said the Gryphon, half to + itself, half to Alice. + </p> + <p> + "What <span class="u">is</span> the fun?" said Alice. + </p> + <p> + "Why, <span class="u">she</span>," said the Gryphon; "it's all her fancy, + that: they never executes nobody, you know: come on!"<span class="pagenum"><a + name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "Everybody says 'come on!' here," thought Alice as she walked slowly after + the Gryphon; "I never was ordered about so before in all my life—never!" + </p> + <p> + They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the distance, + sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they came + nearer, Alice could here it sighing as if its heart would break. She + pitied it deeply: "what is its sorrow?" she asked the Gryphon, and the + Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, "it's all its + fancy, that: it hasn't got no sorrow, you know: come on!" + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_079.jpg" width="300" height="385" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes + full of tears, but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + "This here young lady" said the Gryphon,<span class="pagenum"><a + name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> "wants for to know your + history, she do." + </p> + <p> + "I'll tell it," said the Mock Turtle, in a deep hollow tone, "sit down, + and don't speak till I've finished." + </p> + <p> + So they sat down, and no one spoke for some minutes: Alice thought to + herself "I don't see how it can <span class="u">ever</span> finish, if it + doesn't begin," but she waited patiently. + </p> + <p> + "Once," said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, "I was a real + Turtle." + </p> + <p> + These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an + occasional exclamation of "hjckrrh!" from the Gryphon, and the constant + heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and + saying, "thank you, sir, for your interesting story," but she could not + help thinking there <span class="u">must</span> be more to come, so she + sat still and said nothing. + </p> + <p> + "When we were little," the Mock Turtle went on, more calmly, though still + sobbing a little now and then, "we went to school in the sea. The master + was an old Turtle—we used to call him Tortoise—" + </p> + <p> + "Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?" asked Alice.<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "We called him Tortoise because he taught us," said the Mock Turtle + angrily, "really you are very dull!" + </p> + <p> + "You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question," + added the Gryphon, and then they both sat silent and looked at poor Alice, + who felt ready to sink into the earth: at last the Gryphon said to the + Mock Turtle, "get on, old fellow! Don't be all day!" and the Mock Turtle + went on in these words: + </p> + <p> + "You may not have lived much under the sea—" ("I haven't," said + Alice,) "and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster—" + (Alice began to say "I once tasted—" but hastily checked herself, + and said "no, never," instead,) "so you can have no idea what a delightful + thing a Lobster Quadrille is!" + </p> + <p> + "No, indeed," said Alice, "what sort of a thing is it?" + </p> + <p> + "Why," said the Gryphon, "you form into a line along the sea shore—" + </p> + <p> + "Two lines!" cried the Mock Turtle, "seals, turtles, salmon, and so on—advance + twice—" + </p> + <p> + "Each with a lobster as partner!" cried the Gryphon. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> + <img src="images/image_082.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="400" height="712" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "Of course," the Mock Turtle said, "advance twice, set to partners—" + </p> + <p> + "Change lobsters, and retire in same order—" interrupted the + Gryphon. + </p> + <p> + "Then, you know," continued the Mock Turtle, "you throw the—" + </p> + <p> + "The lobsters!" shouted the Gryphon, with a bound into the air. + </p> + <p> + "As far out to sea as you can—" + </p> + <p> + "Swim after them!" screamed the Gryphon. + </p> + <p> + "Turn a somersault in the sea!" cried the Mock Turtle, capering wildly + about. + </p> + <p> + "Change lobsters again!" yelled the Gryphon at the top of its voice, "and + then—" + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_084.jpg" width="300" height="260" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + "That's all," said the Mock Turtle, suddenly dropping its voice, and the + two creatures, who had been jumping about like mad things all this time, + sat down again very sadly and quietly, and looked at Alice. + </p> + <p> + "It must be a very pretty dance," said Alice timidly. + </p> + <p> + "Would you like to see a little of it?" said the Mock Turtle. + </p> + <p> + "Very much indeed," said Alice. + </p> + <p> + "Come, let's try the first figure!" said the Mock Turtle to the Gryphon, + "we can do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> + it without lobsters, you know. Which shall sing?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh! <span class="u">you</span> sing!" said the Gryphon, "I've forgotten + the words." + </p> + <p> + So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice, every now and then + treading on her toes when they came too close, and waving their fore-paws + to mark the time, while the Mock Turtle sang, slowly and sadly, these + words: + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"Beneath the waters of the sea<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Are lobsters thick as thick can be—<br /></span> <span + class="i0">They love to dance with you and me,<br /></span> <span + class="i2">My own, my gentle Salmon!"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p> + The Gryphon joined in singing the chorus, which was: + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"Salmon come up! Salmon go down!<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Salmon come twist your tail around!<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Of all the fishes <span class="u">of</span> the sea<br /></span> + <span class="i2">There's none so good as Salmon!"<br /></span> <span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> + </div> + </div> + <p> + "Thank you," said Alice, feeling very glad that the figure was over. + </p> + <p> + "Shall we try the second figure?" said the Gryphon, "or would you prefer a + song?" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, a song, please!" Alice replied, so eagerly, that the Gryphon said, in + a rather offended tone, "hm! no accounting for tastes! Sing her 'Mock + Turtle Soup', will you, old fellow!" + </p> + <p> + The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes choked with + sobs, to sing this: + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Waiting in a hot tureen!<br /></span> <span class="i0">Who for + such dainties would not stoop?<br /></span> <span class="i0">Soup of the + evening, beautiful Soup!<br /></span> <span class="i0">Soup of the + evening, beautiful Soup!<br /></span> <span class="i4">Beau—ootiful + Soo—oop!<br /></span> <span class="i4">Beau—ootiful Soo—oop!<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,<br /></span> + <span class="i4">Beautiful beautiful Soup!<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p> + "Chorus again!" cried the Gryphon, and<span class="pagenum"><a + name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> the Mock Turtle had just begun + to repeat it, when a cry of "the trial's beginning!" was heard in the + distance. + </p> + <p> + "Come on!" cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, he hurried + off, without waiting for the end of the song. + </p> + <p> + "What trial is it?" panted Alice as she ran, but the Gryphon only answered + "come on!" and ran the faster, and more and more faintly came, borne on + the breeze that followed them, the melancholy words: + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Beautiful beautiful Soup!"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p> + The King and Queen were seated on their throne when they arrived, with a + great crowd assembled around them: the Knave was in custody: and before + the King stood the white rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand, and a scroll + of parchment in the other. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> + <img src="images/image_087.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="400" height="784" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "Herald! read the accusation!" said the King. + </p> + <p> + On this the white rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then + unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows: + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts<br /></span> + <span class="i2">All on a summer day:<br /></span> <span class="i0">The + Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts,<br /></span> <span class="i2">And + took them quite away!"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p> + "Now for the evidence," said the King, "and then the sentence." + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 350px;"> + <img src="images/image_088.jpg" width="350" height="338" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + "No!" said the Queen, "first the sentence, and then the evidence!" + </p> + <p> + "Nonsense!" cried Alice, so loudly that everybody jumped, "the idea of + having the sentence first!" + </p> + <p> + "Hold your tongue!" said the Queen. + </p> + <p> + "I won't!" said Alice, "you're nothing but a pack of cards! Who cares for + you?" + </p> + <p> + At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down upon + her: she gave a little scream of fright, and tried to beat them off, and + found herself lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, + who was gently brushing away some leaves that had fluttered down from the + trees on to her face.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + "Wake up! Alice dear!" said her sister, "what a nice long sleep you've + had!" + </p> + <p> + "Oh, I've had such a curious dream!" said Alice, and she told her sister + all her Adventures Under Ground, as you have read them, and when she had + finished, her sister kissed her and said "it <span class="u">was</span> a + curious dream, dear, certainly! But now run in to your tea: it's getting + late." + </p> + <p> + So Alice ran off, thinking while she ran (as well she might) what a + wonderful dream it had been. + </p> + <hr style="width: 45%;" /> + <p> + But her sister sat there some while longer, watching the setting sun, and + thinking of little Alice and her Adventures, till she too began dreaming + after a fashion, and this was her dream: + </p> + <p> + She saw an ancient city, and a quiet river winding near it along the + plain, and up the stream went slowly gliding a boat with a merry party of + children on board—she could hear their voices and laughter like + music over the water—and among them was another little Alice, who + sat listening with bright eager eyes to a tale that was being told, and + she listened for the words of the tale, and lo! it was the dream<span + class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span> of her own + little sister. So the boat wound slowly along, beneath the bright + summer-day, with its merry crew and its music of voices and laughter, till + it passed round one of the many turnings of the stream, and she saw it no + more. + </p> + <p> + Then she thought, (in a dream within the dream, as it were,) how this same + little Alice would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman: and how + she would keep, through her riper years, the simple and loving heart of + her childhood: and how she would gather around her other little children, + and make <span class="u">their</span> eyes bright and eager with many a + wonderful tale, perhaps even with these very adventures of the little + Alice of long-ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, + and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own + child-life, and the happy summer days. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_090.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" height="978" + class="img1" /> + </div> + <p> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + happy summer days. + </p> + <h3> + THE END. + </h3> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + <i>POSTSCRIPT.</i> + </h2> + <p> + <i>The profits, if any, of this book will be given to Children's Hospitals + and Convalescent Homes for Sick Children; and the accounts, down to June + 30 in each year, will be published in the St. James's Gazette, on the + second Tuesday of the following December.</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>P.P.S.—The thought, so prettily expressed by the little boy, is + also to be found in Longfellow's "Hiawatha," where he appeals to those who + believe</i> + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"<i>That the feeble hands and helpless,</i><br /></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Groping blindly in the darkness</i>,<br /></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Touch</i> <span class="smcap">God's</span> <i>right + hand in that darkness</i>,<br /></span> <span class="i0"><i>And are + lifted up and strengthened</i>."<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + "Who will Riddle me the How and the Why?" + </h2> + <p> + <i>So questions one of England's sweetest singers. The "How?" has already + been told, after a fashion, in the verses prefixed to "Alice in + Wonderland"; and some other memories of that happy summer day are set + down, for those who care to see them, in this little book—the germ + that was to grow into the published volume. But the "Why?" cannot, and + need not, be put into words. Those for whom a child's mind is a sealed + book, and who see no divinity in a child's smile, would read such words in + vain: while for any one that has ever loved one true child, no words are + needed. For he will have known the awe that falls on one in the presence + of a spirit fresh from</i> <span class="smcap">God's</span> <i>hands, on + whom no shadow of sin, and but the outermost fringe of the shadow of + sorrow, has yet fallen: he will have felt the bitter contrast between the + haunting selfishness that spoils his best deeds and the life that is but + an overflowing love—for I think a child's</i> first <i>attitude to + the world is a simple love for all living things: and he will have learned + that the best work a man can do is when he works for love's sake only, + with no thought of name, or gain, or earthly reward. No deed of ours, I + suppose, on this side the grave, is really unselfish: yet if one can put + forth all one's powers in a task where nothing of reward is hoped for but + a little child's whispered thanks, and the airy touch of a little child's + pure lips, one seems to come somewhere near to this.</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>There was no idea of publication in my mind when I wrote this little + book</i>: that <i>was wholly an afterthought, pressed on me by the + "perhaps too partial friends" who always have to bear the blame when a + writer rushes into print: and I can truly say that no praise of theirs has + ever given me one hundredth part of the pleasure it has been to think of + the sick children in hospitals (where it has been a delight to me to send + copies) forgetting, for a few bright hours, their pain and weariness—perhaps + thinking lovingly of the unknown writer of the tale—perhaps even + putting up a childish prayer (and oh, how much it needs!) for one who can + but dimly hope to stand, some day, not quite out of sight of those pure + young faces, before the great white throne. "I am very sure," writes a + lady-visitor at a Home for Sick Children, "that there will be many loving + earnest prayers for you on Easter morning from the children.</i>" + </p> + <p> + <i>I would like to quote further from her letters, as embodying a + suggestion that may perhaps thus come to the notice of some one able and + willing to carry it out.</i> + </p> + <p> + "<i>I want you to send me one of your Easter Greetings for a very dear + child who is dying at our Home. She is just fading away, and 'Alice' has + brightened some of the weary hours in her illness, and I know that letter + would be such a delight to her—especially if you would put 'Minnie' + at the top, and she could know you had sent it for her.</i> She <i>knows</i> + you, <i>and would so value it.... She suffers so much that I long for what + I know would so please her." ... "Thank you very much for sending me the + letter, and for writing Minnie's name.... I am quite sure that all these + children will say a loving prayer for the 'Alice-man' on Easter Day: and I + am sure the letter will help the little ones to the real Easter joy. How I + do wish that you, who have won the hearts and confidence of so many + children, would do for them what is so very near my heart, and yet what no + one will do, viz. write a book for children about</i> <span class="smcap">God</span> + <i>and themselves, which is</i> not <i>goody, and which begins at the + right end, about religion, to make them see what it really is. I get quite + miserable very often over the children I come across: hardly any of them + have an idea of</i> really <i>knowing that</i> <span class="smcap">God</span> + <i>loves them, or of loving and confiding in Him. They will love and trust</i> + me, <i>and be sure that I want them to be happy, and will not let them + suffer more than is necessary: but as for going to Him in the same way, + they would never think of it. They are dreadfully afraid of Him, if they + think of Him at all, which they generally only do when they have been + naughty, and they look on all connected with Him as very grave and dull: + and, when they are full of fun and thoroughly happy, I am sure they + unconsciously hope He is not looking. I am sure I don't wonder they think + of Him in this way, for people</i> never <i>talk of Him in connection with + what makes their little lives the brightest. If they are naughty, people + put on solemn faces, and say He is very angry or shocked, or something + which frightens them: and, for the rest, He is talked about only in a way + that makes them think of church and having to be quiet. As for being + taught that all Joy and all Gladness and Brightness is His Joy—that + He is wearying for them to be happy, and is not hard and stern, but always + doing things to make their days brighter, and caring for them so tenderly, + and wanting them to run to Him with</i> all <i>their little joys and + sorrows, they are not taught that. I do so long to make them trust Him as + they trust us, to feel that He will 'take their part' as they do with us + in their little woes, and to go to Him in their plays and enjoyments and + not only when they say their prayers. I was quite grateful to one little + dot, a short time ago, who said to his mother 'when I am in bed, I put out + my hand to see if I can feel</i> <span class="smcap">Jesus</span> <i>and + my angel. I thought perhaps</i> in the dark <i>they'd touch me, but they + never have yet.' I do so want them to</i> want <i>to go to Him, and to + feel how, if He is there, it</i> must <i>be happy.