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chapter i.looking-glass house one thing was certain, that the whitekitten had had nothing to do with it:--it was the black kitten's fault entirely. for the white kitten had been having itsface washed by the old cat for the last quarter of an hour (and bearing it prettywell, considering); so you see that it couldn't have had any hand in the mischief. the way dinah washed her children's faceswas this: first she held the poor thing down by its ear with one paw, and then withthe other paw she rubbed its face all over, the wrong way, beginning at the nose: and

just now, as i said, she was hard at workon the white kitten, which was lying quite still and trying to purr--no doubt feelingthat it was all meant for its good. but the black kitten had been finished withearlier in the afternoon, and so, while alice was sitting curled up in a corner ofthe great arm-chair, half talking to herself and half asleep, the kitten had been having a grand game of romps with theball of worsted alice had been trying to wind up, and had been rolling it up anddown till it had all come undone again; and there it was, spread over the hearth-rug, all knots and tangles, with the kittenrunning after its own tail in the middle.

'oh, you wicked little thing!' cried alice,catching up the kitten, and giving it a little kiss to make it understand that itwas in disgrace. 'really, dinah ought to have taught youbetter manners! you ought, dinah, you know you ought!' sheadded, looking reproachfully at the old cat, and speaking in as cross a voice asshe could manage--and then she scrambled back into the arm-chair, taking the kitten and the worsted with her, and began windingup the ball again. but she didn't get on very fast, as she wastalking all the time, sometimes to the kitten, and sometimes to herself.

kitty sat very demurely on her knee,pretending to watch the progress of the winding, and now and then putting out onepaw and gently touching the ball, as if it would be glad to help, if it might. 'do you know what to-morrow is, kitty?'alice began. 'you'd have guessed if you'd been up in thewindow with me--only dinah was making you tidy, so you couldn't. i was watching the boys getting in sticksfor the bonfire--and it wants plenty of sticks, kitty!only it got so cold, and it snowed so, they had to leave off.

never mind, kitty, we'll go and see thebonfire to-morrow.' here alice wound two or three turns of theworsted round the kitten's neck, just to see how it would look: this led to ascramble, in which the ball rolled down upon the floor, and yards and yards of itgot unwound again. 'do you know, i was so angry, kitty,' alicewent on as soon as they were comfortably settled again, 'when i saw all the mischiefyou had been doing, i was very nearly opening the window, and putting you outinto the snow! and you'd have deserved it, you littlemischievous darling! what have you got to say for yourself?

now don't interrupt me!' she went on,holding up one finger. 'i'm going to tell you all your faults.number one: you squeaked twice while dinah was washing your face this morning. now you can't deny it, kitty: i heard you!what's that you say?' (pretending that the kitten was speaking.)'her paw went into your eye? well, that's your fault, for keeping youreyes open--if you'd shut them tight up, it wouldn't have happened.now don't make any more excuses, but listen! number two: you pulled snowdrop away by thetail just as i had put down the saucer of

milk before her!what, you were thirsty, were you? how do you know she wasn't thirsty too? now for number three: you unwound every bitof the worsted while i wasn't looking! 'that's three faults, kitty, and you've notbeen punished for any of them yet. you know i'm saving up all your punishmentsfor wednesday week--suppose they had saved up all my punishments!' she went on,talking more to herself than the kitten. 'what would they do at the end of a year? i should be sent to prison, i suppose, whenthe day came. or--let me see--suppose each punishment wasto be going without a dinner: then, when

the miserable day came, i should have to gowithout fifty dinners at once! well, i shouldn't mind that much! i'd far rather go without them than eatthem! 'do you hear the snow against the window-panes, kitty? how nice and soft it sounds! just as if some one was kissing the windowall over outside. i wonder if the snow loves the trees andfields, that it kisses them so gently? and then it covers them up snug, you know,with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, "go to sleep, darlings, till the summercomes again."

and when they wake up in the summer, kitty,they dress themselves all in green, and dance about--whenever the wind blows--oh,that's very pretty!' cried alice, dropping the ball of worsted to clap her hands. 'and i do so wish it was true!i'm sure the woods look sleepy in the autumn, when the leaves are getting brown.'kitty, can you play chess? now, don't smile, my dear, i'm asking itseriously. because, when we were playing just now, youwatched just as if you understood it: and when i said "check!" you purred! well, it was a nice check, kitty, andreally i might have won, if it hadn't been

for that nasty knight, that came wigglingdown among my pieces. kitty, dear, let's pretend--' and here iwish i could tell you half the things alice used to say, beginning with her favouritephrase 'let's pretend.' she had had quite a long argument with hersister only the day before--all because alice had begun with 'let's pretend we'rekings and queens;' and her sister, who liked being very exact, had argued that they couldn't, because there were only twoof them, and alice had been reduced at last to say, 'well, you can be one of them then,and i'll be all the rest.' and once she had really frightened her oldnurse by shouting suddenly in her ear,

'nurse!do let's pretend that i'm a hungry hyaena, and you're a bone.' but this is taking us away from alice'sspeech to the kitten. 'let's pretend that you're the red queen,kitty! do you know, i think if you sat up andfolded your arms, you'd look exactly like her.now do try, there's a dear!' and alice got the red queen off the table,and set it up before the kitten as a model for it to imitate: however, the thingdidn't succeed, principally, alice said, because the kitten wouldn't fold its armsproperly.

so, to punish it, she held it up to thelooking-glass, that it might see how sulky it was--'and if you're not good directly,'she added, 'i'll put you through into looking-glass house. how would you like that?''now, if you'll only attend, kitty, and not talk so much, i'll tell you all my ideasabout looking-glass house. first, there's the room you can see throughthe glass--that's just the same as our drawing room, only the things go the otherway. i can see all of it when i get upon achair--all but the bit behind the fireplace.oh! i do so wish i could see that bit!

i want so much to know whether they've afire in the winter: you never can tell, you know, unless our fire smokes, and thensmoke comes up in that room too--but that may be only pretence, just to make it lookas if they had a fire. well then, the books are something like ourbooks, only the words go the wrong way; i know that, because i've held up one of ourbooks to the glass, and then they hold up one in the other room. 'how would you like to live in looking-glass house, kitty? i wonder if they'd give you milk in there? perhaps looking-glass milk isn't good todrink--but oh, kitty! now we come to the

passage. you can just see a little peep of thepassage in looking-glass house, if you leave the door of our drawing-room wideopen: and it's very like our passage as far as you can see, only you know it may bequite different on beyond. oh, kitty! how nice it would be if we couldonly get through into looking-glass house! i'm sure it's got, oh! such beautifulthings in it! let's pretend there's a way of gettingthrough into it, somehow, kitty. let's pretend the glass has got all softlike gauze, so that we can get through. why, it's turning into a sort of mist now,i declare!

it'll be easy enough to get through--' shewas up on the chimney-piece while she said this, though she hardly knew how she hadgot there. and certainly the glass was beginning tomelt away, just like a bright silvery mist. in another moment alice was through theglass, and had jumped lightly down into the looking-glass room. the very first thing she did was to lookwhether there was a fire in the fireplace, and she was quite pleased to find thatthere was a real one, blazing away as brightly as the one she had left behind. 'so i shall be as warm here as i was in theold room,' thought alice: 'warmer, in fact,

because there'll be no one here to scold meaway from the fire. oh, what fun it'll be, when they see methrough the glass in here, and can't get at me!' then she began looking about, and noticedthat what could be seen from the old room was quite common and uninteresting, butthat all the rest was as different as possible. for instance, the pictures on the wall nextthe fire seemed to be all alive, and the very clock on the chimney-piece (you knowyou can only see the back of it in the looking-glass) had got the face of a littleold man, and grinned at her.

'they don't keep this room so tidy as theother,' alice thought to herself, as she noticed several of the chessmen down in thehearth among the cinders: but in another moment, with a little 'oh!' of surprise, she was down on her hands and kneeswatching them. the chessmen were walking about, two andtwo! 'here are the red king and the red queen,'alice said (in a whisper, for fear of frightening them), 'and there are the whiteking and the white queen sitting on the edge of the shovel--and here are two castles walking arm in arm--i don't thinkthey can hear me,' she went on, as she put

her head closer down, 'and i'm nearly surethey can't see me. i feel somehow as if i were invisible--' here something began squeaking on the tablebehind alice, and made her turn her head just in time to see one of the white pawnsroll over and begin kicking: she watched it with great curiosity to see what wouldhappen next. 'it is the voice of my child!' the whitequeen cried out as she rushed past the king, so violently that she knocked himover among the cinders. 'my precious lily! my imperial kitten!' and she beganscrambling wildly up the side of the

fender. 'imperial fiddlestick!' said the king,rubbing his nose, which had been hurt by the fall. he had a right to be a little annoyed withthe queen, for he was covered with ashes from head to foot. alice was very anxious to be of use, and,as the poor little lily was nearly screaming herself into a fit, she hastilypicked up the queen and set her on the table by the side of her noisy littledaughter. the queen gasped, and sat down: the rapidjourney through the air had quite taken

away her breath and for a minute or two shecould do nothing but hug the little lily in silence. as soon as she had recovered her breath alittle, she called out to the white king, who was sitting sulkily among the ashes,'mind the volcano!' 'what volcano?' said the king, looking upanxiously into the fire, as if he thought that was the most likely place to find one.'blew--me--up,' panted the queen, who was still a little out of breath. 'mind you come up--the regular way--don'tget blown up!' alice watched the white king as he slowlystruggled up from bar to bar, till at last

she said, 'why, you'll be hours and hoursgetting to the table, at that rate. i'd far better help you, hadn't i?' but the king took no notice of thequestion: it was quite clear that he could neither hear her nor see her. so alice picked him up very gently, andlifted him across more slowly than she had lifted the queen, that she mightn't takehis breath away: but, before she put him on the table, she thought she might as well dust him a little, he was so covered withashes. she said afterwards that she had never seenin all her life such a face as the king

made, when he found himself held in the airby an invisible hand, and being dusted: he was far too much astonished to cry out, but his eyes and his mouth went on gettinglarger and larger, and rounder and rounder, till her hand shook so with laughing thatshe nearly let him drop upon the floor. 'oh! please don't make such faces, mydear!' she cried out, quite forgetting that the king couldn't hear her.'you make me laugh so that i can hardly hold you! and don't keep your mouth so wide open!all the ashes will get into it--there, now i think you're tidy enough!' she added, asshe smoothed his hair, and set him upon the

table near the queen. the king immediately fell flat on his back,and lay perfectly still: and alice was a little alarmed at what she had done, andwent round the room to see if she could find any water to throw over him. however, she could find nothing but abottle of ink, and when she got back with it she found he had recovered, and he andthe queen were talking together in a frightened whisper--so low, that alicecould hardly hear what they said. the king was saying, 'i assure, you mydear, i turned cold to the very ends of my whiskers!'

to which the queen replied, 'you haven'tgot any whiskers.' 'the horror of that moment,' the king wenton, 'i shall never, never forget!' 'you will, though,' the queen said, 'if youdon't make a memorandum of it.' alice looked on with great interest as theking took an enormous memorandum-book out of his pocket, and began writing. a sudden thought struck her, and she tookhold of the end of the pencil, which came some way over his shoulder, and beganwriting for him. the poor king looked puzzled and unhappy,and struggled with the pencil for some time without saying anything; but alice was toostrong for him, and at last he panted out,

'my dear! i really must get a thinner pencil.i can't manage this one a bit; it writes all manner of things that i don't intend--' 'what manner of things?' said the queen,looking over the book (in which alice had put 'the white knight is sliding down thepoker. he balances very badly') 'that's not amemorandum of your feelings!' there was a book lying near alice on thetable, and while she sat watching the white king (for she was still a little anxiousabout him, and had the ink all ready to throw over him, in case he fainted again),

she turned over the leaves, to find somepart that she could read, '--for it's all in some language i don't know,' she said toherself. it was like this. ykcowrebbajsevotyhtilsehtdna,gillirbsawt' ebawehtnielbmigdnaerygdid,sevogorobehterewysmimlla .ebargtuoshtaremomehtdna she puzzled over this for some time, but atlast a bright thought struck her. 'why, it's a looking-glass book, of course!and if i hold it up to a glass, the words will all go the right way again.'

this was the poem that alice read. jabberwocky'twasbrillig,andtheslithytoves didgyreandgimbleinthewabe;allmimsyweretheborogoves, andthemomerathsoutgrabe. 'bewarethejabberwock,myson!thejawsthatbite,theclawsthatcatch! bewarethejubjubbird,andshunthefrumiousbandersnatch!' hetookhisvorpalswordinhand:longtimethemanxomefoehesought-- sorestedhebythetumtumtree,andstoodawhileinthought. andasinuffishthoughthestood,thejabberwock,witheyesofflame,

camewhifflingthroughthetulgeywood,andburbledasitcame! one,two!one,two!andthroughandthroughthevorpalbladewentsnicker-snack! heleftitdead,andwithitsheadhewentgalumphingback. 'andhastthouslainthejabberwock?cometomyarms,mybeamishboy! ofrabjousday!callooh!callay!'hechortledinhisjoy. 'twasbrillig,andtheslithytovesdidgyreandgimbleinthewabe; allmimsyweretheborogoves,andthemomerathsoutgrabe. 'it seems very pretty,' she said when shehad finished it, 'but it's rather hard to understand!'

(you see she didn't like to confess, evento herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) 'somehow it seems to fill my head withideas--only i don't exactly know what they are!however, somebody killed something: that's clear, at any rate--' 'but oh!' thought alice, suddenly jumpingup, 'if i don't make haste i shall have to go back through the looking-glass, beforei've seen what the rest of the house is like! let's have a look at the garden first!'

she was out of the room in a moment, andran down stairs--or, at least, it wasn't exactly running, but a new invention ofhers for getting down stairs quickly and easily, as alice said to herself. she just kept the tips of her fingers onthe hand-rail, and floated gently down without even touching the stairs with herfeet; then she floated on through the hall, and would have gone straight out at the door in the same way, if she hadn't caughthold of the door-post. she was getting a little giddy with so muchfloating in the air, and was rather glad to find herself walking again in the naturalway.

> chapter ii.the garden of live flowers 'i should see the garden far better,' saidalice to herself, 'if i could get to the top of that hill: and here's a path thatleads straight to it--at least, no, it doesn't do that--' (after going a few yards along the path, and turning several sharpcorners), 'but i suppose it will at last. but how curiously it twists!it's more like a corkscrew than a path! well, this turn goes to the hill, isuppose--no, it doesn't! this goes straight back to the house!well then, i'll try it the other way.'

and so she did: wandering up and down, andtrying turn after turn, but always coming back to the house, do what she would. indeed, once, when she turned a cornerrather more quickly than usual, she ran against it before she could stop herself. 'it's no use talking about it,' alice said,looking up at the house and pretending it was arguing with her.'i'm not going in again yet. i know i should have to get through thelooking-glass again--back into the old room--and there'd be an end of all myadventures!' so, resolutely turning her back upon thehouse, she set out once more down the path,

determined to keep straight on till she gotto the hill. for a few minutes all went on well, and shewas just saying, 'i really shall do it this time--' when the path gave a sudden twistand shook itself (as she described it afterwards), and the next moment she foundherself actually walking in at the door. 'oh, it's too bad!' she cried.'i never saw such a house for getting in the way! never!'however, there was the hill full in sight, so there was nothing to be done but startagain. this time she came upon a large flower-bed,with a border of daisies, and a willow-tree

growing in the middle. 'o tiger-lily,' said alice, addressingherself to one that was waving gracefully about in the wind, 'i wish you could talk!''we can talk,' said the tiger-lily: 'when there's anybody worth talking to.' alice was so astonished that she could notspeak for a minute: it quite seemed to take her breath away. at length, as the tiger-lily only went onwaving about, she spoke again, in a timid voice--almost in a whisper.'and can all the flowers talk?' 'as well as you can,' said the tiger-lily.

'and a great deal louder.''it isn't manners for us to begin, you know,' said the rose, 'and i really waswondering when you'd speak! said i to myself, "her face has got somesense in it, though it's not a clever one!" still, you're the right colour, and thatgoes a long way.' 'i don't care about the colour,' the tiger-lily remarked. 'if only her petals curled up a littlemore, she'd be all right.' alice didn't like being criticised, so shebegan asking questions. 'aren't you sometimes frightened at beingplanted out here, with nobody to take care of you?'

