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          <li><b>Title</b>: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland</li>
          <li><b>Author</b>: Lewis Carroll</li>
          <li><b>Release Date</b>: June 25, 2008 [EBook #11]</li>
          <li><b>Last Updated</b>: July 14, 2014</li>
          <li><b>Language</b>: English</li>
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        <h2>Chapters</h2>
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          <li><a href="#chapter-1"><b>I</b>. Down the Rabbit-Hole</a></li>
          <li><a href="#chapter-2"><b>II</b>. The Pool of Tears</a></li>
          <li><a href="#chapter-3"><b>III</b>. A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale</a></li>
          <li><a href="#chapter-4"><b>IV</b>. The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill</a></li>
          <li><a href="#chapter-5"><b>V</b>. Advice from a Caterpillar</a></li>
          <li><a href="#chapter-6"><b>VI</b>. Pig and Pepper</a></li>
          <li><a href="#chapter-7"><b>VII</b>. A Mad Tea-Party</a></li>
          <li><a href="#chapter-8"><b>VIII</b>. The Queen's Croquet-Ground</a></li>
          <li><a href="#chapter-9"><b>IX</b>. The Mock Turtle's Story</a></li>
          <li><a href="#chapter-10"><b>X</b>. The Lobster Quadrille</a></li>
          <li><a href="#chapter-11"><b>XI</b>. Who Stole the Tarts?</a></li>
          <li><a href="#chapter-12"><b>XII</b>. Alice's Evidence</a></li>
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        <h1 id="chapter-1">CHAPTER I</h1>
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        <h2>Down the Rabbit-Hole</h2>
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          <p>
            Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and
            of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister
            was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, &ldquo;and what is
            the use of a book,&rdquo; thought Alice &ldquo;without pictures or
            conversations?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day
            made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a
            daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies,
            when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
          </p>

          <p>
            There was nothing so <i>very</i> remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so
            <i>very</i> much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, &ldquo;Oh
            dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!&rdquo; (when she thought it over afterwards, it
            occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all
            seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually <i>took a watch out of its
              waistcoat-pocket</i>, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to
            her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a
            rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and
            burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was
            just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
          </p>

          <p>
            In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the
            world she was to get out again.
          </p>

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

          <p>
            Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of
            time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen
            next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it
            was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and
            noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there
            she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the
            shelves as she passed; it was labelled &ldquo;ORANGE MARMALADE&rdquo;, but to
            her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for
            fear of killing somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the
            cupboards as she fell past it.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well!&rdquo; thought Alice to herself, &ldquo;after such a fall as this,
            I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they&rsquo;ll all
            think me at home! Why, I wouldn&rsquo;t say anything about it, even if I fell
            off the top of the house!&rdquo; (Which was very likely true.)
          </p>

          <p>
            Down, down, down. Would the fall <i>never</i> come to an end? &ldquo;I wonder
            how many miles I&rsquo;ve fallen by this time?&rdquo; she said aloud. &ldquo;I
            must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would
            be four thousand miles down, I think&mdash;&rdquo; (for, you see, Alice had
            learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though
            this was not a <i>very</i> good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as
            there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over)
            &ldquo;&mdash;yes, that&rsquo;s about the right distance&mdash;but then I
            wonder what Latitude or Longitude I&rsquo;ve got to?&rdquo; (Alice had no idea
            what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words
            to say.)
          </p>

          <p>
            Presently she began again. &ldquo;I wonder if I shall fall right <i>through</i>
            the earth! How funny it&rsquo;ll seem to come out among the people that walk
            with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think&mdash;&rdquo; (she was
            rather glad there <i>was</i> no one listening, this time, as it didn&rsquo;t
            sound at all the right word) &ldquo;&mdash;but I shall have to ask them what
            the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma&rsquo;am, is this New Zealand
            or Australia?&rdquo; (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke&mdash;fancy
            <i>curtseying</i> as you&rsquo;re falling through the air! Do you think you
            could manage it?) &ldquo;And what an ignorant little girl she&rsquo;ll think me
            for asking! No, it&rsquo;ll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up
            somewhere.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking
            again. &ldquo;Dinah&rsquo;ll miss me very much to-night, I should think!&rdquo;
            (Dinah was the cat.) &ldquo;I hope they&rsquo;ll remember her saucer of milk at
            tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice
            in the air, I&rsquo;m afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that&rsquo;s very
            like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?&rdquo; And here Alice
            began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of
            way, &ldquo;Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?&rdquo; and sometimes, &ldquo;Do
            bats eat cats?&rdquo; for, you see, as she couldn&rsquo;t answer either
            question, it didn&rsquo;t much matter which way she put it. She felt that she
            was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand
            with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, &ldquo;Now, Dinah, tell me the
            truth: did you ever eat a bat?&rdquo; when suddenly, thump! thump! down she
            came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she
            looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage,
            and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a
            moment to be lost: away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear
            it say, as it turned a corner, &ldquo;Oh my ears and whiskers, how late
            it&rsquo;s getting!&rdquo; She was close behind it when she turned the corner,
            but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall,
            which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.
          </p>