</i>" + </p> + <p> + <i>Let me add—for I feel I have drifted into far too serious a vein + for a preface to a fairy-tale—the deliciously naïve remark of a + very dear child-friend, whom I asked, after an acquaintance of two or + three days, if she had read 'Alice' and the 'Looking-Glass.' "Oh yes," she + replied readily, "I've read both of them! And I think" (this more slowly + and thoughtfully) "I think 'Through the Looking-Glass' is</i> more <i>stupid + than 'Alice's Adventures.' Don't</i> you <i>think so?" But this was a + question I felt it would be hardly discreet for me to enter upon.</i> + </p> + <p class="sig"> + <i>LEWIS CARROLL.</i> + </p> + <p class="sig1"> + <i>Dec.</i> 1886. + </p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h3> + AN EASTER GREETING + </h3> + <h3> + TO + </h3> + <h3> + EVERY CHILD WHO LOVES + </h3> + <h2> + "Alice." + </h2> + <p> + <span class="smcap">Dear Child</span>, + </p> + <p> + <i>Please to fancy, if you can, that you are reading a real letter, from a + real friend whom you have seen, and whose voice you can seem to yourself + to hear wishing you, as I do now with all my heart, a happy Easter.</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>Do you know that delicious dreamy feeling when one first wakes on a + summer morning, with the twitter of birds in the air, and the fresh breeze + coming in at the open window—when, lying lazily with eyes half shut, + one sees as in a dream green boughs waving, or waters rippling in a golden + light? It is a pleasure very near to sadness, bringing tears to one's eyes + like a beautiful picture or poem. And is not that a Mother's gentle hand + that undraws your curtains, and a Mother's sweet voice that summons you to + rise? To rise and forget, in the bright sunlight, the ugly dreams that + frightened you so when all was dark—to rise and enjoy another happy + day, first kneeling to thank that unseen Friend, who sends you the + beautiful sun</i>? + </p> + <p> + <i>Are these strange words from a writer of such tales as "Alice"? And is + this a strange letter to find in a book of nonsense? It may be so. Some + perhaps may blame me for thus mixing together things grave and gay; others + may smile and think it odd that any one should speak of solemn things at + all, except in church and on a Sunday: but I think—nay, I am sure—that + some children will read this gently and lovingly, and in the spirit in + which I have written it.</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>For I do not believe God means us thus to divide life into two halves—to + wear a grave face on Sunday, and to think it out-of-place to even so much + as mention Him on a week-day. Do you think He cares to see only kneeling + figures, and to hear only tones of prayer—and that He does not also + love to see the lambs leaping in the sunlight, and to hear the merry + voices of the children, as they roll among the hay? Surely their innocent + laughter is as sweet in His ears as the grandest anthem that ever rolled + up from the "dim religious light" of some solemn cathedral?</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>And if I have written anything to add to those stores of innocent and + healthy amusement that are laid up in books for the children I love so + well, it is surely something I may hope to look back upon without shame + and sorrow (as how much of life must then be recalled!) when</i> my <i>turn + comes to walk through the valley of shadows.</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>This Easter sun will rise on you, dear child, feeling your "life in + every limb," and eager to rush out into the fresh morning air</i>—<i>and + many an Easter-day will come and go, before it finds you feeble and + gray-headed, creeping wearily out to bask once more in the sunlight—but + it is good, even now, to think sometimes of that great morning when the + "Sun of Righteousness shall arise with healing in his wings.</i>" + </p> + <p> + <i>Surely your gladness need not be the less for the thought that you will + one day see a brighter dawn than this—when lovelier sights will meet + your eyes than any waving trees or rippling waters—when angel-hands + shall undraw your curtains, and sweeter tones than ever loving Mother + breathed shall wake you to a new and glorious day—and when all the + sadness, and the sin, that darkened life on this little earth, shall be + forgotten like the dreams of a night that is past!</i> + </p> + <p class="sig2"> + <i>Your affectionate friend</i>, + </p> + <p class="sig"> + <i>LEWIS CARROLL</i>. + </p> + <p class="sig1"> + <span class="smcap">Easter</span>, 1876. + </p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + CHRISTMAS GREETINGS. + </h2> + <h4> + [FROM A FAIRY TO A CHILD.] + </h4> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Lady dear, if Fairies may<br /></span> <span class="i2">For + a moment lay aside<br /></span> <span class="i0">Cunning tricks and + elfish play,<br /></span> <span class="i2">'Tis at happy Christmas-tide.<br /></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">We have heard the children say—<br /></span> <span + class="i2">Gentle children, whom we love—<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Long ago, on Christmas Day,<br /></span> <span class="i2">Came + a message from above.<br /></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Still, as Christmas-tide comes round,<br /></span> <span + class="i2">They remember it again—<br /></span> <span class="i0">Echo + still the joyful sound<br /></span> <span class="i2">"Peace on earth, + good-will to men!"<br /></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Yet the hearts must childlike be<br /></span> <span + class="i2">Where such heavenly guests abide:<br /></span> <span class="i0">Unto + children, in their glee,<br /></span> <span class="i2">All the year is + Christmas-tide!<br /></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Thus, forgetting tricks and play<br /></span> <span + class="i2">For a moment, Lady dear,<br /></span> <span class="i0">We + would wish you, if we may,<br /></span> <span class="i2">Merry Christmas, + glad New Year!<br /> </span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="sig3"> + LEWIS CARROLL. + </p> + <p class="sig1"> + <i>Christmas, 1867.</i> + </p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + WORKS BY LEWIS CARROLL. + </h2> + <h4> + PUBLISHED BY + </h4> + <h3> + MACMILLAN AND CO., LONDON. + </h3> + <p> + <b>ALICE'S ADVENTURES <i>IN</i> WONDERLAND.</b> With Forty-two + Illustrations by <span class="smcap">Tenniel</span>. (First published in + 1865.) Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt edges, price 6<i>s.</i> Seventy-eighth + Thousand. + </p> + <p> + <b>AVENTURES D'ALICE AU PAYS DES MERVEILLES.</b> Traduit de l'Anglais par + Henri Bué. Ouvrage illustré de 42 Vignettes par <span + class="smcap">John Tenniel</span>. (First published in 1869.) Crown 8vo, + cloth, gilt edges, price 6<i>s.</i> + </p> + <p> + <span class="smcap"><b>Alice's Abenteuer im Wunderland.</b> Aus dem + Englischen, von Antonie Zimmermann. Mitt 42 Illustrationen von John + Tenniel.</span> (First published in 1869.) Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt edges, + price 6<i>s.</i> + </p> + <p> + <b>LE AVVENTURE D'ALICE NEL PAESE DELLE MERAVIGLIE.</b> Tradotte dall' + Inglese da <span class="smcap">T. Pietrocòla-Rossetti</span>. Con + 42 Vignette di <span class="smcap">Giovanni Tenniel</span>. (First + published in 1872.) Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt edges, price 6<i>s.</i> + </p> + <p> + <b>THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS AND WHAT ALICE FOUND THERE. </b>With Fifty + Illustrations by <span class="smcap">Tenniel</span>. (First published in + 1871.) Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt edges, price 6<i>s.</i> Fifty sixth + Thousand. + </p> + <p> + <b>RHYME? AND REASON?</b> With Sixty-five Illustrations by <span + class="smcap">Arthur B. Frost</span>, and Nine by <span class="smcap">Henry + Holiday</span>. (This book, first published in 1883, is a reprint, with a + few additions, of the comic portion of "Phantasmagoria and other Poems," + published in 1869, and of "The Hunting of the Snark," published in 1876. + Mr. Frost's pictures are new.) Crown 8vo, cloth, coloured edges, price 6<i>s.</i> + Fifth Thousand. + </p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + WORKS BY LEWIS CARROLL. + </h2> + <h4> + PUBLISHED BY + </h4> + <h3> + MACMILLAN AND CO., LONDON. + </h3> + <p> + <b>A TANGLED TALE.</b> Reprinted from <i>The Monthly Packet</i>. With Six + Illustrations by <span class="smcap">Arthur B. Frost</span>. (First + published in 1885.) Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt edges, 4<i>s.</i> 6<i>d.</i> + Third Thousand. + </p> + <p> + <b>THE GAME OF LOGIC.</b> (With an Envelope containing a card diagram and + nine counters—four red and five grey.) Crown 8vo, cloth, price 3<i>s.</i> + </p> + <p> + N.B.—The Envelope, etc., may be had separately at 3<i>d.</i> each. + </p> + <p> + <b>ALICE'S ADVENTURES UNDER GROUND.</b> Being a Facsimile of the original + MS. Book, afterwards developed into "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland." + With Thirty-seven Illustrations by the Author. Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt + edges. 4<i>s.</i> + </p> + <p> + <b>THE NURSERY ALICE.</b> A selection of twenty of the pictures in + "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland," enlarged and coloured under the + Artist's superintendence, with explanations. [<i>In preparation.</i> + </p> + <hr style="width: 45%;" /> + <p> + N.B. In selling the above-mentioned books to the Trade, Messrs. Macmillan + and Co. will abate 2<i>d.</i> in the shilling (no odd copies), and allow 5 + per cent. discount for payment within six months, and 10 per cent. for + cash. In selling them to the Public (for cash only) they will allow 10 per + cent. discount. + </p> + <hr style="width: 45%;" /> + <p> + <span class="smcap">Mr. Lewis Carroll</span>, having been requested to + allow "<span class="smcap">An Easter Greeting</span>" (a leaflet, + addressed to children, first published in 1876, and frequently given with + his books) to be sold separately, has arranged with Messrs. Harrison, of + 59, Pall Mall, who will supply a single copy for 1<i>d.</i>, or 12 for 9<i>d.</i>, + or 100 for 5<i>s.</i> + </p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <p> + ============== <a name="alice_1" id="alice_1"></a> + </p> + <div class="tr f1"> + <p class="center"> + Transcriber's Note: + </p> + <p class="center"><a href="#alice_1"></a> + This e-book has been transcribed from a facsimile of the original + handwritten MS. of Lewis Carroll. Images of some of the pages is given + on line to give a feeling of the MS. to the reader. + </p> + <p> + This html file with cursive fonts to imitate the handwriting, is + provided for the benefit of the reader. + </p> + </div> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 581px;"> + <img src="images/cover.jpg" width="581" height="1034" alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p> + + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_092.jpg" width="500" height="787" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <h2><a href="#alice_1"></a> + ALICE'S ADVENTURES<br /> UNDER GROUND + </h2> + <p> + + </p> + <h3> + <i>BEING A FACSIMILE OF THE</i><br /> <i>ORIGINAL MS. BOOK</i><br /> <i>AFTERWARDS + DEVELOPED INTO</i><br /> "<i>ALICE'S ADVENTURES IN WONDERLAND</i>" + </h3> + <p> + + </p> + <p> + + </p> + <h3> + BY + </h3> + <p> + + </p> + <h2> + LEWIS CARROLL + </h2> + <p> + + </p> + <p> + + </p> + <h4> + <i>WITH THIRTY-SEVEN ILLUSTRATIONS<br /> BY THE AUTHOR</i> + </h4> + <p> + + </p> + <p> + + </p> + <h4> + <i>PRICE FOUR SHILLINGS</i> + </h4> + <p> + + </p> + <h3> + London + </h3> + <h3> + MACMILLAN AND CO. + </h3> + <h4> + AND NEW YORK + </h4> + <h3> + 1886 + </h3> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + <a name="CCONTENTS" id="CCONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS. + </h2> + <table summary="Contents"> + <tr> + <td class="tocch f1"> + CHAPTER + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td class="tocpg f1"> + PAGE + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tocch"> + + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td class="tocpg"> + + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tocch"> + I. + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + <a href="#CChapter_I">DOWN THE RABBIT-HOLE. THE POOL OF TEARS</a> + </td> + <td class="tocpg"> + <a href="#CPage_1">1</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tocch"> + II. + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + <a href="#CChapter_II">A LONG TALE. THE RABBIT SENDS IN A LITTLE BILL</a> + </td> + <td class="tocpg"> + <a href="#CPage_24">24</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tocch"> + III. + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + <a href="#CChapter_III">ADVICE FROM A CATERPILLAR</a> + </td> + <td class="tocpg"> + <a href="#CPage_46">46</a> + </td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tocch"> + IV. + </td> + <td> + + </td> + <td> + <a href="#CChapter_IV">THE QUEEN'S CROQUET-GROUND. THE MOCK TURTLE'S + STORY. THE LOBSTER QUADRILLE. WHO STOLE THE TARTS?</a> + </td> + <td class="tocpg"> + <a href="#CPage_68">68</a> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <p> + <span class="font2"> </span> + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_001.jpg" width="600" height="970" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_1" id="CPage_1">[1]</a></span> + </p> + <p> + </p> + <div class="font2"> + <h2 class="font"> + <a name="CChapter_I" id="CChapter_I"></a>Chapter I + </h2> + <p class="font"> + Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the + bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the + book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in + it, and where is the use of a book, thought Alice, without pictures or + conversations? So she was considering in her own mind, (as well as she + could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid,) whether + the pleasure of making a daisy-chain was worth the trouble of getting up + and picking the daisies, when a white rabbit with pink eyes ran close by + her. + </p> + <p class="font"> + There was nothing very remarkable in that, nor did Alice think it so + very much out of the way to hear the rabbit say to itself "dear, dear! I + shall be too late!" (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to + her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all + seemed quite natural); but when the rabbit actually <span class="u">took + a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket</span>, looked at it, and then + hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_2" id="CPage_2">[2]</a></span> it flashed across her mind + that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket + or a watch to take out of it, and, full of curiosity, she hurried across + the field after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a large + rabbit-hole under the hedge. In a moment down went Alice after it, never + once considering how in the world she was to get out again. + </p> + <p class="font"> + The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then + dipped suddenly down, so suddenly, that Alice had not a moment to think + about stopping herself, before she found herself falling down what + seemed a deep well. Either the well was very deep, or she fell very + slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her, + and to wonder what would happen next. First, she tried to look down and + make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything: + then, she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were + filled with cupboards and book-shelves: here and there were maps and + pictures hung on pegs. She took a jar down off one of the shelves as she + passed: it was labelled<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_3" + id="CPage_3">[3]</a></span> "Orange Marmalade," but to her great + disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar, for fear + of killing somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the + cupboards as she fell past it. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Well!" thought Alice to herself, "after such a fall as this, I shall + think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at + home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top + of the house!" (which was most likely true.) + </p> + <p class="font"> + Down, down, down. Would the fall <span class="u">never</span> come to an + end? "I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?" she said aloud, + "I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: + that would be four thousand miles down, I think—" (for you see + Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the + schoolroom, and though this was not a <span class="u">very</span> good + opportunity of showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to hear + her, still it was good practice to say it over,) "yes that's the right + distance, but then what Longitude or Latitude-line shall I be in?" + (Alice had no idea<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_4" id="CPage_4">[4]</a></span> + what Longitude was, or Latitude either, but she thought they were nice + grand words to say.) + </p> + <p class="font"> + Presently she began again: "I wonder if I shall fall right <span + class="u">through</span> the earth! How funny it'll be to come out among + the people that walk with their heads downwards! But I shall have to ask + them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this + New Zealand or Australia?"