'there's the tree in the middle,' said therose: 'what else is it good for?' 'but what could it do, if any danger came?'alice asked. 'it says "bough-wough!"' cried a daisy:'that's why its branches are called boughs!' 'didn't you know that?' cried anotherdaisy, and here they all began shouting together, till the air seemed quite full oflittle shrill voices. 'silence, every one of you!' cried thetiger-lily, waving itself passionately from side to side, and trembling withexcitement. 'they know i can't get at them!' it panted,bending its quivering head towards alice,

'or they wouldn't dare to do it!''never mind!' alice said in a soothing tone, and stoopingdown to the daisies, who were just beginning again, she whispered, 'if youdon't hold your tongues, i'll pick you!' there was silence in a moment, and severalof the pink daisies turned white. 'that's right!' said the tiger-lily.'the daisies are worst of all. when one speaks, they all begin together,and it's enough to make one wither to hear the way they go on!''how is it you can all talk so nicely?' alice said, hoping to get it into a bettertemper by a compliment. 'i've been in many gardens before, but noneof the flowers could talk.'

'put your hand down, and feel the ground,'said the tiger-lily. 'then you'll know why.'alice did so. 'it's very hard,' she said, 'but i don'tsee what that has to do with it.' 'in most gardens,' the tiger-lily said,'they make the beds too soft--so that the flowers are always asleep.' this sounded a very good reason, and alicewas quite pleased to know it. 'i never thought of that before!' she said. 'it's my opinion that you never think atall,' the rose said in a rather severe tone.

'i never saw anybody that looked stupider,'a violet said, so suddenly, that alice quite jumped; for it hadn't spoken before.'hold your tongue!' cried the tiger-lily. 'as if you ever saw anybody! you keep your head under the leaves, andsnore away there, till you know no more what's going on in the world, than if youwere a bud!' 'are there any more people in the gardenbesides me?' alice said, not choosing to notice therose's last remark. 'there's one other flower in the gardenthat can move about like you,' said the rose.

'i wonder how you do it--' ('you're alwayswondering,' said the tiger-lily), 'but she's more bushy than you are.''is she like me?' alice asked eagerly, for the thoughtcrossed her mind, 'there's another little girl in the garden, somewhere!' 'well, she has the same awkward shape asyou,' the rose said, 'but she's redder--and her petals are shorter, i think.' 'her petals are done up close, almost likea dahlia,' the tiger-lily interrupted: 'not tumbled about anyhow, like yours.' 'but that's not your fault,' the rose addedkindly: 'you're beginning to fade, you

know--and then one can't help one's petalsgetting a little untidy.' alice didn't like this idea at all: so, tochange the subject, she asked 'does she ever come out here?''i daresay you'll see her soon,' said the 'she's one of the thorny kind.''where does she wear the thorns?' alice asked with some curiosity.'why all round her head, of course,' the rose replied. 'i was wondering you hadn't got some too.i thought it was the regular rule.' 'she's coming!' cried the larkspur.'i hear her footstep, thump, thump, thump, along the gravel-walk!'

alice looked round eagerly, and found thatit was the red queen. 'she's grown a good deal!' was her firstremark. she had indeed: when alice first found herin the ashes, she had been only three inches high--and here she was, half a headtaller than alice herself! 'it's the fresh air that does it,' said therose: 'wonderfully fine air it is, out here.' 'i think i'll go and meet her,' said alice,for, though the flowers were interesting enough, she felt that it would be fargrander to have a talk with a real queen. 'you can't possibly do that,' said therose: 'i should advise you to walk the

other way.' this sounded nonsense to alice, so she saidnothing, but set off at once towards the red queen. to her surprise, she lost sight of her in amoment, and found herself walking in at the front-door again. a little provoked, she drew back, and afterlooking everywhere for the queen (whom she spied out at last, a long way off), shethought she would try the plan, this time, of walking in the opposite direction. it succeeded beautifully.she had not been walking a minute before

she found herself face to face with the redqueen, and full in sight of the hill she had been so long aiming at. 'where do you come from?' said the redqueen. 'and where are you going?look up, speak nicely, and don't twiddle your fingers all the time.' alice attended to all these directions, andexplained, as well as she could, that she had lost her way. 'i don't know what you mean by your way,'said the queen: 'all the ways about here belong to me--but why did you come out hereat all?' she added in a kinder tone.

'curtsey while you're thinking what to say,it saves time.' alice wondered a little at this, but shewas too much in awe of the queen to disbelieve it. 'i'll try it when i go home,' she thoughtto herself, 'the next time i'm a little late for dinner.' 'it's time for you to answer now,' thequeen said, looking at her watch: 'open your mouth a little wider when you speak,and always say "your majesty."' 'i only wanted to see what the garden waslike, your majesty--' 'that's right,' said the queen, patting heron the head, which alice didn't like at

all, 'though, when you say "garden,"--i'veseen gardens, compared with which this would be a wilderness.' alice didn't dare to argue the point, butwent on: '--and i thought i'd try and find my way to the top of that hill--' 'when you say "hill,"' the queeninterrupted, 'i could show you hills, in comparison with which you'd call that avalley.' 'no, i shouldn't,' said alice, surprisedinto contradicting her at last: 'a hill can't be a valley, you know.that would be nonsense--' the red queen shook her head, 'you may callit "nonsense" if you like,' she said, 'but

i've heard nonsense, compared with whichthat would be as sensible as a dictionary!' alice curtseyed again, as she was afraidfrom the queen's tone that she was a little offended: and they walked on in silencetill they got to the top of the little hill. for some minutes alice stood withoutspeaking, looking out in all directions over the country--and a most curiouscountry it was. there were a number of tiny little brooksrunning straight across it from side to side, and the ground between was divided upinto squares by a number of little green hedges, that reached from brook to brook.

'i declare it's marked out just like alarge chessboard!' alice said at last.'there ought to be some men moving about somewhere--and so there are!' she added in a tone of delight, and herheart began to beat quick with excitement as she went on. 'it's a great huge game of chess that'sbeing played--all over the world--if this is the world at all, you know.oh, what fun it is! how i wish i was one of them! i wouldn't mind being a pawn, if only imight join--though of course i should like

to be a queen, best.' she glanced rather shyly at the real queenas she said this, but her companion only smiled pleasantly, and said, 'that's easilymanaged. you can be the white queen's pawn, if youlike, as lily's too young to play; and you're in the second square to begin with:when you get to the eighth square you'll be a queen--' just at this moment, somehow orother, they began to run. alice never could quite make out, inthinking it over afterwards, how it was that they began: all she remembers is, thatthey were running hand in hand, and the queen went so fast that it was all she

could do to keep up with her: and still thequeen kept crying 'faster! faster!' but alice felt she could not gofaster, though she had not breath left to say so. the most curious part of the thing was,that the trees and the other things round them never changed their places at all:however fast they went, they never seemed to pass anything. 'i wonder if all the things move along withus?' thought poor puzzled alice. and the queen seemed to guess her thoughts,for she cried, 'faster! don't try to talk!'

not that alice had any idea of doing that.she felt as if she would never be able to talk again, she was getting so much out ofbreath: and still the queen cried 'faster! faster!' and dragged her along. 'are we nearly there?'alice managed to pant out at last. 'nearly there!' the queen repeated.'why, we passed it ten minutes ago! faster!' and they ran on for a time in silence, withthe wind whistling in alice's ears, and almost blowing her hair off her head, shefancied. 'now! now!' cried the queen.

'faster!faster!' and they went so fast that at last theyseemed to skim through the air, hardly touching the ground with their feet, tillsuddenly, just as alice was getting quite exhausted, they stopped, and she found herself sitting on the ground, breathlessand giddy. the queen propped her up against a tree,and said kindly, 'you may rest a little now.' alice looked round her in great surprise.'why, i do believe we've been under this tree the whole time!everything's just as it was!'

'of course it is,' said the queen, 'whatwould you have it?' 'well, in our country,' said alice, stillpanting a little, 'you'd generally get to somewhere else--if you ran very fast for along time, as we've been doing.' 'a slow sort of country!' said the queen. 'now, here, you see, it takes all therunning you can do, to keep in the same place.if you want to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!' 'i'd rather not try, please!' said alice.'i'm quite content to stay here--only i am so hot and thirsty!'

'i know what you'd like!' the queen saidgood-naturedly, taking a little box out of her pocket.'have a biscuit?' alice thought it would not be civil to say'no,' though it wasn't at all what she wanted. so she took it, and ate it as well as shecould: and it was very dry; and she thought she had never been so nearly choked in allher life. 'while you're refreshing yourself,' saidthe queen, 'i'll just take the measurements.' and she took a ribbon out of her pocket,marked in inches, and began measuring the

ground, and sticking little pegs in hereand there. 'at the end of two yards,' she said,putting in a peg to mark the distance, 'i shall give you your directions--haveanother biscuit?' 'no, thank you,' said alice: 'one's quiteenough!' 'thirst quenched, i hope?' said the queen. alice did not know what to say to this, butluckily the queen did not wait for an answer, but went on.'at the end of three yards i shall repeat them--for fear of your forgetting them. at the end of four, i shall say good-bye.and at the end of five, i shall go!'

she had got all the pegs put in by thistime, and alice looked on with great interest as she returned to the tree, andthen began slowly walking down the row. at the two-yard peg she faced round, andsaid, 'a pawn goes two squares in its first move, you know. so you'll go very quickly through the thirdsquare--by railway, i should think--and you'll find yourself in the fourth squarein no time. well, that square belongs to tweedledum andtweedledee--the fifth is mostly water--the sixth belongs to humpty dumpty--but youmake no remark?' 'i--i didn't know i had to make one--justthen,' alice faltered out.

'you should have said, "it's extremely kindof you to tell me all this"--however, we'll suppose it said--the seventh square is allforest--however, one of the knights will show you the way--and in the eighth square we shall be queens together, and it's allfeasting and fun!' alice got up and curtseyed, and sat downagain. at the next peg the queen turned again, andthis time she said, 'speak in french when you can't think of the english for a thing--turn out your toes as you walk--and remember who you are!' she did not wait for alice to curtsey thistime, but walked on quickly to the next

peg, where she turned for a moment to say'good-bye,' and then hurried on to the last. how it happened, alice never knew, butexactly as she came to the last peg, she was gone. whether she vanished into the air, orwhether she ran quickly into the wood ('and she can run very fast!' thought alice),there was no way of guessing, but she was gone, and alice began to remember that she was a pawn, and that it would soon be timefor her to move. chapter iii.looking-glass insects

of course the first thing to do was to makea grand survey of the country she was going to travel through. 'it's something very like learninggeography,' thought alice, as she stood on tiptoe in hopes of being able to see alittle further. 'principal rivers--there are none. principal mountains--i'm on the only one,but i don't think it's got any name. principal towns--why, what are thosecreatures, making honey down there? they can't be bees--nobody ever saw bees amile off, you know--' and for some time she stood silent, watching one of them that wasbustling about among the flowers, poking

its proboscis into them, 'just as if it wasa regular bee,' thought alice. however, this was anything but a regularbee: in fact it was an elephant--as alice soon found out, though the idea quite tookher breath away at first. 'and what enormous flowers they must be!'was her next idea. 'something like cottages with the roofstaken off, and stalks put to them--and what quantities of honey they must make! i think i'll go down and--no, i won't justyet,' she went on, checking herself just as she was beginning to run down the hill, andtrying to find some excuse for turning shy so suddenly.

'it'll never do to go down among themwithout a good long branch to brush them away--and what fun it'll be when they askme how i like my walk. i shall say--"oh, i like it well enough--"'(here came the favourite little toss of the head), '"only it was so dusty and hot, andthe elephants did tease so!"' 'i think i'll go down the other way,' shesaid after a pause: 'and perhaps i may visit the elephants later on.besides, i do so want to get into the third square!' so with this excuse she ran down the hilland jumped over the first of the six little brooks.'tickets, please!' said the guard, putting

his head in at the window. in a moment everybody was holding out aticket: they were about the same size as the people, and quite seemed to fill thecarriage. 'now then! show your ticket, child!' the guard wenton, looking angrily at alice. and a great many voices all said together('like the chorus of a song,' thought alice), 'don't keep him waiting, child! why, his time is worth a thousand pounds aminute!' 'i'm afraid i haven't got one,' alice saidin a frightened tone: 'there wasn't a

ticket-office where i came from.' and again the chorus of voices went on.'there wasn't room for one where she came from.the land there is worth a thousand pounds an inch!' 'don't make excuses,' said the guard: 'youshould have bought one from the engine- driver.'and once more the chorus of voices went on with 'the man that drives the engine. why, the smoke alone is worth a thousandpounds a puff!' alice thought to herself, 'then there's nouse in speaking.'

the voices didn't join in this time, as shehadn't spoken, but to her great surprise, they all thought in chorus (i hope youunderstand what thinking in chorus means-- for i must confess that i don't), 'bettersay nothing at all. language is worth a thousand pounds aword!' 'i shall dream about a thousand poundstonight, i know i shall!' thought alice. all this time the guard was looking at her,first through a telescope, then through a microscope, and then through an opera-glass. at last he said, 'you're travelling thewrong way,' and shut up the window and went away.

'so young a child,' said the gentlemansitting opposite to her (he was dressed in white paper), 'ought to know which wayshe's going, even if she doesn't know her own name!' a goat, that was sitting next to thegentleman in white, shut his eyes and said in a loud voice, 'she ought to know her wayto the ticket-office, even if she doesn't know her alphabet!' there was a beetle sitting next to the goat(it was a very queer carriage-full of passengers altogether), and, as the ruleseemed to be that they should all speak in turn, he went on with 'she'll have to goback from here as luggage!'

alice couldn't see who was sitting beyondthe beetle, but a hoarse voice spoke next. 'change engines--' it said, and was obligedto leave off. 'it sounds like a horse,' alice thought toherself. and an extremely small voice, close to herear, said, 'you might make a joke on that-- something about "horse" and "hoarse," youknow.' then a very gentle voice in the distancesaid, 'she must be labelled "lass, with care," you know--' and after that other voices went on ('whata number of people there are in the carriage!' thought alice), saying, 'shemust go by post, as she's got a head on

her--' 'she must be sent as a message by the telegraph--' 'she must draw the trainherself the rest of the way--' and so on. but the gentleman dressed in white paperleaned forwards and whispered in her ear, 'never mind what they all say, my dear, buttake a return-ticket every time the train stops.' 'indeed i shan't!'alice said rather impatiently. 'i don't belong to this railway journey atall--i was in a wood just now--and i wish i could get back there.' 'you might make a joke on that,' said thelittle voice close to her ear: 'something

about "you would if you could," you know.' 'don't tease so,' said alice, looking aboutin vain to see where the voice came from; 'if you're so anxious to have a joke made,why don't you make one yourself?' the little voice sighed deeply: it was veryunhappy, evidently, and alice would have said something pitying to comfort it, 'ifit would only sigh like other people!' she thought. but this was such a wonderfully small sigh,that she wouldn't have heard it at all, if it hadn't come quite close to her ear. the consequence of this was that it tickledher ear very much, and quite took off her

thoughts from the unhappiness of the poorlittle creature. 'i know you are a friend,' the little voicewent on; 'a dear friend, and an old friend. and you won't hurt me, though i am aninsect.' 'what kind of insect?' alice inquired a little anxiously.what she really wanted to know was, whether it could sting or not, but she thought thiswouldn't be quite a civil question to ask. 'what, then you don't--' the little voicebegan, when it was drowned by a shrill scream from the engine, and everybodyjumped up in alarm, alice among the rest. the horse, who had put his head out of thewindow, quietly drew it in and said, 'it's

only a brook we have to jump over.' everybody seemed satisfied with this,though alice felt a little nervous at the idea of trains jumping at all. 'however, it'll take us into the fourthsquare, that's some comfort!' she said to herself. in another moment she felt the carriagerise straight up into the air, and in her fright she caught at the thing nearest toher hand, which happened to be the goat's beard. but the beard seemed to melt away as shetouched it, and she found herself sitting

quietly under a tree--while the gnat (forthat was the insect she had been talking to) was balancing itself on a twig just over her head, and fanning her with itswings. it certainly was a very large gnat: 'aboutthe size of a chicken,' alice thought. still, she couldn't feel nervous with it,after they had been talking together so long. '--then you don't like all insects?' thegnat went on, as quietly as if nothing had happened.'i like them when they can talk,' alice said.

'none of them ever talk, where i comefrom.' 'what sort of insects do you rejoice in,where you come from?' the gnat inquired. 'i don't rejoice in insects at all,' aliceexplained, 'because i'm rather afraid of them--at least the large kinds.but i can tell you the names of some of them.' 'of course they answer to their names?' thegnat remarked carelessly. 'i never knew them do it.''what's the use of their having names,' the gnat said, 'if they won't answer to them?' 'no use to them,' said alice; 'but it'suseful to the people who name them, i

suppose.if not, why do things have names at all?' 'i can't say,' the gnat replied. 'further on, in the wood down there,they've got no names--however, go on with your list of insects: you're wasting time.''well, there's the horse-fly,' alice began, counting off the names on her fingers. 'all right,' said the gnat: 'half way upthat bush, you'll see a rocking-horse-fly, if you look.it's made entirely of wood, and gets about by swinging itself from branch to branch.' 'what does it live on?'alice asked, with great curiosity.

'sap and sawdust,' said the gnat.'go on with the list.' alice looked up at the rocking-horse-flywith great interest, and made up her mind that it must have been just repainted, itlooked so bright and sticky; and then she went on. 'and there's the dragon-fly.''look on the branch above your head,' said the gnat, 'and there you'll find a snap-dragon-fly. its body is made of plum-pudding, its wingsof holly-leaves, and its head is a raisin burning in brandy.''and what does it live on?' 'frumenty and mince pie,' the gnat replied;'and it makes its nest in a christmas box.'

'and then there's the butterfly,' alicewent on, after she had taken a good look at the insect with its head on fire, and hadthought to herself, 'i wonder if that's the reason insects are so fond of flying into candles--because they want to turn intosnap-dragon-flies!' 'crawling at your feet,' said the gnat(alice drew her feet back in some alarm), 'you may observe a bread-and-butterfly. its wings are thin slices of bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar.''and what does it live on?' 'weak tea with cream in it.'

a new difficulty came into alice's head.'supposing it couldn't find any?' she suggested.'then it would die, of course.' 'but that must happen very often,' aliceremarked thoughtfully. 'it always happens,' said the gnat.after this, alice was silent for a minute or two, pondering. the gnat amused itself meanwhile by humminground and round her head: at last it settled again and remarked, 'i suppose youdon't want to lose your name?' 'no, indeed,' alice said, a littleanxiously. 'and yet i don't know,' the gnat went on ina careless tone: 'only think how convenient

it would be if you could manage to go homewithout it! for instance, if the governess wanted tocall you to your lessons, she would call out "come here--," and there she would haveto leave off, because there wouldn't be any name for her to call, and of course youwouldn't have to go, you know.' 'that would never do, i'm sure,' saidalice: 'the governess would never think of excusing me lessons for that. if she couldn't remember my name, she'dcall me "miss!" as the servants do.' 'well, if she said "miss," and didn't sayanything more,' the gnat remarked, 'of course you'd miss your lessons.

that's a joke.i wish you had made it.' 'why do you wish i had made it?'alice asked. 'it's a very bad one.' but the gnat only sighed deeply, while twolarge tears came rolling down its cheeks. 'you shouldn't make jokes,' alice said, 'ifit makes you so unhappy.' then came another of those melancholylittle sighs, and this time the poor gnat really seemed to have sighed itself away,for, when alice looked up, there was nothing whatever to be seen on the twig, and, as she was getting quite chilly withsitting still so long, she got up and

walked on. she very soon came to an open field, with awood on the other side of it: it looked much darker than the last wood, and alicefelt a little timid about going into it. however, on second thoughts, she made upher mind to go on: 'for i certainly won't go back,' she thought to herself, and thiswas the only way to the eighth square. 'this must be the wood,' she saidthoughtfully to herself, 'where things have no names.i wonder what'll become of my name when i go in? i shouldn't like to lose it at all--becausethey'd have to give me another, and it

would be almost certain to be an ugly one.but then the fun would be trying to find the creature that had got my old name! that's just like the advertisements, youknow, when people lose dogs--"answers to the name of 'dash:' had on a brass collar"--just fancy calling everything you met "alice," till one of them answered! only they wouldn't answer at all, if theywere wise.' she was rambling on in this way when shereached the wood: it looked very cool and shady. 'well, at any rate it's a great comfort,'she said as she stepped under the trees,

'after being so hot, to get into the--intowhat?' she went on, rather surprised at not being able to think of the word. 'i mean to get under the--under the--underthis, you know!' putting her hand on the trunk of the tree.'what does it call itself, i wonder? i do believe it's got no name--why, to besure it hasn't!' she stood silent for a minute, thinking:then she suddenly began again. 'then it really has happened, after all! and now, who am i?i will remember, if i can! i'm determined to do it!'

but being determined didn't help much, andall she could say, after a great deal of puzzling, was, 'l, i know it begins withl!' just then a fawn came wandering by: itlooked at alice with its large gentle eyes, but didn't seem at all frightened.'here then! here then!' alice said, as she held out her hand andtried to stroke it; but it only started back a little, and then stood looking ather again. 'what do you call yourself?' the fawn saidat last. such a soft sweet voice it had!'i wish i knew!' thought poor alice.

she answered, rather sadly, 'nothing, justnow.' 'think again,' it said: 'that won't do.'alice thought, but nothing came of it. 'please, would you tell me what you callyourself?' she said timidly. 'i think that might help a little.''i'll tell you, if you'll move a little further on,' the fawn said. 'i can't remember here.' so they walked on together though the wood,alice with her arms clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the fawn, till they cameout into another open field, and here the fawn gave a sudden bound into the air, andshook itself free from alice's arms.

'i'm a fawn!' it cried out in a voice ofdelight, 'and, dear me! you're a human child!' a sudden look of alarm came into itsbeautiful brown eyes, and in another moment it had darted away at full speed. alice stood looking after it, almost readyto cry with vexation at having lost her dear little fellow-traveller so suddenly.'however, i know my name now.' she said, 'that's some comfort. alice--alice--i won't forget it again.and now, which of these finger-posts ought i to follow, i wonder?'

it was not a very difficult question toanswer, as there was only one road through the wood, and the two finger-posts bothpointed along it. 'i'll settle it,' alice said to herself,'when the road divides and they point different ways.'but this did not seem likely to happen. she went on and on, a long way, butwherever the road divided there were sure to be two finger-posts pointing the sameway, one marked 'to tweedledum's house' and the other 'to the house of tweedledee.' 'i do believe,' said alice at last, 'thatthey live in the same house! i wonder i never thought of that before--but i can't stay there long.

i'll just call and say "how d'you do?" andask them the way out of the wood. if i could only get to the eighth squarebefore it gets dark!' so she wandered on, talking to herself asshe went, till, on turning a sharp corner, she came upon two fat little men, sosuddenly that she could not help starting back, but in another moment she recoveredherself, feeling sure that they must be. chapter iv.tweedledum and tweedledee they were standing under a tree, each withan arm round the other's neck, and alice knew which was which in a moment, becauseone of them had 'dum' embroidered on his collar, and the other 'dee.'

'i suppose they've each got "tweedle" roundat the back of the collar,' she said to they stood so still that she quite forgotthey were alive, and she was just looking round to see if the word "tweedle" waswritten at the back of each collar, when she was startled by a voice coming from theone marked 'dum.' 'if you think we're wax-works,' he said,'you ought to pay, you know. wax-works weren't made to be looked at fornothing, nohow!' 'contrariwise,' added the one marked 'dee,''if you think we're alive, you ought to speak.' 'i'm sure i'm very sorry,' was all alicecould say; for the words of the old song

kept ringing through her head like theticking of a clock, and she could hardly help saying them out loud:-- 'tweedledumandtweedledeeagreedtohaveabattle; fortweedledumsaidtweedledeehadspoiledhisnicenewrattle. justthenflewdownamonstrouscrow,asblackasatar-barrel; whichfrightenedboththeheroesso,theyquiteforgottheirquarrel.' 'i know what you're thinking about,' saidtweedledum: 'but it isn't so, nohow.' 'contrariwise,' continued tweedledee, 'ifit was so, it might be; and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't.

that's logic.''i was thinking,' alice said very politely, 'which is the best way out of this wood:it's getting so dark. would you tell me, please?' but the little men only looked at eachother and grinned. they looked so exactly like a couple ofgreat schoolboys, that alice couldn't help pointing her finger at tweedledum, andsaying 'first boy!' 'nohow!' tweedledum cried out briskly, and shut hismouth up again with a snap. 'next boy!' said alice, passing on totweedledee, though she felt quite certain

he would only shout out 'contrariwise!' andso he did. 'you've been wrong!' cried tweedledum. 'the first thing in a visit is to say "howd'ye do?" and shake hands!' and here the two brothers gave each other ahug, and then they held out the two hands that were free, to shake hands with her. alice did not like shaking hands witheither of them first, for fear of hurting the other one's feelings; so, as the bestway out of the difficulty, she took hold of both hands at once: the next moment theywere dancing round in a ring. this seemed quite natural (she rememberedafterwards), and she was not even surprised

to hear music playing: it seemed to comefrom the tree under which they were dancing, and it was done (as well as she could make it out) by the branches rubbingone across the other, like fiddles and fiddle-sticks. 'but it certainly was funny,' (alice saidafterwards, when she was telling her sister the history of all this,) 'to find myselfsinging "here we go round the mulberry bush." i don't know when i began it, but somehow ifelt as if i'd been singing it a long long time!'the other two dancers were fat, and very

soon out of breath. 'four times round is enough for one dance,'tweedledum panted out, and they left off dancing as suddenly as they had begun: themusic stopped at the same moment. then they let go of alice's hands, andstood looking at her for a minute: there was a rather awkward pause, as alice didn'tknow how to begin a conversation with people she had just been dancing with. 'it would never do to say "how d'ye do?"now,' she said to herself: 'we seem to have got beyond that, somehow!''i hope you're not much tired?' she said at 'nohow.and thank you very much for asking,' said

tweedledum.'so much obliged!' added tweedledee. 'you like poetry?' 'ye-es, pretty well--some poetry,' alicesaid doubtfully. 'would you tell me which road leads out ofthe wood?' 'what shall i repeat to her?' saidtweedledee, looking round at tweedledum with great solemn eyes, and not noticingalice's question. '"the walrus and the carpenter" is thelongest,' tweedledum replied, giving his brother an affectionate hug.tweedledee began instantly: 'the sun was shining--'

here alice ventured to interrupt him.'if it's very long,' she said, as politely as she could, 'would you please tell mefirst which road--' tweedledee smiled gently, and began again: 'thesunwasshiningonthesea,shiningwithallhismight: hedidhisverybesttomakethebillowssmoothandbright-- andthiswasodd,becauseitwasthemiddleofthenight. themoonwasshiningsulkily,becauseshethoughtthesun hadgotnobusinesstobethereafterthedaywasdone-- "it'sveryrudeofhim,"shesaid,"tocomeandspoilthefun!"

theseawaswetaswetcouldbe,thesandsweredryasdry. youcouldnotseeacloud,becausenocloudwasinthesky: nobirdswereflyingoverhead--therewerenobirdstofly. thewalrusandthecarpenterwerewalkingcloseathand; theyweptlikeanythingtoseesuchquantitiesofsand: "ifthiswereonlyclearedaway,"theysaid,"itwouldbegrand!" "ifsevenmaidswithsevenmopssweptitforhalfayear, doyousuppose,"thewalrussaid,"thattheycouldgetitclear?" "idoubtit,"saidthecarpenter,andshedabittertear.

"ooysters,comeandwalkwithus!"thewalrusdidbeseech. "apleasantwalk,apleasanttalk,alongthebrinybeach: wecannotdowithmorethanfour,togiveahandtoeach." theeldestoysterlookedathim.butneverawordhesaid: theeldestoysterwinkedhiseye,andshookhisheavyhead-- meaningtosayhedidnotchoosetoleavetheoyster-bed. butfouryoungoystershurriedup,alleagerforthetreat: theircoatswerebrushed,theirfaceswashed,theirshoeswerecleanandneat-- andthiswasodd,because,youknow,theyhadn'tanyfeet.

fourotheroystersfollowedthem,andyetanotherfour; andthickandfasttheycameatlast,andmore,andmore,andmore-- allhoppingthroughthefrothywaves,andscramblingtotheshore. thewalrusandthecarpenterwalkedonamileorso, andthentheyrestedonarockconvenientlylow: andallthelittleoystersstoodandwaitedinarow. "thetimehascome,"thewalrussaid,"totalkofmanythings: ofshoes--andships--andsealing-wax--ofcabbages--andkings-- andwhytheseaisboilinghot--andwhetherpigshavewings."

"butwaitabit,"theoysterscried,"beforewehaveourchat; forsomeofusareoutofbreath,andallofusarefat!" "nohurry!"saidthecarpenter.theythankedhimmuchforthat. "aloafofbread,"thewalrussaid,"iswhatwechieflyneed: pepperandvinegarbesidesareverygoodindeed-- nowifyou'rereadyoystersdear,wecanbegintofeed." "butnotonus!"theoysterscried,turningalittleblue, "aftersuchkindness,thatwouldbeadismalthingtodo!" "thenightisfine,"thewalrussaid"doyouadmiretheview?

"itwassokindofyoutocome!andyouareverynice!" thecarpentersaidnothingbut"cutusanotherslice: iwishyouwerenotquitesodeaf--i'vehadtoaskyoutwice!" "itseemsashame,"thewalrussaid,"toplaythemsuchatrick, afterwe'vebroughtthemoutsofar,andmadethemtrotsoquick!" thecarpentersaidnothingbut"thebutter'sspreadtoothick!" "iweepforyou,"thewalrussaid."ideeplysympathize." withsobsandtearshesortedoutthoseofthelargestsize. holdinghispockethandkerchiefbeforehisstreamingeyes.

"ooysters,"saidthecarpenter."you'vehadapleasantrun! shallwebetrottinghomeagain?"butanswercametherenone-- andthatwasscarcelyodd,becausethey'deateneveryone.' 'i like the walrus best,' said alice:'because you see he was a little sorry for the poor oysters.''he ate more than the carpenter, though,' said tweedledee. 'you see he held his handkerchief in front,so that the carpenter couldn't count how many he took: contrariwise.''that was mean!' alice said indignantly.

'then i like the carpenter best--if hedidn't eat so many as the walrus.' 'but he ate as many as he could get,' saidtweedledum. this was a puzzler. after a pause, alice began, 'well! they were both very unpleasant characters--' here she checked herself in some alarm, at hearing something that sounded to herlike the puffing of a large steam-engine in the wood near them, though she feared itwas more likely to be a wild beast. 'are there any lions or tigers about here?'she asked timidly. 'it's only the red king snoring,' saidtweedledee.

'come and look at him!' the brothers cried,and they each took one of alice's hands, and led her up to where the king wassleeping. 'isn't he a lovely sight?' said tweedledum. alice couldn't say honestly that he was. he had a tall red night-cap on, with atassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud--'fitto snore his head off!' as tweedledum remarked. 'i'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying onthe damp grass,' said alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.'he's dreaming now,' said tweedledee: 'and

what do you think he's dreaming about?' alice said 'nobody can guess that.''why, about you!' tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his handstriumphantly. 'and if he left off dreaming about you,where do you suppose you'd be?' 'where i am now, of course,' said alice.'not you!' tweedledee retorted contemptuously. 'you'd be nowhere.why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!' 'if that there king was to wake,' addedtweedledum, 'you'd go out--bang!--just like

a candle!''i shouldn't!' alice exclaimed indignantly. 'besides, if i'm only a sort of thing inhis dream, what are you, i should like to know?''ditto' said tweedledum. 'ditto, ditto' cried tweedledee. he shouted this so loud that alice couldn'thelp saying, 'hush! you'll be waking him, i'm afraid, if youmake so much noise.' 'well, it no use your talking about wakinghim,' said tweedledum, 'when you're only one of the things in his dream.you know very well you're not real.'

'i am real!' said alice and began to cry. 'you won't make yourself a bit realler bycrying,' tweedledee remarked: 'there's nothing to cry about.' 'if i wasn't real,' alice said--half-laughing through her tears, it all seemed so ridiculous--'i shouldn't be able tocry.' 'i hope you don't suppose those are realtears?' tweedledum interrupted in a tone of greatcontempt. 'i know they're talking nonsense,' alicethought to herself: 'and it's foolish to cry about it.'so she brushed away her tears, and went on

as cheerfully as she could. 'at any rate i'd better be getting out ofthe wood, for really it's coming on very dark.do you think it's going to rain?' tweedledum spread a large umbrella overhimself and his brother, and looked up into it.'no, i don't think it is,' he said: 'at least--not under here. nohow.''but it may rain outside?' 'it may--if it chooses,' said tweedledee:'we've no objection. contrariwise.'