—and she tried to curtsey as she spoke + (fancy <span class="u">curtseying</span> as you're falling through the + air! do you think you could manage it?) "and what an ignorant little + girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I + shall see it written up somewhere." + </p> + <p class="font"> + Down, down, down: there was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began + talking again. "Dinah will miss me very much tonight, I should think!" + (Dinah was the cat.) "I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at + tea-time! Oh, dear Dinah, I wish I had you here! There are no mice in + the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very like a + mouse, you know, my dear. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?" And here + Alice began to get rather sleepy, and kept on saying to herself, in a + dreamy sort of way "do cats eat bats? do cats eat bats?" and sometimes,<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_5" id="CPage_5">[5]</a></span> "do bats + eat cats?" for, as she couldn't answer either question, it didn't much + matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had + just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and + was saying to her very earnestly, "Now, Dinah, my dear, tell me the + truth. Did you ever eat a bat?" when suddenly, bump! bump! down she came + upon a heap of sticks and shavings, and the fall was over. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Alice was not a bit hurt, and jumped on to her feet directly: she looked + up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, + and the white rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not + a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and just heard it + say, as it turned a corner, "my ears and whiskers, how late it's + getting!" She turned the corner after it, and instantly found herself in + a long, low hall, lit up by a row of lamps which hung from the roof. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_006.jpg" width="300" height="337" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked, and when + Alice had been all round it, and tried them all, she walked sadly down + the middle, wondering<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_6" id="CPage_6">[6]</a></span> + how she was ever to get out again: suddenly she came upon a little + three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing lying + upon it, but a tiny golden key, and Alice's first idea was that it might + belong to one of the doors of the hall, but alas! either the locks were + too large, or the key too small, but at any rate it would open none of + them. However, on the second time round, she came to a low curtain, + behind which was a door about eighteen inches high: she tried the little + key in the keyhole, and it fitted! Alice opened the door, and looked + down a small passage, not larger than a rat-hole, into the loveliest + garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and + wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool + fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway, "and + even if my head would go through," thought poor Alice, "it would be very + little use <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_7" id="CPage_7">[7]</a></span>without + my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I + could, if I only knew how to begin." For, you see, so many + out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice began to think + very few things indeed were really impossible. + </p> + <p class="font"> + There was nothing else to do, so she went back to the table, half hoping + she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for + shutting up people like telescopes: this time there was a little bottle + on it—"which certainly was not there before" said Alice—and + tied round the neck of the bottle was a paper label with the words <b>DRINK + ME</b> beautifully printed on it in large letters. + </p> + <p class="font"> + It was all very well to say "drink me," "but I'll look first," said the + wise little Alice, "and see whether the bottle's marked "poison" or + not," for Alice had read several nice little stories about children that + got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts, and other unpleasant things, + because they <span class="u">would</span> not remember the simple rules + their friends had given them, such as, that, if you get into the fire, + it will burn you, and that, if you cut your finger very deeply with a + knife, it generally bleeds, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_8" + id="CPage_8">[8]</a></span> she had never forgotten that, if you drink a + bottle marked "poison," it is almost certain to disagree with you, + sooner or later. + </p> + <p class="font"> + However, this bottle was <span class="u">not</span> marked poison, so + Alice tasted it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of + mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffy, + and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off. + </p> + <hr style="width: 45%;" /> + <p class="font"> + "What a curious feeling!" said Alice, "I must be shutting up like a + telescope." + </p> + <p class="font"> + It was so indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face + brightened up as it occurred to her that she was now the right size for + going through the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, + she waited for a few minutes to see whether she was going to shrink any + further: she felt a little nervous about this, "for it might end, you + know," said Alice to herself, "in my going out altogether, like a + candle, and what should I be like then, I wonder?" and she tried to + fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out,<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_9" id="CPage_9">[9]</a></span> for she + could not remember having ever seen one. However, nothing more happened + so she decided on going into the garden at once, but, alas for poor + Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little + golden key, and when she went back to the table for the key, she found + she could not possibly reach it: she could see it plainly enough through + the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the + table, but it was too slippery, and when she had tired herself out with + trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_009.jpg" width="300" height="264" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + "Come! there's no use in crying!" said Alice to herself rather sharply, + "I advise you to leave off this minute!" (she generally gave herself + very good advice, and sometimes scolded herself so severely as to bring + tears into her eyes, and once she remembered boxing her own ears for + having been unkind to herself<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_10" + id="CPage_10">[10]</a></span> in a game of croquet she was playing with + 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!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + Soon her eyes fell on a little ebony box lying under the table: she + opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which was lying a card + with the words <b>EAT ME</b> beautifully printed on it in large letters. + "I'll eat," said Alice, "and if it makes me larger, I can reach the key, + and if it makes me smaller, I can creep under the door, so either way + I'll get into the garden, and I don't care which happens!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself "which way? which + way?" and laid her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was + growing, and was quite surprised to find that she remained the same + size: to be sure this is what generally happens when one eats cake, but + Alice had got into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the way + things to happen, and it seemed<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_11" + id="CPage_11">[11]</a></span> quite dull and stupid for things to go on + in the common way. + </p> + <p class="font"> + So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake. + </p> + <hr style="width: 45%;" /> + <p class="font"> + "Curiouser and curiouser!" cried Alice, (she was so surprised that she + quite forgot how to speak good English,) "now I'm opening out like the + largest telescope that ever was! Goodbye, feet!" (for when she looked + down at her feet, they seemed almost out of sight, they were getting so + far off,) "oh, my poor little feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes + and stockings for you now, dears? I'm sure I can't! I shall be a great + deal too far off to bother myself about you: you must manage the best + way you can—but I must be kind to them," thought Alice, "or + perhaps they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them + a new pair of boots every Christmas." + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 150px;"> + <img src="images/image_011.jpg" width="150" height="954" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_12" id="CPage_12">[12]</a></span> "they + must go by the carrier," she thought, "and how funny it'll seem, sending + presents to one's own feet! <br /> And how odd the directions will look! + <b>ALICE'S RIGHT FOOT, ESQ.</b><br /> <span style="margin-left:21em"><b>THE + CARPET,</b></span><br /> <span style="margin-left:22em"><b>with ALICE'S + LOVE</b></span><br /> + </p> + <p class="font"> + oh dear! what nonsense I am talking!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + Just at this moment, her head struck against the roof of the hall: in + fact, she was now rather more than nine feet high, and she at once took + up the little golden key, and hurried off to the garden door. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Poor Alice! it was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to + look through into the garden with one eye, but to get through was more + hopeless than ever: she sat down and cried again. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "You ought to be ashamed of yourself," said Alice, "a great girl like + you," (she might well say this,) "to cry in this way! Stop this instant, + I tell you!" But she cried on all the same, shedding gallons of tears, + until there was a large pool, about four inches deep, all round her, and + reaching half way across the hall. After a time, she heard a little + pattering of feet in the distance, and<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_13" id="CPage_13">[13]</a></span> dried her eyes to see what + was coming. It was the white rabbit coming back again, splendidly + dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand, and a nosegay in + the other. Alice was ready to ask help of any one, she felt so + desperate, and as the rabbit passed her, she said, in a low, timid + voice, "If you please, Sir—" the rabbit started violently, looked + up once into the roof of the hall, from which the voice seemed to come, + and then dropped the nosegay and the white kid gloves, and skurried away + into the darkness, as hard as it could go. + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_013.jpg" width="300" height="280" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + Alice took up the nosegay and gloves, and found the nosegay so delicious + that she kept smelling at it all the time she went on talking to herself—"dear, + dear! how queer everything is today! and yesterday everything happened + just as usual: I wonder if I was changed in the night? Let me think: was + I the same when I got up this morning? I think I remember<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_14" id="CPage_14">[14]</a></span> feeling + rather different. But if I'm not the same, who in the world am I? Ah, + that's the great puzzle!" And she began thinking over all the children + she knew of the same age as herself, to see if she could have been + changed for any of them. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I'm sure I'm not Gertrude," she said, "for her hair goes in such long + ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all—and I'm sure I + ca'n't be Florence, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she + knows such a very little! Besides, she's she, and I'm I, and—oh + dear! how puzzling it 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 fourteen—oh dear! I shall never + get to twenty at this rate! But the Multiplication Table don't signify—let's + try Geography. London is the capital of France, and Rome is the capital + of Yorkshire, and Paris—oh dear! dear! <span class="u">that's</span> + all wrong, I'm certain! I must have been changed for Florence! I'll try + and say "How doth the little,"" and she crossed her hands on her<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_15" id="CPage_15">[15]</a></span> lap, + and began, but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did + not sound the same as they used to do: + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"How doth the little crocodile<br /></span> <span + class="i2">Improve its shining tail,<br /></span> <span class="i0">And + pour the waters of the Nile<br /></span> <span class="i2">On every + golden scale!<br /></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"How cheerfully it seems to grin!<br /></span> <span + class="i2">How neatly spreads its claws!<br /></span> <span class="i0">And + welcomes little fishes in<br /></span> <span class="i2">With + gently-smiling jaws!"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="font"> + "I'm sure those are not the right words," said poor Alice, and her eyes + filled with tears as she thought "I must be Florence after all, and I + shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next to no + toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No! I've made + up my mind about it: if I'm Florence, I'll stay down here! It'll be no + use their putting their heads down and saying 'come <span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_16" id="CPage_16">[16]</a></span>up, dear!' I shall only + look up and say 'who am I then? answer me that first, and then, if I + like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till + I'm somebody else—but, oh dear!" cried Alice with a sudden burst + of tears, "I do wish they <span class="u">would</span> put their heads + down! I am so tired of being all alone here!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + As she said this, she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to + find she had put on one of the rabbit's little gloves while she was + talking. "How <span class="u">can</span> I have done that?" thought she, + "I must be growing small again." She got up and went to the table to + measure herself by it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess, she + was now about two feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: soon + she found out that the reason of it was the nosegay she held in her + hand: she dropped it hastily, just in time to save herself from + shrinking away altogether, and found that she was now only three inches + high. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Now for the garden!" cried Alice,<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_17" id="CPage_17">[17]</a></span> as she hurried back to the + little door, but the little door was locked again, and the little gold + key was lying on the glass table as before, and "things are worse than + ever!" thought the poor little girl, "for I never was as small as this + before, never! And I declare it's too bad, it is!" + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_017.jpg" width="300" height="225" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + At this moment her foot slipped, and splash! she was up to her chin in + salt water. Her first idea was that she had fallen into the sea: then + she remembered that she was under ground, and she soon made out that it + was the pool of tears she had wept when she was nine feet high. "I wish + I hadn't cried so much!" said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find + her way out, "I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being + drowned in my own tears! Well! that'll<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_18" id="CPage_18">[18]</a></span> be a queer thing, to be + sure! However, every thing is queer today." Very soon she saw something + splashing about in the pool near her: at first she thought it must be a + walrus or a hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was + herself, and soon made out that it was only a mouse, that had slipped in + like herself. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Would it be any use, now," thought Alice, "to speak to this mouse? The + rabbit is something quite out-of-the-way, no doubt, and so have I been, + ever since I came down here, but that is no reason why the mouse should + not be able to talk. I think I may as well try." + </p> + <p class="font"> + So she began: "oh Mouse, do you know how to get out of this pool? I am + very tired of swimming about here, oh Mouse!" The mouse looked at her + rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little + eyes, but it said nothing. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_019.jpg" width="600" height="318" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + "Perhaps it doesn't understand English," thought Alice; "I daresay it's + a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror!" (for,<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_20" id="CPage_20">[20]</a></span>with all + her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago + anything had happened,) so she began again: "où est ma chatte?" + which was the first sentence out of her French lesson-book. The mouse + gave a sudden jump in the pool, and seemed to quiver with fright: "oh, I + beg your pardon!" cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor + animal's feelings, "I quite forgot you didn't like cats!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Not like cats!" cried the mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice, "would + <span class="u">you</span> like cats if you were me?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Well, perhaps not," said Alice in a soothing tone, "don't be angry + about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think you'd + take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear quiet + thing," said Alice, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the + pool, "she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and + washing her face: and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse, and she's + such a capital one for catching mice—oh! I beg your pardon!" cried + poor Alice<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_21" id="CPage_21">[21]</a></span> + again, for this time the mouse was bristling all over, and she felt + certain that it was really offended, "have I offended you?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Offended indeed!" cried the mouse, who seemed to be positively + trembling with rage, "our family always <span class="u">hated</span> + cats! Nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't talk to me about them any more!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I won't indeed!" said Alice, in a great hurry to change the + conversation, "are you—are you—fond of—dogs?" The + mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: "there is such a nice + little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little + bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh! such long curly brown hair! And + it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its + dinner, and all sorts of things—I ca'n't remember half of them—and + it belongs to a farmer, and he says it kills all the rats and—oh + dear!" said Alice sadly, "I'm afraid I've offended it again!" for the + mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making + quite a commotion in the pool as it went.<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_22" id="CPage_22">[22]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + So she called softly after it: "mouse dear! Do come back again, and we + won't talk about cats and dogs any more, if you don't like them!" When + the mouse heard this, it turned and swam slowly back to her: its face + was quite pale, (with passion, Alice thought,) and it said in a + trembling low voice "let's get to the shore, and then I'll tell you my + history, and you'll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs." + </p> + <p class="font"> + It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite full of birds and + animals that had fallen into it. There was a Duck and a Dodo, a Lory and + an Eaglet, and several other curious creatures. Alice led the way, and + the whole party swam to the shore. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_023.jpg" width="600" height="310" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_024.jpg" width="600" height="940" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_24" id="CPage_24">[24]</a></span> + </p> + <h2 class="font"> + <a name="CChapter_II" id="CChapter_II"></a>Chapter II + </h2> + <p class="font"> + They were indeed a curious looking party that assembled on the bank—the + birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur clinging close + to them—all dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable. The first + question of course was, how to get dry: they had a consultation about + this, and Alice hardly felt at all surprised at finding herself talking + familiarly with the birds, as if she had known them all her life. + Indeed, she had quite a long argument with the Lory, who at last turned + sulky, and would only say "I am older than you, and must know best," and + this Alice would not admit without knowing how old the Lory was, and as + the Lory positively refused to tell its age, there was nothing more to + be said.<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_25" id="CPage_25">[25]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + At last the mouse, who seemed to have some authority among them, called + out "sit down, all of you, and attend to me! I'll soon make you dry + enough!" They all sat down at once, shivering, in a large ring, Alice in + the middle, with her eyes anxiously fixed on the mouse, for she felt + sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Ahem!" said the mouse, with a self-important air, "are you all ready? + This is the driest thing I know. Silence all round, if you please! + </p> + <p class="font"> + "William the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the pope, was soon + submitted to by the English, who wanted leaders, and had been of late + much accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the earls + of Mercia and Northumbria—" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Ugh!" said the Lory with a shiver. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I beg your pardon?" said the mouse, frowning, but very politely, "did + you speak?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Not I!" said the Lory hastily. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I thought you did," said the mouse, "I proceed. Edwin and Morcar, the + earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him;<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_26" id="CPage_26">[26]</a></span> and even Stigand, the + patriotic archbishop of Canterbury, found it advisable to go with Edgar + Atheling to meet William and offer him the crown. William's conduct was + at first moderate—how are you getting on now, dear?" said the + mouse, turning to Alice as it spoke. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "As wet as ever," said poor Alice, "it doesn't seem to dry me at all." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "In that case," said the Dodo solemnly, rising to his feet, "I move that + the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more energetic + remedies—" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Speak English!" said the Duck, "I don't know the meaning of half those + long words, and what's more, I don't believe you do either!" And the + Duck quacked a comfortable laugh to itself. Some of the other birds + tittered audibly. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I only meant to say," said the Dodo in a rather offended tone, "that I + know of a house near here, where we could get the young lady and the + rest of the party dried, and then we could listen comfortably to the + story which I think you were good enough to promise to tell us," bowing + gravely to the mouse.<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_27" + id="CPage_27">[27]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + The mouse made no objection to this, and the whole party moved along the + river bank, (for the pool had by this time began to flow out of the + hall, and the edge of it was fringed with rushes and forget-me-nots,) in + a slow procession, the Dodo leading the way. After a time the Dodo + became impatient, and, leaving the Duck to bring up the rest of the + party, moved on at a quicker pace with Alice, the Lory, and the Eaglet, + and soon brought them to a little cottage, and there they sat snugly by + the fire, wrapped up in blankets, until the rest of the party had + arrived, and they were all dry again. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Then they all sat down again in a large ring on the bank, and begged the + mouse to begin his story. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Mine is a long and a sad tale!" said the mouse, turning to Alice, and + sighing. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "It <span class="u">is</span> a long tail, certainly," said Alice, + looking down with wonder at the mouse's tail, which was coiled nearly + all round the party, "but why do you call it sad?" and she went on + puzzling about this as the mouse went on speaking, so that her idea of + the tale was something like this:<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_28" + id="CPage_28">[28]</a></span> + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_028.jpg" width="500" height="807" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + We lived beneath the mat<br /> <span style="margin-left: 3.5em;">Warm and + snug and fat</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">But one woe, + & that</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 11.5em;">Was the <span + class="u">cat</span>!</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">To + our joys</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 14em;">a clog, In</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 13.5em;">our eyes a</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 11.5em;">fog, On our</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 9em;">hearts a log</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 7em;"><span class="u">Was</span> the dog!</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 7em;">When the</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 3.5em;">cat's away,</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 2.5em;">Then</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 1.5em;">the mice</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 1.5em;">will</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 2.5em;">play,</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 3.5em;">But, alas!</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 4.5em;">one day, (<span class="u">So</span> they + say)</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 7em;">Came the dog and</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 12em;">cat, Hunting</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 16em;">for a</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 17em;">rat,</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 14.5em;">Crushed</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 13em;">the mice</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 11em;">all flat;</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 11em;">Each</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 10.5em;">one</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 10.5em;">as</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 10.5em;">he</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 10.5em;">sat.</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 11.5em;">U</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 12em;">n</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 12.5em;">d</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 13em;">e</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 13.5em;">r</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 14em;">n</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 14.5em;">e</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 15em;">a</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 15.5em;">t</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 16em;">h</span><br /> <br /> <span + style="margin-left: 16em;">t</span><br /> <span style="margin-left: 16em;">h</span><br /> + <span style="margin-left: 16em;">e</span><br /> <br /> <span + style="margin-left: 15em;">m</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 14.5em;">a</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 14em;">t</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 13.5em;">,</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 8.5em;">m r a W</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 5.5em;">g u n s &</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 3.5em;">t a f &</span><br /> <span + style="margin-left: 1.5em;">T h i n k? </span><br /> o f t h a t! <br /> + </p> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_29" id="CPage_29">[29]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "You are not attending!" said the mouse to Alice severely, "what are you + thinking of?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I beg your pardon," said Alice very humbly, "you had got to the fifth + bend, I think?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I had not!" cried the mouse, sharply and very angrily. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "A knot!" said Alice, always ready to make herself useful, and looking + anxiously about her, "oh, do let me help to undo it!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I shall do nothing of the sort!" said the mouse, getting up and walking + away from the party, "you insult me by talking such nonsense!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I didn't mean it!" pleaded poor Alice, "but you're so easily offended, + you know." + </p> + <p class="font"> + The mouse only growled in reply. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Please come back and finish your story!" Alice called after it, and the + others all joined in chorus "yes, please do!" but the mouse only shook + its ears, and walked quickly away, and was soon out of sight. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "What a pity it wouldn't stay!" sighed the Lory, and an old Crab took + the opportunity of saying to its daughter "Ah, my dear!<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_30" id="CPage_30">[30]</a></span> let + this be a lesson to you never to lose <span class="u">your</span> + temper!" "Hold your tongue, Ma!" said the young Crab, a little + snappishly, "you're enough to try the patience of an oyster!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!" said Alice aloud, addressing + no one in particular, "she'd soon fetch it back!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question?" said the + Lory. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img class="img1" src="images/image_031.jpg" width="600" height="306" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + Alice replied eagerly, for she was always ready to talk about her pet, + "Dinah's our cat. And she's such a capital one for catching mice, you + can't think! And oh! I wish you could see her after the birds! Why, + she'll eat a little bird as soon as look at it!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + This answer caused a remarkable sensation among the party: some of the + birds hurried off at once; one old magpie began wrapping itself up very + carefully, remarking "I really must be getting home: the night air does + not suit my throat," and a canary called out in a trembling voice to its + children "come away from her, my dears, she's no fit company for you!" + On various pretexts, they all moved off, and Alice was soon left alone. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_033.jpg" width="300" height="277" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_32" id="CPage_32">[32]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + She sat for some while sorrowful and silent, but she was not long before + she recovered her spirits, and began talking to herself again as usual: + "I do wish some of them had stayed a little longer! and I was getting to + be such friends with them—really the Lory and I were almost like + sisters! and so was that dear little Eaglet! And then the Duck and the + Dodo! How nicely the Duck sang to us as we came along through the water: + and if the Dodo hadn't known the way to that nice little cottage, I + don't know when we should have got dry again—" and there is no + knowing how long she might have prattled on in this way, if she had not + suddenly caught the sound of pattering feet. + </p> + <p class="font"> + It was the white rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking + anxiously about it as it went, as if it had lost something, and she + heard it muttering to itself "the Marchioness! the Marchioness! oh my + dear paws! oh my fur and whiskers! She'll have me executed, as sure as + ferrets<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_33" id="CPage_33">[33]</a></span> + are ferrets! Where <span class="u">can</span> I have dropped them, I + wonder?" Alice guessed in a moment that it was looking for the nosegay + and the pair of white kid gloves, and she began hunting for them, but + they were now nowhere to be seen—everything seemed to have changed + since her swim in the pool, and her walk along the river-bank with its + fringe of rushes and forget-me-nots, and the glass table and the little + door had vanished. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Soon the rabbit noticed Alice, as she stood looking curiously about her, + and at once said in a quick angry tone, "why, Mary Ann! what <span + class="u">are</span> you doing out here? Go home this moment, and look + on my dressing-table for my gloves and nosegay, and fetch them here, as + quick as you can run, do you hear?" and Alice was so much frightened + that she ran off at once, without<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_34" + id="CPage_34">[34]</a></span> saying a word, in the direction which the + rabbit had pointed out. + </p> + <p class="font"> + She soon found herself in front of a neat little house, on the door of + which was a bright brass plate with the name <b>W. RABBIT, ESQ.</b> She + went in, and hurried upstairs, for fear she should meet the real Mary + Ann and be turned out of the house before she had found the gloves: she + knew that one pair had been lost in the hall, "but of course," thought + Alice, "it has plenty more of them in its house. How queer it seems to + be going messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah'll be sending me + messages next!" And she began fancying the sort of things that would + happen: "Miss Alice! come here directly and get ready for your walk!" + "Coming in a minute, nurse! but I've got to watch this mousehole till + Dinah comes back, and see that the mouse doesn't get out—" "only I + don't think," Alice went on, "that they'd let Dinah stop in the house, + if it began ordering people about like that!"