'selfish things!' thought alice, and shewas just going to say 'good-night' and leave them, when tweedledum sprang out fromunder the umbrella and seized her by the wrist. 'do you see that?' he said, in a voicechoking with passion, and his eyes grew large and yellow all in a moment, as hepointed with a trembling finger at a small white thing lying under the tree. 'it's only a rattle,' alice said, after acareful examination of the little white thing. 'not a rattlesnake, you know,' she addedhastily, thinking that he was frightened:

'only an old rattle--quite old and broken.' 'i knew it was!' cried tweedledum,beginning to stamp about wildly and tear his hair.'it's spoilt, of course!' here he looked at tweedledee, whoimmediately sat down on the ground, and tried to hide himself under the umbrella. alice laid her hand upon his arm, and saidin a soothing tone, 'you needn't be so angry about an old rattle.''but it isn't old!' tweedledum cried, in a greater fury thanever. 'it's new, i tell you--i bought ityesterday--my nice new rattle!' and his

voice rose to a perfect scream. all this time tweedledee was trying hisbest to fold up the umbrella, with himself in it: which was such an extraordinarything to do, that it quite took off alice's attention from the angry brother. but he couldn't quite succeed, and it endedin his rolling over, bundled up in the umbrella, with only his head out: and therehe lay, opening and shutting his mouth and his large eyes--'looking more like a fishthan anything else,' alice thought. 'of course you agree to have a battle?'tweedledum said in a calmer tone. 'i suppose so,' the other sulkily replied,as he crawled out of the umbrella: 'only

she must help us to dress up, you know.' so the two brothers went off hand-in-handinto the wood, and returned in a minute with their arms full of things--such asbolsters, blankets, hearth-rugs, table- cloths, dish-covers and coal-scuttles. 'i hope you're a good hand at pinning andtying strings?' tweedledum remarked.'every one of these things has got to go on, somehow or other.' alice said afterwards she had never seensuch a fuss made about anything in all her life--the way those two bustled about--andthe quantity of things they put on--and the

trouble they gave her in tying strings and fastening buttons--'really they'll be morelike bundles of old clothes than anything else, by the time they're ready!' she saidto herself, as she arranged a bolster round the neck of tweedledee, 'to keep his headfrom being cut off,' as he said. 'you know,' he added very gravely, 'it'sone of the most serious things that can possibly happen to one in a battle--to getone's head cut off.' alice laughed aloud: but she managed toturn it into a cough, for fear of hurting his feelings.'do i look very pale?' said tweedledum, coming up to have his helmet tied on.

(he called it a helmet, though it certainlylooked much more like a saucepan.) 'well--yes--a little,' alice repliedgently. 'i'm very brave generally,' he went on in alow voice: 'only to-day i happen to have a headache.''and i've got a toothache!' said tweedledee, who had overheard the remark. 'i'm far worse off than you!''then you'd better not fight to-day,' said alice, thinking it a good opportunity tomake peace. 'we must have a bit of a fight, but i don'tcare about going on long,' said tweedledum. 'what's the time now?'tweedledee looked at his watch, and said

'half-past four.' 'let's fight till six, and then havedinner,' said tweedledum. 'very well,' the other said, rather sadly:'and she can watch us--only you'd better not come very close,' he added: 'igenerally hit everything i can see--when i get really excited.' 'and i hit everything within reach,' criedtweedledum, 'whether i can see it or not!' alice laughed.'you must hit the trees pretty often, i should think,' she said. tweedledum looked round him with asatisfied smile.

'i don't suppose,' he said, 'there'll be atree left standing, for ever so far round, by the time we've finished!' 'and all about a rattle!' said alice, stillhoping to make them a little ashamed of fighting for such a trifle.'i shouldn't have minded it so much,' said tweedledum, 'if it hadn't been a new one.' 'i wish the monstrous crow would come!'thought alice. 'there's only one sword, you know,'tweedledum said to his brother: 'but you can have the umbrella--it's quite as sharp. only we must begin quick.it's getting as dark as it can.'

'and darker,' said tweedledee. it was getting dark so suddenly that alicethought there must be a thunderstorm coming on.'what a thick black cloud that is!' she 'and how fast it comes!why, i do believe it's got wings!' 'it's the crow!' tweedledum cried out in a shrill voice ofalarm: and the two brothers took to their heels and were out of sight in a moment.alice ran a little way into the wood, and stopped under a large tree. 'it can never get at me here,' she thought:'it's far too large to squeeze itself in

among the trees. but i wish it wouldn't flap its wings so--it makes quite a hurricane in the wood-- here's somebody's shawl being blown away!' chapter v.wool and water she caught the shawl as she spoke, andlooked about for the owner: in another moment the white queen came running wildlythrough the wood, with both arms stretched out wide, as if she were flying, and alice very civilly went to meet her with theshawl. 'i'm very glad i happened to be in theway,' alice said, as she helped her to put

on her shawl again. the white queen only looked at her in ahelpless frightened sort of way, and kept repeating something in a whisper to herselfthat sounded like 'bread-and-butter, bread- and-butter,' and alice felt that if there was to be any conversation at all, she mustmanage it herself. so she began rather timidly: 'am iaddressing the white queen?' 'well, yes, if you call that a-dressing,'the queen said. 'it isn't my notion of the thing, at all.' alice thought it would never do to have anargument at the very beginning of their

conversation, so she smiled and said, 'ifyour majesty will only tell me the right way to begin, i'll do it as well as i can.' 'but i don't want it done at all!' groanedthe poor queen. 'i've been a-dressing myself for the lasttwo hours.' it would have been all the better, as itseemed to alice, if she had got some one else to dress her, she was so dreadfullyuntidy. 'every single thing's crooked,' alicethought to herself, 'and she's all over pins!--may i put your shawl straight foryou?' she added aloud. 'i don't know what's the matter with it!'the queen said, in a melancholy voice.

'it's out of temper, i think.i've pinned it here, and i've pinned it there, but there's no pleasing it!' 'it can't go straight, you know, if you pinit all on one side,' alice said, as she gently put it right for her; 'and, dear me,what a state your hair is in!' 'the brush has got entangled in it!' thequeen said with a sigh. 'and i lost the comb yesterday.'alice carefully released the brush, and did her best to get the hair into order. 'come, you look rather better now!' shesaid, after altering most of the pins. 'but really you should have a lady's maid!''i'm sure i'll take you with pleasure!' the

queen said. 'twopence a week, and jam every other day.'alice couldn't help laughing, as she said, 'i don't want you to hire me--and i don'tcare for jam.' 'it's very good jam,' said the queen. 'well, i don't want any to-day, at anyrate.' 'you couldn't have it if you did want it,'the queen said. 'the rule is, jam to-morrow and jamyesterday--but never jam to-day.' 'it must come sometimes to "jam to-day,"'alice objected. 'no, it can't,' said the queen.

'it's jam every other day: to-day isn't anyother day, you know.' 'i don't understand you,' said alice.'it's dreadfully confusing!' 'that's the effect of living backwards,'the queen said kindly: 'it always makes one a little giddy at first--''living backwards!' alice repeated in great astonishment. 'i never heard of such a thing!''--but there's one great advantage in it, that one's memory works both ways.''i'm sure mine only works one way,' alice 'i can't remember things before theyhappen.' 'it's a poor sort of memory that only worksbackwards,' the queen remarked.

'what sort of things do you remember best?' alice ventured to ask.'oh, things that happened the week after next,' the queen replied in a carelesstone. 'for instance, now,' she went on, stickinga large piece of plaster [band-aid] on her finger as she spoke, 'there's the king'smessenger. he's in prison now, being punished: and thetrial doesn't even begin till next wednesday: and of course the crime comeslast of all.' 'suppose he never commits the crime?' saidalice. 'that would be all the better, wouldn'tit?' the queen said, as she bound the

plaster round her finger with a bit ofribbon. alice felt there was no denying that. 'of course it would be all the better,' shesaid: 'but it wouldn't be all the better his being punished.''you're wrong there, at any rate,' said the queen: 'were you ever punished?' 'only for faults,' said alice.'and you were all the better for it, i know!' the queen said triumphantly. 'yes, but then i had done the things i waspunished for,' said alice: 'that makes all the difference.'

'but if you hadn't done them,' the queensaid, 'that would have been better still; better, and better, and better!'her voice went higher with each 'better,' till it got quite to a squeak at last. alice was just beginning to say 'there's amistake somewhere--,' when the queen began screaming so loud that she had to leave thesentence unfinished. 'oh, oh, oh!' shouted the queen, shakingher hand about as if she wanted to shake it off.'my finger's bleeding! oh, oh, oh, oh!' her screams were so exactly like thewhistle of a steam-engine, that alice had

to hold both her hands over her ears.'what is the matter?' she said, as soon as there was a chance of making herself heard. 'have you pricked your finger?''i haven't pricked it yet,' the queen said, 'but i soon shall--oh, oh, oh!''when do you expect to do it?' alice asked, feeling very much inclined tolaugh. 'when i fasten my shawl again,' the poorqueen groaned out: 'the brooch will come undone directly. oh, oh!'as she said the words the brooch flew open, and the queen clutched wildly at it, andtried to clasp it again.

'take care!' cried alice. 'you're holding it all crooked!'and she caught at the brooch; but it was too late: the pin had slipped, and thequeen had pricked her finger. 'that accounts for the bleeding, you see,'she said to alice with a smile. 'now you understand the way things happenhere.' 'but why don't you scream now?' alice asked, holding her hands ready to putover her ears again. 'why, i've done all the screaming already,'said the queen. 'what would be the good of having it allover again?'

by this time it was getting light.'the crow must have flown away, i think,' said alice: 'i'm so glad it's gone. i thought it was the night coming on.''i wish i could manage to be glad!' the queen said.'only i never can remember the rule. you must be very happy, living in thiswood, and being glad whenever you like!' 'only it is so very lonely here!' alice said in a melancholy voice; and atthe thought of her loneliness two large tears came rolling down her cheeks.'oh, don't go on like that!' cried the poor queen, wringing her hands in despair.

'consider what a great girl you are.consider what a long way you've come to- day.consider what o'clock it is. consider anything, only don't cry!' alice could not help laughing at this, evenin the midst of her tears. 'can you keep from crying by consideringthings?' she asked. 'that's the way it's done,' the queen saidwith great decision: 'nobody can do two things at once, you know.let's consider your age to begin with--how old are you?' 'i'm seven and a half exactly.''you needn't say "exactually,"' the queen

remarked: 'i can believe it without that.now i'll give you something to believe. i'm just one hundred and one, five monthsand a day.' 'i can't believe that!' said alice.'can't you?' the queen said in a pitying 'try again: draw a long breath, and shutyour eyes.' alice laughed.'there's no use trying,' she said: 'one can't believe impossible things.' 'i daresay you haven't had much practice,'said the queen. 'when i was your age, i always did it forhalf-an-hour a day. why, sometimes i've believed as many as siximpossible things before breakfast.

there goes the shawl again!' the brooch had come undone as she spoke,and a sudden gust of wind blew the queen's shawl across a little brook. the queen spread out her arms again, andwent flying after it, and this time she succeeded in catching it for herself.'i've got it!' she cried in a triumphant 'now you shall see me pin it on again, allby myself!' 'then i hope your finger is better now?'alice said very politely, as she crossed the little brook after the queen. 'oh, much better!' cried the queen, hervoice rising to a squeak as she went on.

'much be-etter!be-etter! be-e-e-etter! be-e-ehh!'the last word ended in a long bleat, so like a sheep that alice quite started.she looked at the queen, who seemed to have suddenly wrapped herself up in wool. alice rubbed her eyes, and looked again.she couldn't make out what had happened at all.was she in a shop? and was that really--was it really a sheepthat was sitting on the other side of the counter?

rub as she could, she could make nothingmore of it: she was in a little dark shop, leaning with her elbows on the counter, andopposite to her was an old sheep, sitting in an arm-chair knitting, and every now and then leaving off to look at her through agreat pair of spectacles. 'what is it you want to buy?' the sheepsaid at last, looking up for a moment from her knitting. 'i don't quite know yet,' alice said, verygently. 'i should like to look all round me first,if i might.' 'you may look in front of you, and on bothsides, if you like,' said the sheep: 'but

you can't look all round you--unless you'vegot eyes at the back of your head.' but these, as it happened, alice had notgot: so she contented herself with turning round, looking at the shelves as she cameto them. the shop seemed to be full of all manner ofcurious things--but the oddest part of it all was, that whenever she looked hard atany shelf, to make out exactly what it had on it, that particular shelf was always quite empty: though the others round itwere crowded as full as they could hold. 'things flow about so here!' she said atlast in a plaintive tone, after she had spent a minute or so in vainly pursuing alarge bright thing, that looked sometimes

like a doll and sometimes like a work-box, and was always in the shelf next above theone she was looking at. 'and this one is the most provoking of all--but i'll tell you what--' she added, as a sudden thought struck her, 'i'll follow itup to the very top shelf of all. it'll puzzle it to go through the ceiling,i expect!' but even this plan failed: the 'thing' wentthrough the ceiling as quietly as possible, as if it were quite used to it. 'are you a child or a teetotum?' the sheepsaid, as she took up another pair of needles.'you'll make me giddy soon, if you go on

turning round like that.' she was now working with fourteen pairs atonce, and alice couldn't help looking at her in great astonishment.'how can she knit with so many?' the puzzled child thought to herself. 'she gets more and more like a porcupineevery minute!' 'can you row?' the sheep asked, handing hera pair of knitting-needles as she spoke. 'yes, a little--but not on land--and notwith needles--' alice was beginning to say, when suddenly the needles turned into oarsin her hands, and she found they were in a little boat, gliding along between banks:

so there was nothing for it but to do herbest. 'feather!' cried the sheep, as she took upanother pair of needles. this didn't sound like a remark that neededany answer, so alice said nothing, but pulled away. there was something very queer about thewater, she thought, as every now and then the oars got fast in it, and would hardlycome out again. 'feather! feather!' the sheep cried again, takingmore needles. 'you'll be catching a crab directly.''a dear little crab!' thought alice.

'i should like that.' 'didn't you hear me say "feather"?' thesheep cried angrily, taking up quite a bunch of needles.'indeed i did,' said alice: 'you've said it very often--and very loud. please, where are the crabs?''in the water, of course!' said the sheep, sticking some of the needles into her hair,as her hands were full. 'feather, i say!' 'why do you say "feather" so often?'alice asked at last, rather vexed. 'i'm not a bird!''you are,' said the sheep: 'you're a little

goose.' this offended alice a little, so there wasno more conversation for a minute or two, while the boat glided gently on, sometimesamong beds of weeds (which made the oars stick fast in the water, worse then ever), and sometimes under trees, but always withthe same tall river-banks frowning over their heads.'oh, please! there are some scented rushes!' alice cried in a sudden transport ofdelight. 'there really are--and such beauties!'

'you needn't say "please" to me about 'em,'the sheep said, without looking up from her knitting: 'i didn't put 'em there, and i'mnot going to take 'em away.' 'no, but i meant--please, may we wait andpick some?' alice pleaded.'if you don't mind stopping the boat for a minute.' 'how am i to stop it?' said the sheep.'if you leave off rowing, it'll stop of itself.' so the boat was left to drift down thestream as it would, till it glided gently in among the waving rushes.

and then the little sleeves were carefullyrolled up, and the little arms were plunged in elbow-deep to get the rushes a good longway down before breaking them off--and for a while alice forgot all about the sheep and the knitting, as she bent over the sideof the boat, with just the ends of her tangled hair dipping into the water--whilewith bright eager eyes she caught at one bunch after another of the darling scentedrushes. 'i only hope the boat won't tipple over!'she said to herself. 'oh, what a lovely one! only i couldn't quite reach it.'

'and it certainly did seem a littleprovoking ('almost as if it happened on purpose,' she thought) that, though shemanaged to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always amore lovely one that she couldn't reach. 'the prettiest are always further!' shesaid at last, with a sigh at the obstinacy of the rushes in growing so far off, as,with flushed cheeks and dripping hair and hands, she scrambled back into her place, and began to arrange her new-foundtreasures. what mattered it to her just then that therushes had begun to fade, and to lose all their scent and beauty, from the verymoment that she picked them?

even real scented rushes, you know, lastonly a very little while--and these, being dream-rushes, melted away almost like snow,as they lay in heaps at her feet--but alice hardly noticed this, there were so manyother curious things to think about. they hadn't gone much farther before theblade of one of the oars got fast in the water and wouldn't come out again (so aliceexplained it afterwards), and the consequence was that the handle of it caught her under the chin, and, in spite ofa series of little shrieks of 'oh, oh, oh!' from poor alice, it swept her straight offthe seat, and down among the heap of rushes.

however, she wasn't hurt, and was soon upagain: the sheep went on with her knitting all the while, just as if nothing hadhappened. 'that was a nice crab you caught!' sheremarked, as alice got back into her place, very much relieved to find herself still inthe boat. 'was it? i didn't see it,' said alice, peepingcautiously over the side of the boat into the dark water.'i wish it hadn't let go--i should so like to see a little crab to take home with me!' but the sheep only laughed scornfully, andwent on with her knitting.