<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_35" id="CPage_35">[35]</a></span> + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_035.jpg" width="300" height="306" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room, with a table + in the window on which was a looking-glass and, (as Alice had hoped,) + two or three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: she took up a pair of + gloves, and was just going to leave the room, when her eye fell upon a + little bottle that stood near the looking-glass: there was no label on + it this time with the words "drink me," but nonetheless she uncorked it + and put it to her lips: "I know something interesting is sure to + happen," she said to herself, "whenever I eat or drink anything, so I'll + see what this bottle does. I do hope it'll make me grow larger, for I'm + quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + It did so indeed, and much sooner<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_36" + id="CPage_36">[36]</a></span> than she expected: before she had drunk + half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and + she stooped to save her neck from being broken, and hastily put down the + bottle, saying to herself "that's quite enough—I hope I sha'n't + grow any more—I wish I hadn't drunk so much!" + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_036.jpg" width="300" height="317" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + Alas! it was too late: she went on growing and growing, and very soon + had to kneel down: in another minute there was not room even for this, + and she tried the effect of lying down, with one elbow against the door, + and the other arm curled round her head. Still she went on growing, and + as a last resource she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up + the chimney, and said to herself "now I can do no more—what <span + class="u">will</span> become of me?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_38" id="CPage_38">[38]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, + and she grew no larger; still it was very uncomfortable, and as there + seemed to be no sort of chance of ever getting out of the room again, no + wonder she felt unhappy. "It was much pleasanter at home," thought poor + Alice, "when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and being + ordered about by mice and rabbits—I almost wish I hadn't gone down + that rabbit-hole, and yet, and yet—it's rather curious, you know, + this sort of life. I do wonder what <span class="u">can</span> have + happened to me! When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that sort of + thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There out + to be a book written about me, that there ought! and when I grow up I'll + write one—but I'm grown up now" said she in a sorrowful tone, "at + least there's no room to grow up any more <span class="u">here</span>." + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_037.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" + height="322" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + "But then," thought Alice, "shall I <span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_39" id="CPage_39">[39]</a></span><span class="u">never</span> + get any older than I am now? That'll be a comfort, one way—never + to be an old woman—but then—always to have lessons to learn! + Oh, I shouldn't like <span class="u">that</span>!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Oh, you foolish Alice!" she said again, "how can you learn lessons in + here? Why, there's hardly room for you, and no room at all for any + lesson-books!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + And so she went on, taking first one side, and then the other, and + making quite a conversation of it altogether, but after a few minutes + she heard a voice outside, which made her stop to listen. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Mary Ann! Mary Ann!" said the voice, "fetch me my gloves this moment!" + Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs: Alice knew it was + the rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook the + house, quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large + as the rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it. Presently the + rabbit came to the door, and tried to open it, but as it opened inwards, + and Alice's elbow was against it, the attempt proved a failure. Alice + heard it<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_40" id="CPage_40">[40]</a></span> + say to itself "then I'll go round and get in at the window." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "<span class="u">That</span> you wo'n't!" thought Alice, and, after + waiting till she fancied she heard the rabbit, just under the window, + she suddenly spread out her hand, and made a snatch in the air. She did + not get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall and a + crash of breaking glass, from which she concluded that it was just + possible it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_040.jpg" width="300" height="319" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + Next came an angry voice—the rabbit's—"Pat, Pat! where are + you?" And then a voice she had never heard before, "shure then I'm here! + digging for apples, anyway, yer honour!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Digging for apples indeed!" said the rabbit angrily, "here, come and + help me<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_41" id="CPage_41">[41]</a></span> + out of <span class="u">this</span>!"—Sound of more breaking glass. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Now, tell me, Pat, what is that coming out of the window?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Shure it's an arm, yer honour!" (He pronounced it "arrum".) + </p> + <p class="font"> + "An arm, you goose! Who ever saw an arm that size? Why, it fills the + whole window, don't you see?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Shure, it does, yer honour, but it's an arm for all that." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Well, it's no business there: go and take it away!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers + now and then, such as "shure I don't like it, yer honour, at all at + all!" "do as I tell you, you coward!" and at last she spread out her + hand again and made another snatch in the air. This time there were + <span class="u">two</span> little shrieks, and more breaking glass—"what + a number of cucumber-frames there must be!" thought Alice, "I wonder + what they'll do next! As for pulling me out of the window, I only wish + they <span class="u">could</span>! I'm sure <span class="u">I</span> + don't want to stop in here any longer!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + She waited for some time without<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_42" + id="CPage_42">[42]</a></span> hearing anything more: at last came a + rumbling of little cart-wheels, and the sound of a good many voices all + talking together: she made out the words "where's the other ladder?—why, + I hadn't to bring but one, Bill's got the other—here, put 'em up + at this corner—no, tie 'em together first—they don't reach + high enough yet—oh, they'll do well enough, don't be particular—here, + Bill! catch hold of this rope—will the roof bear?—mind that + loose slate—oh, it's coming down! heads below!—" (a loud + crash) "now, who did that?—it was Bill, I fancy—who's to go + down the chimney?—nay, <span class="u">I</span> sha'n't! <span + class="u">you</span> do it!—<span class="u">that</span> I won't + then—Bill's got to go down—here, Bill! the master says + you've to go down the chimney!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Oh, so Bill's got to come down the chimney, has he?" said Alice to + herself, "why, they seem to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn't be in + Bill's place for a good deal: the fireplace is a pretty tight one, but I + <span class="u">think</span> I can kick a little!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited till + she<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_43" id="CPage_43">[43]</a></span> + heard a little animal (she couldn't guess what sort it was) scratching + and scrambling in the chimney close above her: then, saying to herself + "this is Bill," she gave one sharp kick, and waited again to see what + would happen next. + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_043.jpg" width="300" height="325" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + The first thing was a general chorus of "there goes Bill!" then the + rabbit's voice alone "catch him, you by the hedge!" then silence, and + then another confusion of voices, "how was it, old fellow? what happened + to you? tell us all about it." + </p> + <p class="font"> + Last came a little feeble squeaking voice, ("that's Bill" thought + Alice,) which said "well, I hardly know—I'm all of a fluster + myself—something comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and the next + minute up I goes like a rocket!" "And so you did, old fellow!" said the + other voices.<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_44" id="CPage_44">[44]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "We must burn the house down!" said the voice of the rabbit, and Alice + called out as loud as she could "if you do, I'll set Dinah at you!" This + caused silence again, and while Alice was thinking "but how can I get + Dinah here?" she found to her great delight that she was getting + smaller: very soon she was able to get up out of the uncomfortable + position in which she had been lying, and in two or three minutes more + she was once more three inches high. + </p> + <p class="font"> + She ran out of the house as quick as she could, and found quite a crowd + of little animals waiting outside—guinea-pigs, white mice, + squirrels, and "Bill" a little green lizard, that was being supported in + the arms of one of the guinea-pigs, while another was giving it + something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at her the moment she + appeared, but Alice ran her hardest, and soon found herself in a thick + wood. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_045.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" + height="316" class="img1" /> + </div> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_046.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" + height="937" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_46" id="CPage_46">[46]</a></span> + </p> + <h2 class="font"> + <a name="CChapter_III" id="CChapter_III"></a>Chapter III + </h2> + <p class="font"> + "The first thing I've got to do," said Alice to herself, as she wandered + about in the wood, "is to grow to my right size, and the second thing is + to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best + plan." + </p> + <p class="font"> + It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply + arranged: the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea + how to set about it, and while she was peering anxiously among the trees + round her, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a + great hurry. + </p> + <p class="font"> + An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and + feebly stretching out one paw, trying to reach her: "poor thing!" said + Alice in a coaxing tone,<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_47" + id="CPage_47">[47]</a></span> and she tried hard to whistle to it, but + she was terribly alarmed all the while at the thought that it might be + hungry, in which case it would probably devour her in spite of all her + coaxing. Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of + stick, and held it out to the puppy: whereupon the puppy jumped into the + air off all its feet at once, and with a yelp of delight 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 at the other side, the puppy made another dart at the stick, + and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold: then Alice, + thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and + expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the + thistle again: then the puppy begin a series of short charges at the + stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long way back, + and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way + off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great + eyes half shut.<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_48" id="CPage_48">[48]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape. She set + off at once, and ran till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the + distance, and till she was quite tired and out of breath. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "And yet what a dear little puppy it was!" said Alice, as she leant + against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with her hat. "I + should have liked teaching it tricks, if—if I'd only been the + right size to do it! Oh! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up + again! Let me see; how <i>is</i> it to be managed? I suppose I ought to + eat or drink something or other, but the great question is what?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her at + the flowers and the blades of grass but could not see anything that + looked like the right thing to eat under the circumstances. There was a + large mushroom near her, about the same height as herself, and when she + had looked under it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred + to her to look and see what was on the top of it. + </p> + <p class="font"> + She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the + mushroom,<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_49" id="CPage_49">[49]</a></span> + and her eyes immediately met those of a large blue caterpillar, which + was sitting with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and + taking not the least notice of her or of anything else. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_049.jpg" width="300" height="356" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + For some time they looked at each other in silence: at last the + caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and languidly addressed + her. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Who are you?" said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p class="font"> + This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation: Alice replied + rather shyly, "I—I hardly know, sir, just at present—at + least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must + have been changed several times since that." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "What do you mean by that?" said the caterpillar, "explain yourself!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I ca'n't explain <span class="u">myself</span>, I'm afraid, sir,"<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_50" id="CPage_50">[50]</a></span> said + Alice, "because I'm not myself, you see." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I don't see," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I'm afraid I can't put it more clearly," Alice replied very politely, + "for I ca'n't understand it myself, and really to be so many different + sizes in one day is very confusing." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "It isn't," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Well, perhaps you haven't found it so yet," said Alice, "but when you + have to turn into a chrysalis, you know, and then after that into a + butterfly, I should think it'll feel a little queer, don't you think + so?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Not a bit," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "All I know is," said Alice, "it would feel queer to <span class="u">me</span>." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "<span class="u">You</span>!" said the caterpillar contemptuously, "who + are you?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation: + Alice felt a little irritated at the caterpillar making such very short + remarks, and she drew herself up and said very gravely "I think you + ought to tell me who <span class="u">you</span> are, first." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Why?" said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Here was another puzzling question:<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_51" id="CPage_51">[51]</a></span> and as Alice had no reason + ready, and the caterpillar seemed to be in a very bad temper, she turned + round and walked away. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Come back!" the caterpillar called after her, "I've something important + to say!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + This sounded promising: Alice turned and came back again. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Keep your temper," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Is that all?" said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she + could. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "No," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and + perhaps after all the caterpillar might tell her something worth + hearing. For some minutes it puffed away at its hookah without speaking, + but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth + again, and said "so you think you're changed, do you?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Yes, sir," said Alice, "I ca'n't remember the things I used to know—I've + tried to say "How doth the little busy bee" and it came all different!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Try and repeat "You are old, father William"," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Alice folded her hands, and began: + </p> + <div class="figcenter " style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_052.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" + height="333" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_53" id="CPage_53">[53]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="center font"> + 1. + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"You are old, father William," the young man said,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">"And your hair is exceedingly white:<br /></span> + <span class="i0">And yet you incessantly stand on your head—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Do you think, at your age, it is right?"