'are there many crabs here?' said alice. 'crabs, and all sorts of things,' said thesheep: 'plenty of choice, only make up your mind.now, what do you want to buy?' 'to buy!' alice echoed in a tone that was halfastonished and half frightened--for the oars, and the boat, and the river, hadvanished all in a moment, and she was back again in the little dark shop. 'i should like to buy an egg, please,' shesaid timidly. 'how do you sell them?''fivepence farthing for one--twopence for

two,' the sheep replied. 'then two are cheaper than one?'alice said in a surprised tone, taking out her purse.'only you must eat them both, if you buy two,' said the sheep. 'then i'll have one, please,' said alice,as she put the money down on the counter. for she thought to herself, 'they mightn'tbe at all nice, you know.' the sheep took the money, and put it awayin a box: then she said 'i never put things into people's hands--that would never do--you must get it for yourself.' and so saying, she went off to the otherend of the shop, and set the egg upright on

a shelf. 'i wonder why it wouldn't do?' thoughtalice, as she groped her way among the tables and chairs, for the shop was verydark towards the end. 'the egg seems to get further away the morei walk towards it. let me see, is this a chair?why, it's got branches, i declare! how very odd to find trees growing here! and actually here's a little brook!well, this is the very queerest shop i ever saw!' so she went on, wondering more and more atevery step, as everything turned into a

tree the moment she came up to it, and shequite expected the egg to do the same. chapter vi.humpty dumpty however, the egg only got larger andlarger, and more and more human: when she had come within a few yards of it, she sawthat it had eyes and a nose and mouth; and when she had come close to it, she sawclearly that it was humpty dumpty himself. 'it can't be anybody else!' she said toherself. 'i'm as certain of it, as if his name werewritten all over his face.' it might have been written a hundred times,easily, on that enormous face. humpty dumpty was sitting with his legscrossed, like a turk, on the top of a high

wall--such a narrow one that alice quitewondered how he could keep his balance-- and, as his eyes were steadily fixed in the opposite direction, and he didn't take theleast notice of her, she thought he must be a stuffed figure after all. 'and how exactly like an egg he is!' shesaid aloud, standing with her hands ready to catch him, for she was every momentexpecting him to fall. 'it's very provoking,' humpty dumpty saidafter a long silence, looking away from alice as he spoke, 'to be called an egg--very!' 'i said you looked like an egg, sir,' alicegently explained.

'and some eggs are very pretty, you know'she added, hoping to turn her remark into a sort of a compliment. 'some people,' said humpty dumpty, lookingaway from her as usual, 'have no more sense than a baby!' alice didn't know what to say to this: itwasn't at all like conversation, she thought, as he never said anything to her;in fact, his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree--so she stood andsoftly repeated to herself:-- 'humpty dumpty sat on a wall:humpty dumpty had a great fall. all the king's horses and all the king'smen

couldn't put humpty dumpty in his placeagain.' 'that last line is much too long for thepoetry,' she added, almost out loud, forgetting that humpty dumpty would hearher. 'don't stand there chattering to yourselflike that,' humpty dumpty said, looking at her for the first time, 'but tell me yourname and your business.' 'my name is alice, but--' 'it's a stupid enough name!'humpty dumpty interrupted impatiently. 'what does it mean?''must a name mean something?' alice asked doubtfully.

'of course it must,' humpty dumpty saidwith a short laugh: 'my name means the shape i am--and a good handsome shape itis, too. with a name like yours, you might be anyshape, almost.' 'why do you sit out here all alone?' saidalice, not wishing to begin an argument. 'why, because there's nobody with me!'cried humpty dumpty. 'did you think i didn't know the answer tothat? ask another.' 'don't you think you'd be safer down on theground?' alice went on, not with any idea of makinganother riddle, but simply in her good-

natured anxiety for the queer creature. 'that wall is so very narrow!''what tremendously easy riddles you ask!' humpty dumpty growled out.'of course i don't think so! why, if ever i did fall off--which there'sno chance of--but if i did--' here he pursed up his lips and looked so solemn andgrand that alice could hardly help laughing. 'if i did fall,' he went on, 'the king haspromised me--ah, you may turn pale, if you like!you didn't think i was going to say that, did you?

the king has promised me-- with his veryown mouth--to--to--' 'to send all his horses and all his men,'alice interrupted, rather unwisely. 'now i declare that's too bad!' humpty dumpty cried, breaking into a suddenpassion. 'you've been listening at doors--and behindtrees--and down chimneys--or you couldn't have known it!' 'i haven't, indeed!'alice said very gently. 'it's in a book.''ah, well! they may write such things in a book,'humpty dumpty said in a calmer tone.

'that's what you call a history of england,that is. now, take a good look at me! i'm one that has spoken to a king, i am:mayhap you'll never see such another: and to show you i'm not proud, you may shakehands with me!' and he grinned almost from ear to ear, ashe leant forwards (and as nearly as possible fell off the wall in doing so) andoffered alice his hand. she watched him a little anxiously as shetook it. 'if he smiled much more, the ends of hismouth might meet behind,' she thought: 'and then i don't know what would happen to hishead!

i'm afraid it would come off!' 'yes, all his horses and all his men,'humpty dumpty went on. 'they'd pick me up again in a minute, theywould! however, this conversation is going on alittle too fast: let's go back to the last remark but one.''i'm afraid i can't quite remember it,' alice said very politely. 'in that case we start fresh,' said humptydumpty, 'and it's my turn to choose a subject--' ('he talks about it just as ifit was a game!' thought alice.) 'so here's a question for you.

how old did you say you were?'alice made a short calculation, and said 'seven years and six months.''wrong!' humpty dumpty exclaimed triumphantly. 'you never said a word like it!''i though you meant "how old are you?"' alice explained.'if i'd meant that, i'd have said it,' said humpty dumpty. alice didn't want to begin anotherargument, so she said nothing. 'seven years and six months!'humpty dumpty repeated thoughtfully. 'an uncomfortable sort of age.

now if you'd asked my advice, i'd have said"leave off at seven"--but it's too late now.''i never ask advice about growing,' alice said indignantly. 'too proud?' the other inquired.alice felt even more indignant at this suggestion.'i mean,' she said, 'that one can't help growing older.' 'one can't, perhaps,' said humpty dumpty,'but two can. with proper assistance, you might have leftoff at seven.' 'what a beautiful belt you've got on!'

alice suddenly remarked.(they had had quite enough of the subject of age, she thought: and if they reallywere to take turns in choosing subjects, it was her turn now.) 'at least,' she corrected herself on secondthoughts, 'a beautiful cravat, i should have said--no, a belt, i mean--i beg yourpardon!' she added in dismay, for humpty dumpty looked thoroughly offended, and she began to wish she hadn't chosen thatsubject. 'if i only knew,' she thought to herself,'which was neck and which was waist!' evidently humpty dumpty was very angry,though he said nothing for a minute or two.

when he did speak again, it was in a deepgrowl. 'it is a--most--provoking--thing,' he saidat last, 'when a person doesn't know a cravat from a belt!' 'i know it's very ignorant of me,' alicesaid, in so humble a tone that humpty dumpty relented.'it's a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say. it's a present from the white king andqueen. there now!' 'is it really?' said alice, quite pleasedto find that she had chosen a good subject,

after all. 'they gave it me,' humpty dumpty continuedthoughtfully, as he crossed one knee over the other and clasped his hands round it,'they gave it me--for an un-birthday present.' 'i beg your pardon?'alice said with a puzzled air. 'i'm not offended,' said humpty dumpty.'i mean, what is an un-birthday present?' 'a present given when it isn't yourbirthday, of course.' alice considered a little.'i like birthday presents best,' she said at last.

'you don't know what you're talking about!'cried humpty dumpty. 'how many days are there in a year?''three hundred and sixty-five,' said alice. 'and how many birthdays have you?' 'one.''and if you take one from three hundred and sixty-five, what remains?''three hundred and sixty-four, of course.' humpty dumpty looked doubtful. 'i'd rather see that done on paper,' hesaid. alice couldn't help smiling as she took outher memorandum-book, and worked the sum for him:

humpty dumpty took the book, and looked atit carefully. 'that seems to be done right--' he began.'you're holding it upside down!' alice interrupted. 'to be sure i was!'humpty dumpty said gaily, as she turned it round for him.'i thought it looked a little queer. as i was saying, that seems to be doneright--though i haven't time to look it over thoroughly just now--and that showsthat there are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthdaypresents--' 'certainly,' said alice.'and only one for birthday presents, you

know. there's glory for you!''i don't know what you mean by "glory,"' alice said.humpty dumpty smiled contemptuously. 'of course you don't--till i tell you. i meant "there's a nice knock-down argumentfor you!"' 'but "glory" doesn't mean "a nice knock-down argument,"' alice objected. 'when i use a word,' humpty dumpty said inrather a scornful tone, 'it means just what i choose it to mean--neither more norless.' 'the question is,' said alice, 'whether youcan make words mean so many different

things.''the question is,' said humpty dumpty, 'which is to be master--that's all.' alice was too much puzzled to say anything,so after a minute humpty dumpty began again. 'they've a temper, some of them--particularly verbs, they're the proudest-- adjectives you can do anything with, butnot verbs--however, i can manage the whole lot of them! impenetrability!that's what i say!' 'would you tell me, please,' said alice'what that means?'

'now you talk like a reasonable child,'said humpty dumpty, looking very much pleased. 'i meant by "impenetrability" that we'vehad enough of that subject, and it would be just as well if you'd mention what you meanto do next, as i suppose you don't mean to stop here all the rest of your life.' 'that's a great deal to make one wordmean,' alice said in a thoughtful tone. 'when i make a word do a lot of work likethat,' said humpty dumpty, 'i always pay it extra.' 'oh!' said alice.she was too much puzzled to make any other

remark. 'ah, you should see 'em come round me of asaturday night,' humpty dumpty went on, wagging his head gravely from side to side:'for to get their wages, you know.' (alice didn't venture to ask what he paidthem with; and so you see i can't tell you.)'you seem very clever at explaining words, sir,' said alice. 'would you kindly tell me the meaning ofthe poem called "jabberwocky"?' 'let's hear it,' said humpty dumpty. 'i can explain all the poems that were everinvented--and a good many that haven't been

invented just yet.'this sounded very hopeful, so alice repeated the first verse: 'twas brillig, and the slithy tovesdid gyre and gimble in the wabe; all mimsy were the borogoves,and the mome raths outgrabe. 'that's enough to begin with,' humptydumpty interrupted: 'there are plenty of hard words there. "brillig" means four o'clock in theafternoon--the time when you begin broiling things for dinner.''that'll do very well,' said alice: 'and "slithy"?'

'well, "slithy" means "lithe and slimy.""lithe" is the same as "active." you see it's like a portmanteau--there aretwo meanings packed up into one word.' 'i see it now,' alice remarkedthoughtfully: 'and what are "toves"?' 'well, "toves" are something like badgers--they're something like lizards--and they're something like corkscrews.' 'they must be very curious lookingcreatures.' 'they are that,' said humpty dumpty: 'alsothey make their nests under sun-dials--also they live on cheese.' 'and what's the "gyre" and to "gimble"?''to "gyre" is to go round and round like a

gyroscope.to "gimble" is to make holes like a gimlet.' 'and "the wabe" is the grass-plot round asun-dial, i suppose?' said alice, surprised at her own ingenuity.'of course it is. it's called "wabe," you know, because itgoes a long way before it, and a long way behind it--''and a long way beyond it on each side,' alice added. 'exactly so.well, then, "mimsy" is "flimsy and miserable" (there's another portmanteau foryou).

and a "borogove" is a thin shabby-lookingbird with its feathers sticking out all round--something like a live mop.''and then "mome raths"?' said alice. 'i'm afraid i'm giving you a great deal oftrouble.' 'well, a "rath" is a sort of green pig: but"mome" i'm not certain about. i think it's short for "from home"--meaningthat they'd lost their way, you know.' 'and what does "outgrabe" mean?' 'well, "outgrabing" is something betweenbellowing and whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle: however, you'll hearit done, maybe--down in the wood yonder-- and when you've once heard it you'll bequite content.

who's been repeating all that hard stuff toyou?' 'i read it in a book,' said alice. 'but i had some poetry repeated to me, mucheasier than that, by--tweedledee, i think it was.' 'as to poetry, you know,' said humptydumpty, stretching out one of his great hands, 'i can repeat poetry as well asother folk, if it comes to that--' 'oh, it needn't come to that!' alice hastily said, hoping to keep him frombeginning. 'the piece i'm going to repeat,' he went onwithout noticing her remark, 'was written

entirely for your amusement.' alice felt that in that case she reallyought to listen to it, so she sat down, and said 'thank you' rather sadly. 'in winter, when the fields are white,i sing this song for your delight-- only i don't sing it,' he added, as anexplanation. 'i see you don't,' said alice.'if you can see whether i'm singing or not, you've sharper eyes than most.' humpty dumpty remarked severely.alice was silent. 'in spring, when woods are getting green,i'll try and tell you what i mean.'

'thank you very much,' said alice. 'in summer, when the days are long,perhaps you'll understand the song: in autumn, when the leaves are brown,take pen and ink, and write it down.' 'i will, if i can remember it so long,'said alice. 'you needn't go on making remarks likethat,' humpty dumpty said: 'they're not sensible, and they put me out.' 'i sent a message to the fish:i told them "this is what i wish." the little fishes of the sea,they sent an answer back to me. the little fishes' answer was"we cannot do it, sir, because--"'

'i'm afraid i don't quite understand,' saidalice. 'it gets easier further on,' humpty dumptyreplied. 'i sent to them again to say"it will be better to obey." the fishes answered with a grin,"why, what a temper you are in!" i told them once, i told them twice:they would not listen to advice. i took a kettle large and new,fit for the deed i had to do. my heart went hop, my heart went thump;i filled the kettle at the pump. then some one came to me and said,"the little fishes are in bed." i said to him, i said it plain,"then you must wake them up again."

i said it very loud and clear;i went and shouted in his ear.' humpty dumpty raised his voice almost to ascream as he repeated this verse, and alice thought with a shudder, 'i wouldn't havebeen the messenger for anything!' 'but he was very stiff and proud;he said "you needn't shout so loud!" and he was very proud and stiff;he said "i'd go and wake them, if--" i took a corkscrew from the shelf:i went to wake them up myself. and when i found the door was locked,i pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked. and when i found the door was shut,i tried to turn the handle, but--' there was a long pause.'is that all?'

alice timidly asked.'that's all,' said humpty dumpty. 'good-bye.' this was rather sudden, alice thought: but,after such a very strong hint that she ought to be going, she felt that it wouldhardly be civil to stay. so she got up, and held out her hand. 'good-bye, till we meet again!' she said ascheerfully as she could. 'i shouldn't know you again if we didmeet,' humpty dumpty replied in a discontented tone, giving her one of hisfingers to shake; 'you're so exactly like other people.'

'the face is what one goes by, generally,'alice remarked in a thoughtful tone. 'that's just what i complain of,' saidhumpty dumpty. 'your face is the same as everybody has--the two eyes, so--' (marking their places in the air with this thumb) 'nose in themiddle, mouth under. it's always the same. now if you had the two eyes on the sameside of the nose, for instance--or the mouth at the top--that would be some help.''it wouldn't look nice,' alice objected. but humpty dumpty only shut his eyes andsaid 'wait till you've tried.' alice waited a minute to see if he wouldspeak again, but as he never opened his

eyes or took any further notice of her, shesaid 'good-bye!' once more, and, getting no answer to this, she quietly walked away: but she couldn't help saying to herself asshe went, 'of all the unsatisfactory--' (she repeated this aloud, as it was a greatcomfort to have such a long word to say) 'of all the unsatisfactory people i ever met--' she never finished the sentence, forat this moment a heavy crash shook the forest from end to end. chapter vii.the lion and the unicorn the next moment soldiers came runningthrough the wood, at first in twos and

threes, then ten or twenty together, and atlast in such crowds that they seemed to fill the whole forest. alice got behind a tree, for fear of beingrun over, and watched them go by. she thought that in all her life she hadnever seen soldiers so uncertain on their feet: they were always tripping oversomething or other, and whenever one went down, several more always fell over him, so that the ground was soon covered withlittle heaps of men. then came the horses. having four feet, these managed ratherbetter than the foot-soldiers: but even

they stumbled now and then; and it seemedto be a regular rule that, whenever a horse stumbled the rider fell off instantly. the confusion got worse every moment, andalice was very glad to get out of the wood into an open place, where she found thewhite king seated on the ground, busily writing in his memorandum-book. 'i've sent them all!' the king cried in atone of delight, on seeing alice. 'did you happen to meet any soldiers, mydear, as you came through the wood?' 'yes, i did,' said alice: 'severalthousand, i should think.' 'four thousand two hundred and seven,that's the exact number,' the king said,

referring to his book. 'i couldn't send all the horses, you know,because two of them are wanted in the game. and i haven't sent the two messengers,either. they're both gone to the town. just look along the road, and tell me ifyou can see either of them.' 'i see nobody on the road,' said alice.'i only wish i had such eyes,' the king remarked in a fretful tone. 'to be able to see nobody!and at that distance, too! why, it's as much as i can do to see realpeople, by this light!'

all this was lost on alice, who was stilllooking intently along the road, shading her eyes with one hand.'i see somebody now!' she exclaimed at 'but he's coming very slowly--and whatcurious attitudes he goes into!' (for the messenger kept skipping up anddown, and wriggling like an eel, as he came along, with his great hands spread out likefans on each side.) 'not at all,' said the king. 'he's an anglo-saxon messenger--and thoseare anglo-saxon attitudes. he only does them when he's happy.his name is haigha.' (he pronounced it so as to rhyme with'mayor.')