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="center font"> + 2. + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"In my youth," father William replied to his son,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">"I feared it <span class="u">might</span> injure the + brain<br /></span> <span class="i0">But now that I'm perfectly sure I + have none,<br /></span> <span class="i2">Why, I do it again and again."<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_054.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" + height="344" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_55" id="CPage_55">[55]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="center font"> + 3. + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned + before,<br /></span> <span class="i2">And have grown most uncommonly + fat:<br /></span> <span class="i0">Yet you turned a back-somersault in + at the door—<br /></span> <span class="i2">Pray what is the + reason of that?"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="center font"> + 4. + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his gray + locks,<br /></span> <span class="i2">"I kept all my limbs very supple,<br /></span> + <span class="i0">By the use of this ointment, five shillings the box—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Allow me to sell you a couple."<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_056.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" + height="337" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_57" id="CPage_57">[57]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="center font"> + 5. + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too + weak<br /></span> <span class="i2">For anything tougher than suet:<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Yet you eat all the goose, with the bones and the + beak—<br /></span> <span class="i2">Pray, how did you manage to + do it?"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="center font"> + 6. + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"In my youth," said the old man, "I took to the law,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">And argued each case with my wife,<br /></span> <span + class="i0">And <span class="u">the muscular strength</span>, <span + class="u">which it gave to my jaw</span>,<br /></span> <span class="i2">Has + lasted the rest of my life."<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_058.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" + height="330" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_59" id="CPage_59">[59]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="center font"> + 7. + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"You are old," said the youth; "one would hardly + suppose<br /></span> <span class="i2">That your eye was as steady as + ever:<br /></span> <span class="i0">Yet you balanced an eel on the end + of your nose—<br /></span> <span class="i2">What made you so + <span class="u">awfully</span> clever?"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="center font"> + 8. + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"I have answered three questions, and that is + enough,"<br /></span> <span class="i2">Said his father, "don't give + yourself airs!<br /></span> <span class="i0">Do you think I can listen + all day to such stuff?<br /></span> <span class="i2">Be off, or I'll + kick you down stairs!"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_60" id="CPage_60">[60]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "That is not said right," said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Not quite right, I'm afraid," said Alice timidly, "some of the words + have got altered." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "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. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "What size do you want to be?" it asked. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Oh, I'm not particular as to size," Alice hastily replied, "only one + doesn't like changing so often, you know." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Are you content now?" said the caterpillar. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Well, I should like to be a <span class="u">little</span> larger, sir, + if you wouldn't mind," said Alice, "three inches is such a wretched + height to be." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "It is a very good height indeed!" said the caterpillar loudly and + angrily, rearing itself straight up as it spoke (it was exactly three + inches high). + </p> + <p class="font"> + "But I'm not used to it!" pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone, and she + thought to herself "I wish the creatures wouldn't be so easily + offended!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "You'll get used to it in time," said the caterpillar, and it put the + hookah into its mouth, and began smoking again.<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_61" id="CPage_61">[61]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + This time Alice waited quietly until it chose to speak again: in a few + minutes the caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and got down + off the mushroom, and crawled away into the grass, merely remarking as + it went; "the top will make you grow taller, and the stalk will make you + grow shorter." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "The top of <span class="u">what</span>? the stalk of <span class="u">what</span>?" + thought Alice. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_061.jpg" width="300" height="301" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + "Of the mushroom," said the caterpillar, just as if she had asked it + aloud, and in another moment was out of sight. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, and + then picked it and carefully broke it in two, taking the stalk in one + hand, and the top in the other. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "<span class="u">Which</span> does the stalk do?" she said, and nibbled + a little bit of it to try; the next moment she felt a violent blow on + her chin: it had struck her foot!<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_62" + id="CPage_62">[62]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but as she + did not shrink any further, and had not dropped the top of the mushroom, + she did not give up hope yet. There was hardly room to open her mouth, + with her chin pressing against her foot, but she did it at last, and + managed to bite off a little bit of the top of the mushroom. + </p> + <hr style="width: 45%;" /> + <p class="font"> + "Come! my head's free at last!" said Alice in a tone of delight, which + changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders + were nowhere to be seen: she looked down upon an immense length of neck, + which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay + far below her. + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 150px;"> + <img src="images/image_062.jpg" width="150" height="535" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_63" id="CPage_63">[63]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "What <span class="u">can</span> all that green stuff be?" said Alice, + "and where <span class="u">have</span> my shoulders 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 rustling + among the leaves. Then she tried to bring her head down to her hands, + and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in every + direction, like a serpent. She had just succeeded in bending it down in + a beautiful zig-zag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, which + she found to be the tops of the trees of the wood she had been wandering + in, when a sharp hiss made her draw back: a large pigeon had flown into + her face, and was violently beating her with its wings. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_063.jpg" width="300" height="303" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + "Serpent!" screamed the pigeon. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I'm <span class="u">not</span> a serpent!" said Alice indignantly, "let + me alone!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_64" id="CPage_64">[64]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I've tried every way!" the pigeon said desperately, with a kind of sob: + "nothing seems to suit 'em!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I haven't the least idea what you mean," said Alice. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried banks, and I've tried + hedges," the pigeon went on without attending to her, "but them + serpents! There's no pleasing 'em!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no use in + saying anything till the pigeon had finished. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "As if it wasn't trouble enough hatching the eggs!" said the pigeon, + "without being on the look out for serpents, day and night! Why, I + haven't had a wink of sleep these three weeks!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I'm very sorry you've been annoyed," said Alice, beginning to see its + meaning. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "And just as I'd taken the highest tree in the wood," said the pigeon + raising its voice to a shriek, "and was just thinking I was free of 'em + at last, they must needs come down from the sky! Ugh! Serpent!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "But I'm <span class="u">not</span> a serpent," said Alice, "I'm a—I'm + a—" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Well! <span class="u">What</span> are you?" said the pigeon, "I see + you're trying to invent something."<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_65" id="CPage_65">[65]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I—I'm a little girl," said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she + remembered the number of changes she had gone through. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "A likely story indeed!" said the pigeon, "I've seen a good many of them + in my time, but never <span class="u">one</span> with such a neck as + yours! No, you're a serpent, I know <span class="u">that</span> well + enough! I suppose you'll tell me next that you never tasted an egg!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I <span class="u">have</span> tasted eggs, certainly," said Alice, who + was a very truthful child, "but indeed I do'n't want any of yours. I + do'n't like them raw." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Well, be off, then!" said the pigeon, and settled down into its nest + again. Alice crouched down among the trees, as well as she could, as her + neck kept getting entangled among the branches, and several times she + had to stop and untwist it. Soon she remembered the pieces of mushroom + which she still held in her hands, and set to work very carefully, + nibbling first at one and then at the other, and growing sometimes + taller and sometimes shorter, until she had succeeded in bringing + herself down to her usual size. + </p> + <p class="font"> + It was so long since she had been of the right size that it felt quite + strange<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_66" id="CPage_66">[66]</a></span> + at first, but she got quite used to it in a minute or two, and began + talking to herself as usual: "well! there's half my plan done now! How + puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what I'm going to be, + from one minute to another! However, I've got to my right size again: + the next thing is, to get into that beautiful garden—how <span + class="u">is</span> that to be done, I wonder?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a doorway + leading right into it. "That's very curious!" she thought, "but + everything's curious today: I may as well go in." And in she went. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the little + glass table: "now, I'll manage better this time" she said to herself, + and began by taking the little golden key, and unlocking the door that + led into the garden. Then she set to work eating the pieces of mushroom + till she was about fifteen inches high: then she walked down the little + passage: and <span class="u">then</span>—she found herself at last + in the beautiful garden, among the bright flowerbeds and the cool + fountains. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> + <img src="images/image_067.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="400" + height="754" class="img1" /> + </div> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_068.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" + height="967" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_68" id="CPage_68">[68]</a></span> + </p> + <h2 class="font"> + <a name="CChapter_IV" id="CChapter_IV"></a>Chapter IV + </h2> + <p class="font"> + A large rose tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses on it + were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them + red. This Alice thought a very curious thing, and she went near to watch + them, and just as she came up she heard one of them say "look out, Five! + Don't go splashing paint over me like that!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I couldn't help it," said Five in a sulky tone, "Seven jogged my + elbow." + </p> + <p class="font"> + On which Seven lifted up his head and said "that's right, Five! Always + lay the blame on others!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "<span class="u">You'd</span> better not talk!" said Five, "I<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_69" id="CPage_69">[69]</a></span> heard + the Queen say only yesterday she thought of having you beheaded!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "What for?" said the one who had spoken first. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "That's not your business, Two!" said Seven. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Yes, it <span class="u">is</span> his business!" said Five, "and I'll + tell him: it was for bringing in tulip-roots to the cook instead of + potatoes." + </p> + <p class="font"> + Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun "well! Of all the unjust + things—" when his eye fell upon Alice, and he stopped suddenly; + the others looked round, and all of them took off their hats and bowed + low. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Would you tell me, please," said Alice timidly, "why you are painting + those roses?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + Five and Seven looked at Two, but said nothing: Two began, in a low + voice, "why, Miss, the fact is, this ought to have been a red rose tree, + and we put a white one in by mistake, and if the Queen was to find it + out, we should all have our heads cut off. So, you see, we're doing our + best, before she comes, to—" At this moment Five, who had been + looking anxiously across the garden called out "the Queen! the Queen!" + and<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_70" id="CPage_70">[70]</a></span> + the three gardeners instantly threw themselves flat upon their faces. + There was a sound of many footsteps, and Alice looked round, eager to + see the Queen. + </p> + <p class="font"> + First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped like the + three gardeners, flat and oblong, with their hands and feet at the + corners: next the ten courtiers; these were all ornamented with + diamonds, and walked two and two, as the soldiers did. After these came + the Royal children: there were ten of them, and the little dears came + jumping merrily along, hand in hand, in couples: they were all + ornamented with hearts. Next came the guests, mostly kings and queens, + among whom Alice recognised the white rabbit: it was talking in a + hurried nervous manner, smiling at everything that was said, and went by + without noticing her. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the + King's crown on a cushion, and, last of all this grand procession, came + <b>THE KING AND QUEEN OF HEARTS</b>. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_071.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" + height="317" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + When the procession came opposite to Alice, they all stopped and looked + at her, and <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_72" id="CPage_72">[72]</a></span>the + Queen said severely "who is this?" She said it to the Knave of Hearts, + who only bowed and smiled in reply. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Idiot!" said the Queen, turning up her nose, and asked Alice "what's + your name?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "My name is Alice, so please your Majesty," said Alice boldly, for she + thought to herself "why, they're only a pack of cards! I needn't be + afraid of them!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Who are these?" said the Queen, pointing to the three gardeners lying + round the rose tree, for, as they were lying on their faces, and the + pattern on their backs was the same as the rest of the pack, she could + not tell whether they were gardeners, or soldiers, or courtiers, or + three of her own children. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "How should <span class="u">I</span> know?" said Alice, surprised at her + own courage, "it's no business of <span class="u">mine</span>." + </p> + <p class="font"> + The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a + minute, began in a voice of thunder "off with her—" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Nonsense!" said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen was + silent. + </p> + <p class="font"> + The King laid his hand upon her arm, and said timidly "remember, my + dear! She is only a child!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_73" + id="CPage_73">[73]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + The Queen turned angrily away from him, and said to the Knave "turn them + over!