'i love my love with an h,' alice couldn'thelp beginning, 'because he is happy. i hate him with an h, because he ishideous. i fed him with--with--with ham-sandwichesand hay. his name is haigha, and he lives--' 'he lives on the hill,' the king remarkedsimply, without the least idea that he was joining in the game, while alice was stillhesitating for the name of a town beginning with h. 'the other messenger's called hatta.i must have two, you know--to come and go. one to come, and one to go.''i beg your pardon?' said alice.

'it isn't respectable to beg,' said theking. 'i only meant that i didn't understand,'said alice. 'why one to come and one to go?' 'didn't i tell you?' the king repeatedimpatiently. 'i must have two--to fetch and carry.one to fetch, and one to carry.' at this moment the messenger arrived: hewas far too much out of breath to say a word, and could only wave his hands about,and make the most fearful faces at the poor king. 'this young lady loves you with an h,' theking said, introducing alice in the hope of

turning off the messenger's attention fromhimself--but it was no use--the anglo-saxon attitudes only got more extraordinary every moment, while the great eyes rolled wildlyfrom side to side. 'you alarm me!' said the king.'i feel faint--give me a ham sandwich!' on which the messenger, to alice's greatamusement, opened a bag that hung round his neck, and handed a sandwich to the king,who devoured it greedily. 'another sandwich!' said the king. 'there's nothing but hay left now,' themessenger said, peeping into the bag. 'hay, then,' the king murmured in a faintwhisper.

alice was glad to see that it revived him agood deal. 'there's nothing like eating hay whenyou're faint,' he remarked to her, as he munched away. 'i should think throwing cold water overyou would be better,' alice suggested: 'or some sal-volatile.''i didn't say there was nothing better,' the king replied. 'i said there was nothing like it.'which alice did not venture to deny. 'who did you pass on the road?' the kingwent on, holding out his hand to the messenger for some more hay.

'nobody,' said the messenger.'quite right,' said the king: 'this young lady saw him too.so of course nobody walks slower than you.' 'i do my best,' the messenger said in asulky tone. 'i'm sure nobody walks much faster than ido!' 'he can't do that,' said the king, 'or elsehe'd have been here first. however, now you've got your breath, youmay tell us what's happened in the town.' 'i'll whisper it,' said the messenger,putting his hands to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet, and stooping so as to getclose to the king's ear. alice was sorry for this, as she wanted tohear the news too.

however, instead of whispering, he simplyshouted at the top of his voice 'they're at it again!' 'do you call that a whisper?' cried thepoor king, jumping up and shaking himself. 'if you do such a thing again, i'll haveyou buttered! it went through and through my head like anearthquake!' 'it would have to be a very tinyearthquake!' thought alice. 'who are at it again?' she ventured to ask. 'why the lion and the unicorn, of course,'said the king. 'fighting for the crown?'

'yes, to be sure,' said the king: 'and thebest of the joke is, that it's my crown all the while!let's run and see them.' and they trotted off, alice repeating toherself, as she ran, the words of the old song:-- 'the lion and the unicorn were fighting forthe crown: the lion beat the unicorn all round thetown. some gave them white bread, some gave thembrown; some gave them plum-cake and drummed themout of town.' 'does--the one--that wins--get the crown?'she asked, as well as she could, for the

run was putting her quite out of breath.'dear me, no!' said the king. 'what an idea!' 'would you--be good enough,' alice pantedout, after running a little further, 'to stop a minute--just to get--one's breathagain?' 'i'm good enough,' the king said, 'only i'mnot strong enough. you see, a minute goes by so fearfullyquick. you might as well try to stop abandersnatch!' alice had no more breath for talking, sothey trotted on in silence, till they came in sight of a great crowd, in the middle ofwhich the lion and unicorn were fighting.

they were in such a cloud of dust, that atfirst alice could not make out which was which: but she soon managed to distinguishthe unicorn by his horn. they placed themselves close to wherehatta, the other messenger, was standing watching the fight, with a cup of tea inone hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. 'he's only just out of prison, and hehadn't finished his tea when he was sent in,' haigha whispered to alice: 'and theyonly give them oyster-shells in there--so you see he's very hungry and thirsty. how are you, dear child?' he went on,putting his arm affectionately round

hatta's neck.hatta looked round and nodded, and went on with his bread and butter. 'were you happy in prison, dear child?'said haigha. hatta looked round once more, and this timea tear or two trickled down his cheek: but not a word would he say. 'speak, can't you!'haigha cried impatiently. but hatta only munched away, and drank somemore tea. 'speak, won't you!' cried the king. 'how are they getting on with the fight?'hatta made a desperate effort, and

swallowed a large piece of bread-and-butter. 'they're getting on very well,' he said ina choking voice: 'each of them has been down about eighty-seven times.''then i suppose they'll soon bring the white bread and the brown?' alice ventured to remark.'it's waiting for 'em now,' said hatta: 'this is a bit of it as i'm eating.' there was a pause in the fight just then,and the lion and the unicorn sat down, panting, while the king called out 'tenminutes allowed for refreshments!' haigha and hatta set to work at once,carrying rough trays of white and brown

bread.alice took a piece to taste, but it was very dry. 'i don't think they'll fight any more to-day,' the king said to hatta: 'go and order the drums to begin.'and hatta went bounding away like a grasshopper. for a minute or two alice stood silent,watching him. suddenly she brightened up.'look, look!' she cried, pointing eagerly. 'there's the white queen running across thecountry! she came flying out of the wood overyonder--how fast those queens can run!'

'there's some enemy after her, no doubt,'the king said, without even looking round. 'that wood's full of them.''but aren't you going to run and help her?' alice asked, very much surprised at histaking it so quietly. 'no use, no use!' said the king.'she runs so fearfully quick. you might as well try to catch abandersnatch! but i'll make a memorandum about her, ifyou like--she's a dear good creature,' he repeated softly to himself, as he openedhis memorandum-book. 'do you spell "creature" with a double"e"?' at this moment the unicorn sauntered bythem, with his hands in his pockets.

'i had the best of it this time?' he saidto the king, just glancing at him as he passed.'a little--a little,' the king replied, rather nervously. 'you shouldn't have run him through withyour horn, you know.' 'it didn't hurt him,' the unicorn saidcarelessly, and he was going on, when his eye happened to fall upon alice: he turnedround rather instantly, and stood for some time looking at her with an air of thedeepest disgust. 'what--is--this?' he said at last.'this is a child!' haigha replied eagerly, coming in front ofalice to introduce her, and spreading out

both his hands towards her in an anglo-saxon attitude. 'we only found it to-day. it's as large as life, and twice asnatural!' 'i always thought they were fabulousmonsters!' said the unicorn. 'is it alive?' 'it can talk,' said haigha, solemnly.the unicorn looked dreamily at alice, and said 'talk, child.' alice could not help her lips curling upinto a smile as she began: 'do you know, i always thought unicorns were fabulousmonsters, too!

i never saw one alive before!' 'well, now that we have seen each other,'said the unicorn, 'if you'll believe in me, i'll believe in you.is that a bargain?' 'yes, if you like,' said alice. 'come, fetch out the plum-cake, old man!'the unicorn went on, turning from her to the king.'none of your brown bread for me!' 'certainly--certainly!' the king muttered,and beckoned to haigha. 'open the bag!' he whispered.'quick! not that one--that's full of hay!'

haigha took a large cake out of the bag,and gave it to alice to hold, while he got out a dish and carving-knife.how they all came out of it alice couldn't guess. it was just like a conjuring-trick, shethought. the lion had joined them while this wasgoing on: he looked very tired and sleepy, and his eyes were half shut. 'what's this!' he said, blinking lazily atalice, and speaking in a deep hollow tone that sounded like the tolling of a greatbell. 'ah, what is it, now?' the unicorn criedeagerly.

'you'll never guess!i couldn't.' the lion looked at alice wearily. 'are you animal--vegetable--or mineral?' hesaid, yawning at every other word. 'it's a fabulous monster!' the unicorncried out, before alice could reply. 'then hand round the plum-cake, monster,'the lion said, lying down and putting his chin on this paws. 'and sit down, both of you,' (to the kingand the unicorn): 'fair play with the cake, you know!' the king was evidently very uncomfortableat having to sit down between the two great

creatures; but there was no other place forhim. 'what a fight we might have for the crown,now!' the unicorn said, looking slyly up at the crown, which the poor king was nearlyshaking off his head, he trembled so much. 'i should win easy,' said the lion. 'i'm not so sure of that,' said theunicorn. 'why, i beat you all round the town, youchicken!' the lion replied angrily, half getting up as he spoke. here the king interrupted, to prevent thequarrel going on: he was very nervous, and his voice quite quivered.'all round the town?' he said.

'that's a good long way. did you go by the old bridge, or themarket-place? you get the best view by the old bridge.''i'm sure i don't know,' the lion growled out as he lay down again. 'there was too much dust to see anything.what a time the monster is, cutting up that cake!' alice had seated herself on the bank of alittle brook, with the great dish on her knees, and was sawing away diligently withthe knife. 'it's very provoking!' she said, in replyto the lion (she was getting quite used to

being called 'the monster').'i've cut several slices already, but they always join on again!' 'you don't know how to manage looking-glasscakes,' the unicorn remarked. 'hand it round first, and cut itafterwards.' this sounded nonsense, but alice veryobediently got up, and carried the dish round, and the cake divided itself intothree pieces as she did so. 'now cut it up,' said the lion, as shereturned to her place with the empty dish. 'i say, this isn't fair!' cried theunicorn, as alice sat with the knife in her hand, very much puzzled how to begin.

'the monster has given the lion twice asmuch as me!' 'she's kept none for herself, anyhow,' saidthe lion. 'do you like plum-cake, monster?' but before alice could answer him, thedrums began. where the noise came from, she couldn'tmake out: the air seemed full of it, and it rang through and through her head till shefelt quite deafened. she started to her feet and sprang acrossthe little brook in her terror, and had just time to see the lion and the unicornrise to their feet, with angry looks at being interrupted in their feast, before

she dropped to her knees, and put her handsover her ears, vainly trying to shut out the dreadful uproar. 'if that doesn't "drum them out of town,"'she thought to herself, 'nothing ever will!' chapter viii.'it's my own invention' after a while the noise seemed gradually todie away, till all was dead silence, and alice lifted up her head in some alarm. there was no one to be seen, and her firstthought was that she must have been dreaming about the lion and the unicorn andthose queer anglo-saxon messengers.

however, there was the great dish stilllying at her feet, on which she had tried to cut the plum-cake, 'so i wasn'tdreaming, after all,' she said to herself, 'unless--unless we're all part of the samedream. only i do hope it's my dream, and not thered king's! i don't like belonging to another person'sdream,' she went on in a rather complaining tone: 'i've a great mind to go and wakehim, and see what happens!' at this moment her thoughts wereinterrupted by a loud shouting of 'ahoy! ahoy! check!' and a knight dressed in crimsonarmour came galloping down upon her,

brandishing a great club. just as he reached her, the horse stoppedsuddenly: 'you're my prisoner!' the knight cried, as he tumbled off his horse. startled as she was, alice was morefrightened for him than for herself at the moment, and watched him with some anxietyas he mounted again. as soon as he was comfortably in thesaddle, he began once more 'you're my--' but here another voice broke in 'ahoy!ahoy! check!' and alice looked round in somesurprise for the new enemy. this time it was a white knight.

he drew up at alice's side, and tumbled offhis horse just as the red knight had done: then he got on again, and the two knightssat and looked at each other for some time without speaking. alice looked from one to the other in somebewilderment. 'she's my prisoner, you know!' the redknight said at last. 'yes, but then i came and rescued her!' thewhite knight replied. 'well, we must fight for her, then,' saidthe red knight, as he took up his helmet (which hung from the saddle, and wassomething the shape of a horse's head), and put it on.

'you will observe the rules of battle, ofcourse?' the white knight remarked, putting on his helmet too. 'i always do,' said the red knight, andthey began banging away at each other with such fury that alice got behind a tree tobe out of the way of the blows. 'i wonder, now, what the rules of battleare,' she said to herself, as she watched the fight, timidly peeping out from herhiding-place: 'one rule seems to be, that if one knight hits the other, he knocks him off his horse, and if he misses, he tumblesoff himself--and another rule seems to be that they hold their clubs with their arms,as if they were punch and judy--what a

noise they make when they tumble! just like a whole set of fire-irons fallinginto the fender! and how quiet the horses are!they let them get on and off them just as if they were tables!' another rule of battle, that alice had notnoticed, seemed to be that they always fell on their heads, and the battle ended withtheir both falling off in this way, side by side: when they got up again, they shook hands, and then the red knight mounted andgalloped off. 'it was a glorious victory, wasn't it?'said the white knight, as he came up

panting. 'i don't know,' alice said doubtfully.'i don't want to be anybody's prisoner. i want to be a queen.''so you will, when you've crossed the next brook,' said the white knight. 'i'll see you safe to the end of the wood--and then i must go back, you know. that's the end of my move.''thank you very much,' said alice. 'may i help you off with your helmet?' it was evidently more than he could manageby himself; however, she managed to shake him out of it at last.

'now one can breathe more easily,' said theknight, putting back his shaggy hair with both hands, and turning his gentle face andlarge mild eyes to alice. she thought she had never seen such astrange-looking soldier in all her life. he was dressed in tin armour, which seemedto fit him very badly, and he had a queer- shaped little deal box fastened across hisshoulder, upside-down, and with the lid hanging open. alice looked at it with great curiosity.'i see you're admiring my little box.' the knight said in a friendly tone.'it's my own invention--to keep clothes and sandwiches in.

you see i carry it upside-down, so that therain can't get in.' 'but the things can get out,' alice gentlyremarked. 'do you know the lid's open?' 'i didn't know it,' the knight said, ashade of vexation passing over his face. 'then all the things must have fallen out!and the box is no use without them.' he unfastened it as he spoke, and was justgoing to throw it into the bushes, when a sudden thought seemed to strike him, and hehung it carefully on a tree. 'can you guess why i did that?' he said toalice. alice shook her head.'in hopes some bees may make a nest in it--

then i should get the honey.' 'but you've got a bee-hive--or somethinglike one--fastened to the saddle,' said alice. 'yes, it's a very good bee-hive,' theknight said in a discontented tone, 'one of the best kind.but not a single bee has come near it yet. and the other thing is a mouse-trap. i suppose the mice keep the bees out--orthe bees keep the mice out, i don't know which.''i was wondering what the mouse-trap was for,' said alice.

'it isn't very likely there would be anymice on the horse's back.' 'not very likely, perhaps,' said theknight: 'but if they do come, i don't choose to have them running all about.' 'you see,' he went on after a pause, 'it'sas well to be provided for everything. that's the reason the horse has all thoseanklets round his feet.' 'but what are they for?' alice asked in a tone of great curiosity.'to guard against the bites of sharks,' the knight replied.'it's an invention of my own. and now help me on.

i'll go with you to the end of the wood--what's the dish for?' 'it's meant for plum-cake,' said alice.'we'd better take it with us,' the knight 'it'll come in handy if we find any plum-cake. help me to get it into this bag.' this took a very long time to manage,though alice held the bag open very carefully, because the knight was so veryawkward in putting in the dish: the first two or three times that he tried he fell inhimself instead. 'it's rather a tight fit, you see,' hesaid, as they got it in a last; 'there are so many candlesticks in the bag.'

and he hung it to the saddle, which wasalready loaded with bunches of carrots, and fire-irons, and many other things.'i hope you've got your hair well fastened on?' he continued, as they set off. 'only in the usual way,' alice said,smiling. 'that's hardly enough,' he said, anxiously.'you see the wind is so very strong here. it's as strong as soup.' 'have you invented a plan for keeping thehair from being blown off?' alice enquired.'not yet,' said the knight. 'but i've got a plan for keeping it fromfalling off.'