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + The Knave did so, very carefully, with one foot. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Get up!" said the Queen, in a shrill loud voice, and the three + gardeners instantly jumped up, and began bowing to the King, the Queen, + the Royal children, and everybody else. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Leave off that!" screamed the Queen, "you make me giddy." And then, + turning to the rose tree, she went on "what <span class="u">have</span> + you been doing here?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "May it please your Majesty," said Two very humbly, going down on one + knee as he spoke, "we were trying—" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I see!" said the Queen, who had meantime been examining the roses, "off + with their heads!" and the procession moved on, three of the soldiers + remaining behind to execute the three unfortunate gardeners, who ran to + Alice for protection. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "You sha'n't be beheaded!" said Alice, and she put them into her pocket: + the three soldiers marched once round her, looking for them, and then + quietly marched off after the others. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Are their heads off?" shouted the Queen. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Their heads are gone," the soldiers shouted in reply, "if it please + your Majesty!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_74" id="CPage_74">[74]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "That's right!" shouted the Queen, "can you play croquet?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice, as the question was + evidently meant for her. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Yes!" shouted Alice at the top of her voice. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Come on then!" roared the Queen, and Alice joined the procession, + wondering very much what would happen next. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "It's—it's a very fine day!" said a timid little voice: she was + walking by the white rabbit, who was peeping anxiously into her face. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Very," said Alice, "where's the Marchioness?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Hush, hush!" said the rabbit in a low voice, "she'll hear you. The + Queen's the Marchioness: didn't you know that?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "No, I didn't," said Alice, "what of?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Queen of Hearts," said the rabbit in a whisper, putting its mouth close + to her ear, "and Marchioness of Mock Turtles." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "What are <span class="u">they</span>?" said Alice, but there was no + time for the answer, for they had reached the croquet-ground, and the + game began instantly. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Alice thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in all + her life: it was all in ridges and furrows: the croquet-balls were live + hedgehogs, the mallets live ostriches, and the soldiers had to double + themselves up, and stand <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_76" + id="CPage_76">[76]</a></span>on their feet and hands, to make the + arches. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_075.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" + height="323" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + The chief difficulty which Alice found at first was to manage her + ostrich: she got its body tucked away, comfortably enough, under her + arm, with its legs hanging down, but generally, just as she had got its + neck straightened out nicely, and was going to give a blow with its + head, it <span class="u">would</span> twist itself round, and look up + into her face, with such a puzzled expression that she could not help + bursting out laughing: and when she had got its head down, and was going + to begin again, it was very confusing to find that the hedgehog had + unrolled itself, and was in the act of crawling away: besides all this, + there was generally a ridge or a furrow in her way, wherever she wanted + to send the hedgehog to, and as the doubled-up soldiers were always + getting up and walking off to other<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_77" id="CPage_77">[77]</a></span> parts of the ground, Alice + soon came to the conclusion that it was a very difficult game indeed. + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_076.jpg" width="300" height="309" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + The players all played at once without waiting for turns, and quarrelled + all the while at the tops of their voices, and in a very few minutes the + Queen was in a furious passion, and went stamping about and shouting + "off with his head!" of "off with her head!" about once in a minute. All + those whom she sentenced were taken into custody by the soldiers, who of + course had to leave off being arches to do this, so that, by the end of + half an hour or so, there were no arches left, and all the players, + except the King, the Queen, and Alice, were in custody, and under + sentence of execution. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, and said to Alice "have + you seen the Mock Turtle?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "No," said Alice, "I don't even know what a Mock Turtle is." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Come on then," said the Queen, "and it shall tell you its history." + </p> + <p class="font"> + As they walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low voice, to + the company generally, "you are all pardoned." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Come, that's a good thing!" thought Alice, who had felt quite grieved + at the number of<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_78" id="CPage_78">[78]</a></span> + executions which the Queen had ordered. + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 350px;"> + <img src="images/image_078.jpg" width="350" height="183" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + They very soon came upon a Gryphon, which lay fast asleep in the sun: + (if you don't know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture): "Up, lazy + thing!" said the Queen, "and take this young lady to see the Mock + Turtle, and to hear its history. I must go back and see after some + executions I ordered," and she walked off, leaving Alice with the + Gryphon. Alice did not quite like the look of the creature, but on the + whole she thought it quite as safe to stay as to go after that savage + Queen: so she waited. + </p> + <p class="font"> + The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen till + she was out of sight: then it chuckled. "What fun!" said the Gryphon, + half to itself, half to Alice. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "What <span class="u">is</span> the fun?" said Alice. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Why, <span class="u">she</span>," said the Gryphon; "it's all her + fancy, that: they never executes nobody, you know: come on!"<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_79" id="CPage_79">[79]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Everybody says 'come on!' here," thought Alice as she walked slowly + after the Gryphon; "I never was ordered about so before in all my life—never!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the distance, + sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they came + nearer, Alice could here it sighing as if its heart would break. She + pitied it deeply: "what is its sorrow?" she asked the Gryphon, and the + Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, "it's all its + fancy, that: it hasn't got no sorrow, you know: come on!" + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_079.jpg" width="300" height="385" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes + full of tears, but said nothing. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "This here young lady" said the Gryphon,<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_80" id="CPage_80">[80]</a></span> "wants for to know your + history, she do." + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I'll tell it," said the Mock Turtle, in a deep hollow tone, "sit down, + and don't speak till I've finished." + </p> + <p class="font"> + So they sat down, and no one spoke for some minutes: Alice thought to + herself "I don't see how it can <span class="u">ever</span> finish, if + it doesn't begin," but she waited patiently. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Once," said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, "I was a real + Turtle." + </p> + <p class="font"> + These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an + occasional exclamation of "hjckrrh!" from the Gryphon, and the constant + heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and + saying, "thank you, sir, for your interesting story," but she could not + help thinking there <span class="u">must</span> be more to come, so she + sat still and said nothing. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "When we were little," the Mock Turtle went on, more calmly, though + still sobbing a little now and then, "we went to school in the sea. The + master was an old Turtle—we used to call him Tortoise—" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?" asked Alice.<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_81" id="CPage_81">[81]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "We called him Tortoise because he taught us," said the Mock Turtle + angrily, "really you are very dull!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question," + added the Gryphon, and then they both sat silent and looked at poor + Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth: at last the Gryphon said + to the Mock Turtle, "get on, old fellow! Don't be all day!" and the Mock + Turtle went on in these words: + </p> + <p class="font"> + "You may not have lived much under the sea—" ("I haven't," said + Alice,) "and perhaps you were never even introduced to a lobster—" + (Alice began to say "I once tasted—" but hastily checked herself, + and said "no, never," instead,) "so you can have no idea what a + delightful thing a Lobster Quadrille is!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "No, indeed," said Alice, "what sort of a thing is it?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Why," said the Gryphon, "you form into a line along the sea shore—" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Two lines!" cried the Mock Turtle, "seals, turtles, salmon, and so on—advance + twice—" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Each with a lobster as partner!" cried the Gryphon. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> + <img src="images/image_082.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="400" + height="712" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_83" id="CPage_83">[83]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Of course," the Mock Turtle said, "advance twice, set to partners—" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Change lobsters, and retire in same order—" interrupted the + Gryphon. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Then, you know," continued the Mock Turtle, "you throw the—" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "The lobsters!" shouted the Gryphon, with a bound into the air. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "As far out to sea as you can—" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Swim after them!" screamed the Gryphon. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Turn a somersault in the sea!" cried the Mock Turtle, capering wildly + about. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Change lobsters again!" yelled the Gryphon at the top of its voice, + "and then—" + </p> + <div class="figleft" style="width: 300px;"> + <img src="images/image_084.jpg" width="300" height="260" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + "That's all," said the Mock Turtle, suddenly dropping its voice, and the + two creatures, who had been jumping about like mad things all this time, + sat down again very sadly and quietly, and looked at Alice. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "It must be a very pretty dance," said Alice timidly. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Would you like to see a little of it?" said the Mock Turtle. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Very much indeed," said Alice. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Come, let's try the first figure!" said the Mock Turtle to the Gryphon, + "we can do<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_84" id="CPage_84">[84]</a></span> + it without lobsters, you know. Which shall sing?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Oh! <span class="u">you</span> sing!" said the Gryphon, "I've forgotten + the words." + </p> + <p class="font"> + So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice, every now and then + treading on her toes when they came too close, and waving their + fore-paws to mark the time, while the Mock Turtle sang, slowly and + sadly, these words: + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"Beneath the waters of the sea<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Are lobsters thick as thick can be—<br /></span> <span + class="i0">They love to dance with you and me,<br /></span> <span + class="i2">My own, my gentle Salmon!"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="font"> + The Gryphon joined in singing the chorus, which was: + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"Salmon come up! Salmon go down!<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Salmon come twist your tail around!<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Of all the fishes <span class="u">of</span> the sea<br /></span> + <span class="i2">There's none so good as Salmon!"<br /></span> <span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_85" id="CPage_85">[85]</a></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="font"> + "Thank you," said Alice, feeling very glad that the figure was over. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Shall we try the second figure?" said the Gryphon, "or would you prefer + a song?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Oh, a song, please!" Alice replied, so eagerly, that the Gryphon said, + in a rather offended tone, "hm! no accounting for tastes! Sing her 'Mock + Turtle Soup', will you, old fellow!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes choked + with sobs, to sing this: + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Waiting in a hot tureen!<br /></span> <span class="i0">Who + for such dainties would not stoop?<br /></span> <span class="i0">Soup + of the evening, beautiful Soup!<br /></span> <span class="i0">Soup of + the evening, beautiful Soup!<br /></span> <span class="i4">Beau—ootiful + Soo—oop!<br /></span> <span class="i4">Beau—ootiful Soo—oop!<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,<br /></span> + <span class="i4">Beautiful beautiful Soup!<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="font"> + "Chorus again!" cried the Gryphon, and<span class="pagenum"><a + name="CPage_86" id="CPage_86">[86]</a></span> the Mock Turtle had just + begun to repeat it, when a cry of "the trial's beginning!" was heard in + the distance. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Come on!" cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, he hurried + off, without waiting for the end of the song. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "What trial is it?" panted Alice as she ran, but the Gryphon only + answered "come on!" and ran the faster, and more and more faintly came, + borne on the breeze that followed them, the melancholy words: + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Beautiful beautiful Soup!"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="font"> + The King and Queen were seated on their throne when they arrived, with a + great crowd assembled around them: the Knave was in custody: and before + the King stood the white rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand, and a + scroll of parchment in the other. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> + <img src="images/image_087.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="400" + height="784" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_88" id="CPage_88">[88]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Herald! read the accusation!" said the King. + </p> + <p class="font"> + On this the white rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then + unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as follows: + </p> + <div class="poem font"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"The Queen of Hearts she made some tarts<br /></span> + <span class="i2">All on a summer day:<br /></span> <span class="i0">The + Knave of Hearts he stole those tarts,<br /></span> <span class="i2">And + took them quite away!"<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <p class="font"> + "Now for the evidence," said the King, "and then the sentence." + </p> + <div class="figright" style="width: 350px;"> + <img src="images/image_088.jpg" width="350" height="338" + alt="Illustration" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + "No!" said the Queen, "first the sentence, and then the evidence!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Nonsense!" cried Alice, so loudly that everybody jumped, "the idea of + having the sentence first!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Hold your tongue!" said the Queen. + </p> + <p class="font"> + "I won't!" said Alice, "you're nothing but a pack of cards! Who cares + for you?" + </p> + <p class="font"> + At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down upon + her: she gave a little scream of fright, and tried to beat them off, and + found herself lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister, + who was gently brushing away some leaves that had fluttered down from + the trees on to her face.<span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_89" + id="CPage_89">[89]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Wake up! Alice dear!" said her sister, "what a nice long sleep you've + had!" + </p> + <p class="font"> + "Oh, I've had such a curious dream!" said Alice, and she told her sister + all her Adventures Under Ground, as you have read them, and when she had + finished, her sister kissed her and said "it <span class="u">was</span> + a curious dream, dear, certainly! But now run in to your tea: it's + getting late." + </p> + <p class="font"> + So Alice ran off, thinking while she ran (as well she might) what a + wonderful dream it had been. + </p> + <hr style="width: 45%;" /> + <p class="font"> + But her sister sat there some while longer, watching the setting sun, + and thinking of little Alice and her Adventures, till she too began + dreaming after a fashion, and this was her dream: + </p> + <p class="font"> + She saw an ancient city, and a quiet river winding near it along the + plain, and up the stream went slowly gliding a boat with a merry party + of children on board—she could hear their voices and laughter like + music over the water—and among them was another little Alice, who + sat listening with bright eager eyes to a tale that was being told, and + she listened for the words of the tale, and lo! it was the dream<span + class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_90" id="CPage_90">[90]</a></span> of her + own little sister. So the boat wound slowly along, beneath the bright + summer-day, with its merry crew and its music of voices and laughter, + till it passed round one of the many turnings of the stream, and she saw + it no more. + </p> + <p class="font"> + Then she thought, (in a dream within the dream, as it were,) how this + same little Alice would, in the after-time, be herself a grown woman: + and how she would keep, through her riper years, the simple and loving + heart of her childhood: and how she would gather around her other little + children, and make <span class="u">their</span> eyes bright and eager + with many a wonderful tale, perhaps even with these very adventures of + the little Alice of long-ago: and how she would feel with all their + simple sorrows, and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, + remembering her own child-life, and the happy summer days. + </p> + <div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> + <img src="images/image_090.jpg" alt="Illustration" width="600" + height="978" class="img1" /> + </div> + <p class="font"> + <span class="pagenum"><a name="CPage_91" id="CPage_91">[91]</a></span> + </p> + <p class="font"> + happy summer days. + </p> + <h3> + THE END. + </h3> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + <i>POSTSCRIPT.</i> + </h2> + <p> + <i>The profits, if any, of this book will be given to Children's + Hospitals and Convalescent Homes for Sick Children; and the accounts, + down to June 30 in each year, will be published in the St. James's + Gazette, on the second Tuesday of the following December.</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>P.P.S.—The thought, so prettily expressed by the little boy, is + also to be found in Longfellow's "Hiawatha," where he appeals to those + who believe</i> + </p> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">"<i>That the feeble hands and helpless,</i><br /></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Groping blindly in the darkness</i>,<br /></span> + <span class="i0"><i>Touch</i> <span class="smcap">God's</span> <i>right + hand in that darkness</i>,<br /></span> <span class="i0"><i>And are + lifted up and strengthened</i>."<br /></span> + </div> + </div> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + "Who will Riddle me the How and the Why?" + </h2> + <p> + <i>So questions one of England's sweetest singers. The "How?" has + already been told, after a fashion, in the verses prefixed to "Alice in + Wonderland"; and some other memories of that happy summer day are set + down, for those who care to see them, in this little book—the germ + that was to grow into the published volume. But the "Why?" cannot, and + need not, be put into words. Those for whom a child's mind is a sealed + book, and who see no divinity in a child's smile, would read such words + in vain: while for any one that has ever loved one true child, no words + are needed. For he will have known the awe that falls on one in the + presence of a spirit fresh from</i> <span class="smcap">God's</span> <i>hands, + on whom no shadow of sin, and but the outermost fringe of the shadow of + sorrow, has yet fallen: he will have felt the bitter contrast between + the haunting selfishness that spoils his best deeds and the life that is + but an overflowing love—for I think a child's</i> first <i>attitude + to the world is a simple love for all living things: and he will have + learned that the best work a man can do is when he works for love's sake + only, with no thought of name, or gain, or earthly reward. No deed of + ours, I suppose, on this side the grave, is really unselfish: yet if one + can put forth all one's powers in a task where nothing of reward is + hoped for but a little child's whispered thanks, and the airy touch of a + little child's pure lips, one seems to come somewhere near to this.</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>There was no idea of publication in my mind when I wrote this little + book</i>: that <i>was wholly an afterthought, pressed on me by the + "perhaps too partial friends" who always have to bear the blame when a + writer rushes into print: and I can truly say that no praise of theirs + has ever given me one hundredth part of the pleasure it has been to + think of the sick children in hospitals (where it has been a delight to + me to send copies) forgetting, for a few bright hours, their pain and + weariness—perhaps thinking lovingly of the unknown writer of the + tale—perhaps even putting up a childish prayer (and oh, how much + it needs!) for one who can but dimly hope to stand, some day, not quite + out of sight of those pure young faces, before the great white throne. + "I am very sure," writes a lady-visitor at a Home for Sick Children, + "that there will be many loving earnest prayers for you on Easter + morning from the children.</i>" + </p> + <p> + <i>I would like to quote further from her letters, as embodying a + suggestion that may perhaps thus come to the notice of some one able and + willing to carry it out.</i> + </p> + <p> + "<i>I want you to send me one of your Easter Greetings for a very dear + child who is dying at our Home. She is just fading away, and 'Alice' has + brightened some of the weary hours in her illness, and I know that + letter would be such a delight to her—especially if you would put + 'Minnie' at the top, and she could know you had sent it for her.</i> She + <i>knows</i> you, <i>and would so value it.... She suffers so much that + I long for what I know would so please her." ... "Thank you very much + for sending me the letter, and for writing Minnie's name.... I am quite + sure that all these children will say a loving prayer for the + 'Alice-man' on Easter Day: and I am sure the letter will help the little + ones to the real Easter joy. How I do wish that you, who have won the + hearts and confidence of so many children, would do for them what is so + very near my heart, and yet what no one will do, viz. write a book for + children about</i> <span class="smcap">God</span> <i>and themselves, + which is</i> not <i>goody, and which begins at the right end, about + religion, to make them see what it really is. I get quite miserable very + often over the children I come across: hardly any of them have an idea + of</i> really <i>knowing that</i> <span class="smcap">God</span> <i>loves + them, or of loving and confiding in Him. They will love and trust</i> + me, <i>and be sure that I want them to be happy, and will not let them + suffer more than is necessary: but as for going to Him in the same way, + they would never think of it. They are dreadfully afraid of Him, if they + think of Him at all, which they generally only do when they have been + naughty, and they look on all connected with Him as very grave and dull: + and, when they are full of fun and thoroughly happy, I am sure they + unconsciously hope He is not looking. I am sure I don't wonder they + think of Him in this way, for people</i> never <i>talk of Him in + connection with what makes their little lives the brightest. If they are + naughty, people put on solemn faces, and say He is very angry or + shocked, or something which frightens them: and, for the rest, He is + talked about only in a way that makes them think of church and having to + be quiet. As for being taught that all Joy and all Gladness and + Brightness is His Joy—that He is wearying for them to be happy, + and is not hard and stern, but always doing things to make their days + brighter, and caring for them so tenderly, and wanting them to run to + Him with</i> all <i>their little joys and sorrows, they are not taught + that. I do so long to make them trust Him as they trust us, to feel that + He will 'take their part' as they do with us in their little woes, and + to go to Him in their plays and enjoyments and not only when they say + their prayers. I was quite grateful to one little dot, a short time ago, + who said to his mother 'when I am in bed, I put out my hand to see if I + can feel</i> <span class="smcap">Jesus</span> <i>and my angel. I thought + perhaps</i> in the dark <i>they'd touch me, but they never have yet.' I + do so want them to</i> want <i>to go to Him, and to feel how, if He is + there, it</i> must <i>be happy.</i>" + </p> + <p> + <i>Let me add—for I feel I have drifted into far too serious a + vein for a preface to a fairy-tale—the deliciously naïve + remark of a very dear child-friend, whom I asked, after an acquaintance + of two or three days, if she had read 'Alice' and the 'Looking-Glass.' + "Oh yes," she replied readily, "I've read both of them! And I think" + (this more slowly and thoughtfully) "I think 'Through the Looking-Glass' + is</i> more <i>stupid than 'Alice's Adventures.' Don't</i> you <i>think + so?" But this was a question I felt it would be hardly discreet for me + to enter upon.</i> + </p> + <p class="sig"> + <i>LEWIS CARROLL.</i> + </p> + <p class="sig1"> + <i>Dec.</i> 1886. + </p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h3> + AN EASTER GREETING + </h3> + <h3> + TO + </h3> + <h3> + EVERY CHILD WHO LOVES + </h3> + <h2> + "Alice." + </h2> + <p> + <span class="smcap">Dear Child</span>, + </p> + <p> + <i>Please to fancy, if you can, that you are reading a real letter, from + a real friend whom you have seen, and whose voice you can seem to + yourself to hear wishing you, as I do now with all my heart, a happy + Easter.</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>Do you know that delicious dreamy feeling when one first wakes on a + summer morning, with the twitter of birds in the air, and the fresh + breeze coming in at the open window—when, lying lazily with eyes + half shut, one sees as in a dream green boughs waving, or waters + rippling in a golden light? It is a pleasure very near to sadness, + bringing tears to one's eyes like a beautiful picture or poem. And is + not that a Mother's gentle hand that undraws your curtains, and a + Mother's sweet voice that summons you to rise? To rise and forget, in + the bright sunlight, the ugly dreams that frightened you so when all was + dark—to rise and enjoy another happy day, first kneeling to thank + that unseen Friend, who sends you the beautiful sun</i>? + </p> + <p> + <i>Are these strange words from a writer of such tales as "Alice"? And + is this a strange letter to find in a book of nonsense? It may be so. + Some perhaps may blame me for thus mixing together things grave and gay; + others may smile and think it odd that any one should speak of solemn + things at all, except in church and on a Sunday: but I think—nay, + I am sure—that some children will read this gently and lovingly, + and in the spirit in which I have written it.</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>For I do not believe God means us thus to divide life into two halves—to + wear a grave face on Sunday, and to think it out-of-place to even so + much as mention Him on a week-day. Do you think He cares to see only + kneeling figures, and to hear only tones of prayer—and that He + does not also love to see the lambs leaping in the sunlight, and to hear + the merry voices of the children, as they roll among the hay? Surely + their innocent laughter is as sweet in His ears as the grandest anthem + that ever rolled up from the "dim religious light" of some solemn + cathedral?</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>And if I have written anything to add to those stores of innocent and + healthy amusement that are laid up in books for the children I love so + well, it is surely something I may hope to look back upon without shame + and sorrow (as how much of life must then be recalled!) when</i> my <i>turn + comes to walk through the valley of shadows.</i> + </p> + <p> + <i>This Easter sun will rise on you, dear child, feeling your "life in + every limb," and eager to rush out into the fresh morning air</i>—<i>and + many an Easter-day will come and go, before it finds you feeble and + gray-headed, creeping wearily out to bask once more in the sunlight—but + it is good, even now, to think sometimes of that great morning when the + "Sun of Righteousness shall arise with healing in his wings.</i>" + </p> + <p> + <i>Surely your gladness need not be the less for the thought that you + will one day see a brighter dawn than this—when lovelier sights + will meet your eyes than any waving trees or rippling waters—when + angel-hands shall undraw your curtains, and sweeter tones than ever + loving Mother breathed shall wake you to a new and glorious day—and + when all the sadness, and the sin, that darkened life on this little + earth, shall be forgotten like the dreams of a night that is past!</i> + </p> + <p class="sig2"> + <i>Your affectionate friend</i>, + </p> + <p class="sig"> + <i>LEWIS CARROLL</i>. + </p> + <p class="sig1"> + <span class="smcap">Easter</span>, 1876. + </p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + CHRISTMAS GREETINGS. + </h2> + <h4> + [FROM A FAIRY TO A CHILD.] + </h4> + <div class="poem"> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Lady dear, if Fairies may<br /></span> <span class="i2">For + a moment lay aside<br /></span> <span class="i0">Cunning tricks and + elfish play,<br /></span> <span class="i2">'Tis at happy + Christmas-tide.<br /></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">We have heard the children say—<br /></span> + <span class="i2">Gentle children, whom we love—<br /></span> + <span class="i0">Long ago, on Christmas Day,<br /></span> <span + class="i2">Came a message from above.<br /></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Still, as Christmas-tide comes round,<br /></span> + <span class="i2">They remember it again—<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Echo still the joyful sound<br /></span> <span class="i2">"Peace + on earth, good-will to men!"<br /></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Yet the hearts must childlike be<br /></span> <span + class="i2">Where such heavenly guests abide:<br /></span> <span + class="i0">Unto children, in their glee,<br /></span> <span class="i2">All + the year is Christmas-tide!<br /></span> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <span class="i0">Thus, forgetting tricks and play<br /></span> <span + class="i2">For a moment, Lady dear,<br /></span> <span class="i0">We + would wish you, if we may,<br /></span> <span class="i2">Merry + Christmas, glad New Year!<br /> </span> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <p class="sig3"> + LEWIS CARROLL. + </p> + <p class="sig1"> + <i>Christmas, 1867.</i> + </p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + WORKS BY LEWIS CARROLL. + </h2> + <h4> + PUBLISHED BY + </h4> + <h3> + MACMILLAN AND CO., LONDON. + </h3> + <p> + <b>ALICE'S ADVENTURES <i>IN</i> WONDERLAND.</b> With Forty-two + Illustrations by <span class="smcap">Tenniel</span>. (First published in + 1865.) Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt edges, price 6<i>s.</i> Seventy-eighth + Thousand. + </p> + <p> + <b>AVENTURES D'ALICE AU PAYS DES MERVEILLES.</b> Traduit de l'Anglais par + Henri Bué. Ouvrage illustré de 42 Vignettes par <span + class="smcap">John Tenniel</span>. (First published in 1869.) Crown 8vo, + cloth, gilt edges, price 6<i>s.</i> + </p> + <p> + <span class="smcap"><b>Alice's Abenteuer im Wunderland.</b> Aus dem + Englischen, von Antonie Zimmermann. Mitt 42 Illustrationen von John + Tenniel.</span> (First published in 1869.) Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt edges, + price 6<i>s.</i> + </p> + <p> + <b>LE AVVENTURE D'ALICE NEL PAESE DELLE MERAVIGLIE.</b> Tradotte dall' + Inglese da <span class="smcap">T. Pietrocòla-Rossetti</span>. Con + 42 Vignette di <span class="smcap">Giovanni Tenniel</span>. (First + published in 1872.) Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt edges, price 6<i>s.</i> + </p> + <p> + <b>THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS AND WHAT ALICE FOUND THERE. </b>With Fifty + Illustrations by <span class="smcap">Tenniel</span>. (First published in + 1871.) Crown 8vo, cloth, gilt edges, price 6<i>s.</i> Fifty sixth + Thousand. + </p> + <p> + <b>RHYME? AND REASON?</b> With Sixty-five Illustrations by <span + class="smcap">Arthur B. Frost</span>, and Nine by <span class="smcap">Henry + Holiday</span>. (This book, first published in 1883, is a reprint, with a + few additions, of the comic portion of "Phantasmagoria and other Poems," + published in 1869, and of "The Hunting of the Snark," published in 1876. + Mr. Frost's pictures are new.) Crown 8vo, cloth, coloured edges, price 6<i>s.</i> + Fifth Thousand. + </p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <h2> + WORKS BY LEWIS CARROLL. + </h2> + <h4> + PUBLISHED BY + </h4> + <h3> + MACMILLAN AND CO., LONDON. + </h3> + <p> + <b>A TANGLED TALE.</b> Reprinted from <i>The Monthly Packet</i>. 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