'i should like to hear it, very much.''first you take an upright stick,' said the knight. 'then you make your hair creep up it, likea fruit-tree. now the reason hair falls off is because ithangs down--things never fall upwards, you it's a plan of my own invention.you may try it if you like.' it didn't sound a comfortable plan, alicethought, and for a few minutes she walked on in silence, puzzling over the idea, andevery now and then stopping to help the poor knight, who certainly was not a goodrider. whenever the horse stopped (which it didvery often), he fell off in front; and

whenever it went on again (which itgenerally did rather suddenly), he fell off behind. otherwise he kept on pretty well, exceptthat he had a habit of now and then falling off sideways; and as he generally did thison the side on which alice was walking, she soon found that it was the best plan not towalk quite close to the horse. 'i'm afraid you've not had much practice inriding,' she ventured to say, as she was helping him up from his fifth tumble. the knight looked very much surprised, anda little offended at the remark. 'what makes you say that?' he asked, as hescrambled back into the saddle, keeping

hold of alice's hair with one hand, to savehimself from falling over on the other side. 'because people don't fall off quite sooften, when they've had much practice.' 'i've had plenty of practice,' the knightsaid very gravely: 'plenty of practice!' alice could think of nothing better to saythan 'indeed?' but she said it as heartily as she could. they went on a little way in silence afterthis, the knight with his eyes shut, muttering to himself, and alice watchinganxiously for the next tumble. 'the great art of riding,' the knightsuddenly began in a loud voice, waving his

right arm as he spoke, 'is to keep--' herethe sentence ended as suddenly as it had begun, as the knight fell heavily on the top of his head exactly in the path wherealice was walking. she was quite frightened this time, andsaid in an anxious tone, as she picked him up, 'i hope no bones are broken?' 'none to speak of,' the knight said, as ifhe didn't mind breaking two or three of them.'the great art of riding, as i was saying, is--to keep your balance properly. like this, you know--'he let go the bridle, and stretched out

both his arms to show alice what he meant,and this time he fell flat on his back, right under the horse's feet. 'plenty of practice!' he went on repeating,all the time that alice was getting him on his feet again.'plenty of practice!' 'it's too ridiculous!' cried alice, losingall her patience this time. 'you ought to have a wooden horse onwheels, that you ought!' 'does that kind go smoothly?' the knightasked in a tone of great interest, clasping his arms round the horse's neck as hespoke, just in time to save himself from tumbling off again.

'much more smoothly than a live horse,'alice said, with a little scream of laughter, in spite of all she could do toprevent it. 'i'll get one,' the knight saidthoughtfully to himself. 'one or two--several.'there was a short silence after this, and then the knight went on again. 'i'm a great hand at inventing things.now, i daresay you noticed, that last time you picked me up, that i was looking ratherthoughtful?' 'you were a little grave,' said alice. 'well, just then i was inventing a new wayof getting over a gate--would you like to

hear it?''very much indeed,' alice said politely. 'i'll tell you how i came to think of it,'said the knight. 'you see, i said to myself, "the onlydifficulty is with the feet: the head is high enough already." now, first i put my head on the top of thegate--then i stand on my head--then the feet are high enough, you see--then i'mover, you see.' 'yes, i suppose you'd be over when that wasdone,' alice said thoughtfully: 'but don't you think it would be rather hard?' 'i haven't tried it yet,' the knight said,gravely: 'so i can't tell for certain--but

i'm afraid it would be a little hard.'he looked so vexed at the idea, that alice changed the subject hastily. 'what a curious helmet you've got!' shesaid cheerfully. 'is that your invention too?'the knight looked down proudly at his helmet, which hung from the saddle. 'yes,' he said, 'but i've invented a betterone than that--like a sugar loaf. when i used to wear it, if i fell off thehorse, it always touched the ground directly. so i had a very little way to fall, yousee--but there was the danger of falling

into it, to be sure. that happened to me once--and the worst ofit was, before i could get out again, the other white knight came and put it on.he thought it was his own helmet.' the knight looked so solemn about it thatalice did not dare to laugh. 'i'm afraid you must have hurt him,' shesaid in a trembling voice, 'being on the top of his head.' 'i had to kick him, of course,' the knightsaid, very seriously. 'and then he took the helmet off again--butit took hours and hours to get me out. i was as fast as--as lightning, you know.'

'but that's a different kind of fastness,'alice objected. the knight shook his head.'it was all kinds of fastness with me, i can assure you!' he said. he raised his hands in some excitement ashe said this, and instantly rolled out of the saddle, and fell headlong into a deepditch. alice ran to the side of the ditch to lookfor him. she was rather startled by the fall, as forsome time he had kept on very well, and she was afraid that he really was hurt thistime. however, though she could see nothing butthe soles of his feet, she was much

relieved to hear that he was talking on inhis usual tone. 'all kinds of fastness,' he repeated: 'butit was careless of him to put another man's helmet on--with the man in it, too.''how can you go on talking so quietly, head downwards?' alice asked, as she dragged him out by thefeet, and laid him in a heap on the bank. the knight looked surprised at thequestion. 'what does it matter where my body happensto be?' he said. 'my mind goes on working all the same.in fact, the more head downwards i am, the more i keep inventing new things.'

'now the cleverest thing of the sort that iever did,' he went on after a pause, 'was inventing a new pudding during the meat-course.' 'in time to have it cooked for the nextcourse?' said alice. 'well, not the next course,' the knightsaid in a slow thoughtful tone: 'no, certainly not the next course.' 'then it would have to be the next day.i suppose you wouldn't have two pudding- courses in one dinner?''well, not the next day,' the knight repeated as before: 'not the next day. in fact,' he went on, holding his headdown, and his voice getting lower and

lower, 'i don't believe that pudding everwas cooked! in fact, i don't believe that pudding everwill be cooked! and yet it was a very clever pudding toinvent.' 'what did you mean it to be made of?' alice asked, hoping to cheer him up, forthe poor knight seemed quite low-spirited about it.'it began with blotting paper,' the knight answered with a groan. 'that wouldn't be very nice, i'm afraid--''not very nice alone,' he interrupted, quite eagerly: 'but you've no idea what adifference it makes mixing it with other

things--such as gunpowder and sealing-wax. and here i must leave you.'they had just come to the end of the wood. alice could only look puzzled: she wasthinking of the pudding. 'you are sad,' the knight said in ananxious tone: 'let me sing you a song to comfort you.''is it very long?' alice asked, for she had heard a good dealof poetry that day. 'it's long,' said the knight, 'but very,very beautiful. everybody that hears me sing it--either itbrings the tears into their eyes, or else-- ''or else what?' said alice, for the knight

had made a sudden pause. 'or else it doesn't, you know.the name of the song is called "haddocks' eyes."''oh, that's the name of the song, is it?' alice said, trying to feel interested. 'no, you don't understand,' the knightsaid, looking a little vexed. 'that's what the name is called.the name really is "the aged aged man."' 'then i ought to have said "that's what thesong is called"?' alice corrected herself.'no, you oughtn't: that's quite another thing!

the song is called "ways and means": butthat's only what it's called, you know!' 'well, what is the song, then?' said alice,who was by this time completely bewildered. 'i was coming to that,' the knight said. 'the song really is "a-sitting on a gate":and the tune's my own invention.' so saying, he stopped his horse and let thereins fall on its neck: then, slowly beating time with one hand, and with afaint smile lighting up his gentle foolish face, as if he enjoyed the music of hissong, he began. of all the strange things that alice saw inher journey through the looking-glass, this was the one that she always remembered mostclearly.

years afterwards she could bring the wholescene back again, as if it had been only yesterday--the mild blue eyes and kindlysmile of the knight--the setting sun gleaming through his hair, and shining on his armour in a blaze of light that quitedazzled her--the horse quietly moving about, with the reins hanging loose on hisneck, cropping the grass at her feet--and the black shadows of the forest behind--all this she took in like a picture, as, withone hand shading her eyes, she leant against a tree, watching the strange pair,and listening, in a half dream, to the melancholy music of the song.

'but the tune isn't his own invention,' shesaid to herself: 'it's "i give thee all, i can no more."'she stood and listened very attentively, but no tears came into her eyes. 'i'll tell thee everything i can;there's little to relate. i saw an aged aged man,a-sitting on a gate. "who are you, aged man?"i said, "and how is it you live?"and his answer trickled through my head like water through a sieve. he said "i look for butterfliesthat sleep among the wheat:

i make them into mutton-pies,and sell them in the street. i sell them unto men," he said,"who sail on stormy seas; and that's the way i get my bread--a trifle, if you please." but i was thinking of a planto dye one's whiskers green, and always use so large a fanthat they could not be seen. so, having no reply to giveto what the old man said, i cried, "come, tell me how you live!"and thumped him on the head. his accents mild took up the tale:he said "i go my ways, and when i find a mountain-rill,i set it in a blaze;

and thence they make a stuff they callrolands' macassar oil-- yet twopence-halfpenny is allthey give me for my toil." but i was thinking of a wayto feed oneself on batter, and so go on from day to daygetting a little fatter. i shook him well from side to side,until his face was blue: "come, tell me how you live," i cried,"and what it is you do!" he said "i hunt for haddocks' eyesamong the heather bright, and work them into waistcoat-buttonsin the silent night. and these i do not sell for goldor coin of silvery shine

but for a copper halfpenny,and that will purchase nine. "i sometimes dig for buttered rolls,or set limed twigs for crabs; i sometimes search the grassy knollsfor wheels of hansom-cabs. and that's the way" (he gave a wink)"by which i get my wealth-- and very gladly will i drinkyour honour's noble health." i heard him then, for i had justcompleted my design to keep the menai bridge from rustby boiling it in wine. i thanked him much for telling methe way he got his wealth, but chiefly for his wish that hemight drink my noble health.

and now, if e'er by chance i putmy fingers into glue or madly squeeze a right-hand footinto a left-hand shoe, or if i drop upon my toea very heavy weight, i weep, for it reminds me so,of that old man i used to know-- whose look was mild, whose speech was slow,whose hair was whiter than the snow, whose face was very like a crow,with eyes, like cinders, all aglow, who seemed distracted with his woe,who rocked his body to and fro, and muttered mumblingly and low,as if his mouth were full of dough, who snorted like a buffalo--that summer evening, long ago,

a-sitting on a gate.' as the knight sang the last words of theballad, he gathered up the reins, and turned his horse's head along the road bywhich they had come. 'you've only a few yards to go,' he said,'down the hill and over that little brook, and then you'll be a queen--but you'll stayand see me off first?' he added as alice turned with an eager look in the directionto which he pointed. 'i shan't be long.you'll wait and wave your handkerchief when i get to that turn in the road? i think it'll encourage me, you see.''of course i'll wait,' said alice: 'and

thank you very much for coming so far--andfor the song--i liked it very much.' 'i hope so,' the knight said doubtfully:'but you didn't cry so much as i thought you would.'so they shook hands, and then the knight rode slowly away into the forest. 'it won't take long to see him off, iexpect,' alice said to herself, as she stood watching him.'there he goes! right on his head as usual! however, he gets on again pretty easily--that comes of having so many things hung round the horse--' so she went on talkingto herself, as she watched the horse

walking leisurely along the road, and the knight tumbling off, first on one side andthen on the other. after the fourth or fifth tumble he reachedthe turn, and then she waved her handkerchief to him, and waited till he wasout of sight. 'i hope it encouraged him,' she said, asshe turned to run down the hill: 'and now for the last brook, and to be a queen!how grand it sounds!' a very few steps brought her to the edge ofthe brook. 'the eighth square at last!' she cried asshe bounded across, and threw herself down to rest on a lawn as soft as moss, withlittle flower-beds dotted about it here and

there. 'oh, how glad i am to get here!and what is this on my head?' she exclaimed in a tone of dismay, as she put her handsup to something very heavy, and fitted tight all round her head. 'but how can it have got there without myknowing it?' she said to herself, as she lifted it off, and set it on her lap tomake out what it could possibly be. it was a golden crown. chapter ix.queen alice 'well, this is grand!' said alice.

'i never expected i should be a queen sosoon--and i'll tell you what it is, your majesty,' she went on in a severe tone (shewas always rather fond of scolding herself), 'it'll never do for you to belolling about on the grass like that! queens have to be dignified, you know!' so she got up and walked about--ratherstiffly just at first, as she was afraid that the crown might come off: but shecomforted herself with the thought that there was nobody to see her, 'and if i really am a queen,' she said as she satdown again, 'i shall be able to manage it quite well in time.'

everything was happening so oddly that shedidn't feel a bit surprised at finding the red queen and the white queen sitting closeto her, one on each side: she would have liked very much to ask them how they came there, but she feared it would not be quitecivil. however, there would be no harm, shethought, in asking if the game was over. 'please, would you tell me--' she began,looking timidly at the red queen. 'speak when you're spoken to!'the queen sharply interrupted her. 'but if everybody obeyed that rule,' saidalice, who was always ready for a little argument, 'and if you only spoke when youwere spoken to, and the other person always

waited for you to begin, you see nobodywould ever say anything, so that--' 'ridiculous!' cried the queen. 'why, don't you see, child--' here shebroke off with a frown, and, after thinking for a minute, suddenly changed the subjectof the conversation. 'what do you mean by "if you really are aqueen"? what right have you to call yourself so?you can't be a queen, you know, till you've passed the proper examination. and the sooner we begin it, the better.''i only said "if"!' poor alice pleaded in a piteous tone.

the two queens looked at each other, andthe red queen remarked, with a little shudder, 'she says she only said "if"--''but she said a great deal more than that!' the white queen moaned, wringing her hands. 'oh, ever so much more than that!''so you did, you know,' the red queen said to alice.'always speak the truth--think before you speak--and write it down afterwards.' 'i'm sure i didn't mean--' alice wasbeginning, but the red queen interrupted her impatiently.'that's just what i complain of! you should have meant!

what do you suppose is the use of childwithout any meaning? even a joke should have some meaning--and achild's more important than a joke, i hope. you couldn't deny that, even if you triedwith both hands.' 'i don't deny things with my hands,' aliceobjected. 'nobody said you did,' said the red queen. 'i said you couldn't if you tried.''she's in that state of mind,' said the white queen, 'that she wants to denysomething--only she doesn't know what to deny!' 'a nasty, vicious temper,' the red queenremarked; and then there was an

uncomfortable silence for a minute or two. the red queen broke the silence by sayingto the white queen, 'i invite you to alice's dinner-party this afternoon.'the white queen smiled feebly, and said 'and i invite you.' 'i didn't know i was to have a party atall,' said alice; 'but if there is to be one, i think i ought to invite the guests.' 'we gave you the opportunity of doing it,'the red queen remarked: 'but i daresay you've not had many lessons in mannersyet?' 'manners are not taught in lessons,' saidalice.

'lessons teach you to do sums, and thingsof that sort.' 'and you do addition?' the white queenasked. 'what's one and one and one and one and oneand one and one and one and one and one?' 'i don't know,' said alice. 'i lost count.''she can't do addition,' the red queen interrupted.'can you do subtraction? take nine from eight.' 'nine from eight i can't, you know,' alicereplied very readily: 'but--' 'she can't do subtraction,' said the whitequeen.

'can you do division? divide a loaf by a knife--what's the answerto that?' 'i suppose--' alice was beginning, but thered queen answered for her. 'bread-and-butter, of course. try another subtraction sum.take a bone from a dog: what remains?' alice considered. 'the bone wouldn't remain, of course, if itook it--and the dog wouldn't remain; it would come to bite me--and i'm sure ishouldn't remain!' 'then you think nothing would remain?' saidthe red queen.

'i think that's the answer.''wrong, as usual,' said the red queen: 'the dog's temper would remain.' 'but i don't see how--''why, look here!' the red queen cried. 'the dog would lose its temper, wouldn'tit?' 'perhaps it would,' alice repliedcautiously. 'then if the dog went away, its temperwould remain!' the queen exclaimed triumphantly. alice said, as gravely as she could, 'theymight go different ways.' but she couldn't help thinking to herself,'what dreadful nonsense we are talking!'

'she can't do sums a bit!' the queens saidtogether, with great emphasis. 'can you do sums?' alice said, turning suddenly on the whitequeen, for she didn't like being found fault with so much.the queen gasped and shut her eyes. 'i can do addition, if you give me time--but i can do subtraction, under any circumstances!''of course you know your a b c?' said the 'to be sure i do.' said alice.'so do i,' the white queen whispered: 'we'll often say it over together, dear.and i'll tell you a secret--i can read words of one letter!

isn't that grand!however, don't be discouraged. you'll come to it in time.'here the red queen began again. 'can you answer useful questions?' shesaid. 'how is bread made?''i know that!' alice cried eagerly. 'you take some flour--''where do you pick the flower?' the white queen asked.'in a garden, or in the hedges?' 'well, it isn't picked at all,' aliceexplained: 'it's ground--' 'how many acres of ground?' said the whitequeen.

'you mustn't leave out so many things.' 'fan her head!' the red queen anxiouslyinterrupted. 'she'll be feverish after so muchthinking.' so they set to work and fanned her withbunches of leaves, till she had to beg them to leave off, it blew her hair about so.'she's all right again now,' said the red queen. 'do you know languages?what's the french for fiddle-de-dee?' 'fiddle-de-dee's not english,' alicereplied gravely. 'who ever said it was?' said the red queen.

alice thought she saw a way out of thedifficulty this time. 'if you'll tell me what language "fiddle-de-dee" is, i'll tell you the french for it!' she exclaimed triumphantly. but the red queen drew herself up ratherstiffly, and said 'queens never make bargains.''i wish queens never asked questions,' alice thought to herself. 'don't let us quarrel,' the white queensaid in an anxious tone. 'what is the cause of lightning?' 'the cause of lightning,' alice said verydecidedly, for she felt quite certain about

this, 'is the thunder--no, no!' she hastilycorrected herself. 'i meant the other way.' 'it's too late to correct it,' said the redqueen: 'when you've once said a thing, that fixes it, and you must take theconsequences.' 'which reminds me--' the white queen said,looking down and nervously clasping and unclasping her hands, 'we had such athunderstorm last tuesday--i mean one of the last set of tuesdays, you know.' alice was puzzled.'in our country,' she remarked, 'there's only one day at a time.'the red queen said, 'that's a poor thin way

of doing things. now here, we mostly have days and nightstwo or three at a time, and sometimes in the winter we take as many as five nightstogether--for warmth, you know.' 'are five nights warmer than one night,then?' alice ventured to ask.'five times as warm, of course.' 'but they should be five times as cold, bythe same rule--' 'just so!' cried the red queen. 'five times as warm, and five times ascold--just as i'm five times as rich as you are, and five times as clever!'alice sighed and gave it up.

'it's exactly like a riddle with noanswer!' she thought. 'humpty dumpty saw it too,' the white queenwent on in a low voice, more as if she were talking to herself. 'he came to the door with a corkscrew inhis hand--' 'what did he want?' said the red queen. 'he said he would come in,' the white queenwent on, 'because he was looking for a hippopotamus.now, as it happened, there wasn't such a thing in the house, that morning.' 'is there generally?'alice asked in an astonished tone.

'well, only on thursdays,' said the queen.'i know what he came for,' said alice: 'he wanted to punish the fish, because--' here the white queen began again.'it was such a thunderstorm, you can't think!'('she never could, you know,' said the red queen.) 'and part of the roof came off, and ever somuch thunder got in--and it went rolling round the room in great lumps--and knockingover the tables and things--till i was so frightened, i couldn't remember my ownname!' alice thought to herself, 'i never shouldtry to remember my name in the middle of an

accident! where would be the use of it?' but she didnot say this aloud, for fear of hurting the poor queen's feeling. 'your majesty must excuse her,' the redqueen said to alice, taking one of the white queen's hands in her own, and gentlystroking it: 'she means well, but she can't help saying foolish things, as a generalrule.' the white queen looked timidly at alice,who felt she ought to say something kind, but really couldn't think of anything atthe moment. 'she never was really well brought up,' thered queen went on: 'but it's amazing how

good-tempered she is!pat her on the head, and see how pleased she'll be!' but this was more than alice had courage todo. 'a little kindness--and putting her hair inpapers--would do wonders with her--' the white queen gave a deep sigh, and laidher head on alice's shoulder. 'i am so sleepy?' she moaned.'she's tired, poor thing!' said the red 'smooth her hair--lend her your nightcap--and sing her a soothing lullaby.' 'i haven't got a nightcap with me,' saidalice, as she tried to obey the first direction: 'and i don't know any soothinglullabies.'

'i must do it myself, then,' said the redqueen, and she began: 'hush-a-by lady, in alice's lap!till the feast's ready, we've time for a nap: when the feast's over, we'll go to theball-- red queen, and white queen, and alice, andall! 'and now you know the words,' she added, asshe put her head down on alice's other shoulder, 'just sing it through to me.i'm getting sleepy, too.' in another moment both queens were fastasleep, and snoring loud. 'what am i to do?' exclaimed alice, lookingabout in great perplexity, as first one

round head, and then the other, rolled downfrom her shoulder, and lay like a heavy lump in her lap. 'i don't think it ever happened before,that any one had to take care of two queens asleep at once! no, not in all the history of england--itcouldn't, you know, because there never was more than one queen at a time. do wake up, you heavy things!' she went onin an impatient tone; but there was no answer but a gentle snoring. the snoring got more distinct every minute,and sounded more like a tune: at last she

could even make out the words, and shelistened so eagerly that, when the two great heads vanished from her lap, shehardly missed them. she was standing before an arched doorwayover which were the words queen alice in large letters, and on each side of the archthere was a bell-handle; one was marked 'visitors' bell,' and the other 'servants'bell.' 'i'll wait till the song's over,' thoughtalice, 'and then i'll ring--the--which bell must i ring?' she went on, very muchpuzzled by the names. 'i'm not a visitor, and i'm not a servant. there ought to be one marked "queen," youknow--'

just then the door opened a little way, anda creature with a long beak put its head out for a moment and said 'no admittancetill the week after next!' and shut the door again with a bang. alice knocked and rang in vain for a longtime, but at last, a very old frog, who was sitting under a tree, got up and hobbledslowly towards her: he was dressed in bright yellow, and had enormous boots on. 'what is it, now?' the frog said in a deephoarse whisper. alice turned round, ready to find faultwith anybody. 'where's the servant whose business it isto answer the door?' she began angrily.

'which door?' said the frog.alice almost stamped with irritation at the slow drawl in which he spoke. 'this door, of course!' the frog looked at the door with his largedull eyes for a minute: then he went nearer and rubbed it with his thumb, as if he weretrying whether the paint would come off; then he looked at alice. 'to answer the door?' he said.'what's it been asking of?' he was so hoarse that alice could scarcelyhear him. 'i don't know what you mean,' she said.

'i talks english, doesn't i?' the frog wenton. 'or are you deaf?what did it ask you?' 'nothing!' alice said impatiently.'i've been knocking at it!' 'shouldn't do that--shouldn't do that--'the frog muttered. 'vexes it, you know.' then he went up and gave the door a kickwith one of his great feet. 'you let it alone,' he panted out, as hehobbled back to his tree, 'and it'll let you alone, you know.'

at this moment the door was flung open, anda shrill voice was heard singing: 'to the looking-glass world it was alicethat said, "i've a sceptre in hand,i've a crown on my head; let the looking-glass creatures, whateverthey be, come and dine with the red queen, the whitequeen, and me."' and hundreds of voices joined in thechorus: 'then fill up the glasses as quick as youcan, and sprinkle the table with buttons andbran: put cats in the coffee, and mice in thetea--

and welcome queen alice with thirty-times-three!' then followed a confused noise of cheering,and alice thought to herself, 'thirty times three makes ninety.i wonder if any one's counting?' in a minute there was silence again, andthe same shrill voice sang another verse; '"o looking-glass creatures," quoth alice,"draw near! 'tis an honour to see me, a favour to hear: 'tis a privilege high to have dinner andtea along with the red queen, the white queen,and me!"' then came the chorus again:--

'then fill up the glasses with treacle andink, or anything else that is pleasant to drink: mix sand with the cider, and wool with thewine-- and welcome queen alice with ninety-times-nine!' 'ninety times nine!'alice repeated in despair, 'oh, that'll never be done!i'd better go in at once--' and there was a dead silence the moment she appeared. alice glanced nervously along the table, asshe walked up the large hall, and noticed that there were about fifty guests, of allkinds: some were animals, some birds, and

there were even a few flowers among them. 'i'm glad they've come without waiting tobe asked,' she thought: 'i should never have known who were the right people toinvite!' there were three chairs at the head of thetable; the red and white queens had already taken two of them, but the middle one wasempty. alice sat down in it, rather uncomfortablein the silence, and longing for some one to speak.at last the red queen began. 'you've missed the soup and fish,' shesaid. 'put on the joint!'

and the waiters set a leg of mutton beforealice, who looked at it rather anxiously, as she had never had to carve a jointbefore. 'you look a little shy; let me introduceyou to that leg of mutton,' said the red queen.'alice--mutton; mutton--alice.' the leg of mutton got up in the dish andmade a little bow to alice; and alice returned the bow, not knowing whether to befrightened or amused. 'may i give you a slice?' she said, takingup the knife and fork, and looking from one queen to the other. 'certainly not,' the red queen said, verydecidedly: 'it isn't etiquette to cut any

one you've been introduced to.remove the joint!' and the waiters carried it off, and broughta large plum-pudding in its place. 'i won't be introduced to the pudding,please,' alice said rather hastily, 'or we shall get no dinner at all. may i give you some?'but the red queen looked sulky, and growled 'pudding--alice; alice--pudding. remove the pudding!' and the waiters tookit away so quickly that alice couldn't return its bow. however, she didn't see why the red queenshould be the only one to give orders, so,

as an experiment, she called out 'waiter!bring back the pudding!' and there it was again in a moment like a conjuring-trick. it was so large that she couldn't helpfeeling a little shy with it, as she had been with the mutton; however, sheconquered her shyness by a great effort and cut a slice and handed it to the red queen. 'what impertinence!' said the pudding.'i wonder how you'd like it, if i were to cut a slice out of you, you creature!' it spoke in a thick, suety sort of voice,and alice hadn't a word to say in reply: she could only sit and look at it and gasp.

'make a remark,' said the red queen: 'it'sridiculous to leave all the conversation to the pudding!' 'do you know, i've had such a quantity ofpoetry repeated to me to-day,' alice began, a little frightened at finding that, themoment she opened her lips, there was dead silence, and all eyes were fixed upon her; 'and it's a very curious thing, i think--every poem was about fishes in some way. do you know why they're so fond of fishes,all about here?' she spoke to the red queen, whose answerwas a little wide of the mark. 'as to fishes,' she said, very slowly andsolemnly, putting her mouth close to

alice's ear, 'her white majesty knows alovely riddle--all in poetry--all about fishes. shall she repeat it?''her red majesty's very kind to mention it,' the white queen murmured into alice'sother ear, in a voice like the cooing of a pigeon. 'it would be such a treat!may i?' 'please do,' alice said very politely.the white queen laughed with delight, and stroked alice's cheek. then she began:

'"first, the fish must be caught."that is easy: a baby, i think, could have caught it. "next, the fish must be bought."that is easy: a penny, i think, would have bought it. "now cook me the fish!"that is easy, and will not take more than a minute. "let it lie in a dish!"that is easy, because it already is in it. "bring it here!let me sup!" it is easy to set such a dish on the table.

"take the dish-cover up!"ah, that is so hard that i fear i'm unable! for it holds it like glue--holds the lid to the dish, while it lies in the middle: which is easiest to do,un-dish-cover the fish, or dishcover the riddle?' 'take a minute to think about it, and thenguess,' said the red queen. 'meanwhile, we'll drink your health--queenalice's health!' she screamed at the top of her voice, and all the guests begandrinking it directly, and very queerly they managed it: some of them put their glasses

upon their heads like extinguishers, anddrank all that trickled down their faces-- others upset the decanters, and drank thewine as it ran off the edges of the table-- and three of them (who looked like kangaroos) scrambled into the dish of roastmutton, and began eagerly lapping up the gravy, 'just like pigs in a trough!'thought alice. 'you ought to return thanks in a neatspeech,' the red queen said, frowning at alice as she spoke. 'we must support you, you know,' the whitequeen whispered, as alice got up to do it, very obediently, but a little frightened.'thank you very much,' she whispered in

reply, 'but i can do quite well without.' 'that wouldn't be at all the thing,' thered queen said very decidedly: so alice tried to submit to it with a good grace. ('and they did push so!' she saidafterwards, when she was telling her sister the history of the feast.'you would have thought they wanted to squeeze me flat!') in fact it was rather difficult for her tokeep in her place while she made her speech: the two queens pushed her so, oneon each side, that they nearly lifted her up into the air: 'i rise to return thanks--

' alice began: and she really did rise asshe spoke, several inches; but she got hold of the edge of the table, and managed topull herself down again. 'take care of yourself!' screamed the whitequeen, seizing alice's hair with both her hands.'something's going to happen!' and then (as alice afterwards described it)all sorts of things happened in a moment. the candles all grew up to the ceiling,looking something like a bed of rushes with fireworks at the top. as to the bottles, they each took a pair ofplates, which they hastily fitted on as wings, and so, with forks for legs, wentfluttering about in all directions: 'and

very like birds they look,' alice thought to herself, as well as she could in thedreadful confusion that was beginning. at this moment she heard a hoarse laugh ather side, and turned to see what was the matter with the white queen; but, insteadof the queen, there was the leg of mutton sitting in the chair. 'here i am!' cried a voice from the souptureen, and alice turned again, just in time to see the queen's broad good-naturedface grinning at her for a moment over the edge of the tureen, before she disappearedinto the soup. there was not a moment to be lost.

already several of the guests were lyingdown in the dishes, and the soup ladle was walking up the table towards alice's chair,and beckoning to her impatiently to get out of its way. 'i can't stand this any longer!' she criedas she jumped up and seized the table-cloth with both hands: one good pull, and plates,dishes, guests, and candles came crashing down together in a heap on the floor. 'and as for you,' she went on, turningfiercely upon the red queen, whom she considered as the cause of all themischief--but the queen was no longer at her side--she had suddenly dwindled down to

the size of a little doll, and was now onthe table, merrily running round and round after her own shawl, which was trailingbehind her. at any other time, alice would have feltsurprised at this, but she was far too much excited to be surprised at anything now. 'as for you,' she repeated, catching holdof the little creature in the very act of jumping over a bottle which had justlighted upon the table, 'i'll shake you into a kitten, that i will!' chapter x.shaking she took her off the table as she spoke,and shook her backwards and forwards with

all her might. the red queen made no resistance whatever;only her face grew very small, and her eyes got large and green: and still, as alicewent on shaking her, she kept on growing shorter--and fatter--and softer--androunder--and-- -chapter xi.waking --and it really was a kitten, after all. -chapter xii.which dreamed it? 'your majesty shouldn't purr so loud,'alice said, rubbing her eyes, and addressing the kitten, respectfully, yetwith some severity.

'you woke me out of oh! such a nice dream! and you've been along with me, kitty--allthrough the looking-glass world. did you know it, dear?' it is a very inconvenient habit of kittens(alice had once made the remark) that, whatever you say to them, they always purr. 'if they would only purr for "yes" and mewfor "no," or any rule of that sort,' she had said, 'so that one could keep up aconversation! but how can you talk with a person if theyalways say the same thing?' on this occasion the kitten only purred:and it was impossible to guess whether it

meant 'yes' or 'no.' so alice hunted among the chessmen on thetable till she had found the red queen: then she went down on her knees on thehearth-rug, and put the kitten and the queen to look at each other. 'now, kitty!' she cried, clapping her handstriumphantly. 'confess that was what you turned into!' ('but it wouldn't look at it,' she said,when she was explaining the thing afterwards to her sister: 'it turned awayits head, and pretended not to see it: but it looked a little ashamed of itself, so ithink it must have been the red queen.')

'sit up a little more stiffly, dear!'alice cried with a merry laugh. 'and curtsey while you're thinking what to--what to purr. it saves time, remember!' and she caught it up and gave it one littlekiss, 'just in honour of having been a red queen.' 'snowdrop, my pet!' she went on, lookingover her shoulder at the white kitten, which was still patiently undergoing itstoilet, 'when will dinah have finished with your white majesty, i wonder? that must be the reason you were so untidyin my dream--dinah! do you know that you're

scrubbing a white queen?really, it's most disrespectful of you! 'and what did dinah turn to, i wonder?' sheprattled on, as she settled comfortably down, with one elbow in the rug, and herchin in her hand, to watch the kittens. 'tell me, dinah, did you turn to humptydumpty? i think you did--however, you'd better notmention it to your friends just yet, for i'm not sure. 'by the way, kitty, if only you'd beenreally with me in my dream, there was one thing you would have enjoyed--i had such aquantity of poetry said to me, all about fishes!

to-morrow morning you shall have a realtreat. all the time you're eating your breakfast,i'll repeat "the walrus and the carpenter" to you; and then you can make believe it'soysters, dear! 'now, kitty, let's consider who it was thatdreamed it all. this is a serious question, my dear, andyou should not go on licking your paw like that--as if dinah hadn't washed you thismorning! you see, kitty, it must have been either meor the red king. he was part of my dream, of course--butthen i was part of his dream, too! was it the red king, kitty?

you were his wife, my dear, so you ought toknow--oh, kitty, do help to settle it! i'm sure your paw can wait!' but the provoking kitten only began on theother paw, and pretended it hadn't heard the question.which do you think it was? a boat beneath a sunny sky,lingering onward dreamily in an evening of july-- children three that nestle near,eager eye and willing ear, pleased a simple tale to hear-- long has paled that sunny sky:echoes fade and memories die.

autumn frosts have slain july. still she haunts me, phantomwise,alice moving under skies never seen by waking eyes. children yet, the tale to hear,eager eye and willing ear, lovingly shall nestle near. in a wonderland they lie,dreaming as the days go by, dreaming as the summers die: ever drifting down the stream--lingering in the golden gleam-- life, what is it but a dream?

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