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

          <p>
            Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass;
            there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and Alice&rsquo;s first
            thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas!
            either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it
            would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a
            low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about
            fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her
            great delight it fitted!
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much
            larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the
            loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and
            wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but
            she could not even get her head through the doorway; &ldquo;and even if my head
            would go through,&rdquo; thought poor Alice, &ldquo;it would be of very little
            use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I
            think I could, if I only knew how to begin.&rdquo; For, you see, so many
            out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that
            very few things indeed were really impossible.
          </p>

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

          <p>
            It was all very well to say &ldquo;Drink me,&rdquo; but the wise little Alice
            was not going to do <i>that</i> in a hurry. &ldquo;No, I&rsquo;ll look
            first,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;and see whether it&rsquo;s marked
            &lsquo;<i>poison</i>&rsquo; or not&rdquo;; for she had read several nice little
            histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and
            other unpleasant things, all because they <i>would</i> not remember the simple
            rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn
            you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger <i>very</i> deeply
            with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink
            much from a bottle marked &ldquo;poison,&rdquo; it is almost certain to
            disagree with you, sooner or later.
          </p>

          <p>
            However, this bottle was <i>not</i> marked &ldquo;poison,&rdquo; so Alice
            ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of
            mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and
            hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished it off.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What a curious feeling!&rdquo; said Alice; &ldquo;I must be shutting up
            like a telescope.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and her face brightened
            up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little
            door into that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few minutes to
            see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about
            this; &ldquo;for it might end, you know,&rdquo; said Alice to herself,
            &ldquo;in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be
            like then?&rdquo; And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like
            after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such
            a thing.
          </p>

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

          <p>
            &ldquo;Come, there&rsquo;s no use in crying like that!&rdquo; said Alice to
            herself, rather sharply; &ldquo;I advise you to leave off this minute!&rdquo;
            She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed
            it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her
            eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated
            herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, for this curious
            child was very fond of pretending to be two people. &ldquo;But it&rsquo;s no
            use now,&rdquo; thought poor Alice, &ldquo;to pretend to be two people! Why,
            there&rsquo;s hardly enough of me left to make <i>one</i> respectable
            person!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she
            opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words &ldquo;EAT
            ME&rdquo; were beautifully marked in currants. &ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;ll eat
            it,&rdquo; said Alice, &ldquo;and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the
            key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way
            I&rsquo;ll get into the garden, and I don&rsquo;t care which happens!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, &ldquo;Which way? Which
            way?&rdquo;, holding her hand on the top of her head to feel which way it was
            growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size:
            to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but Alice had got so
            much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen,
            that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.
          </p>

          <p>
            So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake.
          </p>
        </div>
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        <h1 id="chapter-2">CHAPTER II</h1>
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        <h2>The Pool of Tears</h2>
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          <p>
            &ldquo;Curiouser and curiouser!&rdquo; cried Alice (she was so much surprised,
            that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); &ldquo;now
            I&rsquo;m opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye,
            feet!&rdquo; (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost
            out of sight, they were getting so far off). &ldquo;Oh, my poor little feet, I
            wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I&rsquo;m
            sure <i>I</i> shan&rsquo;t be able! I shall be a great deal too far off to
            trouble myself about you: you must manage the best way you can;&mdash;but I
            must be kind to them,&rdquo; thought Alice, &ldquo;or perhaps they won&rsquo;t
            walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I&rsquo;ll give them a new pair of boots
            every Christmas.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. &ldquo;They must
            go by the carrier,&rdquo; she thought; &ldquo;and how funny it&rsquo;ll seem,
            sending presents to one&rsquo;s own feet! And how odd the directions will look!
          </p>

          <pre xml:space="preserve">
                <i>Alice&rsquo;s Right Foot, Esq.,
                  Hearthrug,
                  near the Fender,</i>
                  (<i>with Alice&rsquo;s love</i>).
              </pre>

          <p>
            Oh dear, what nonsense I&rsquo;m talking!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now
            more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and
            hurried off to the garden door.
          </p>

          <p>
            Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look
            through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than
            ever: she sat down and began to cry again.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You ought to be ashamed of yourself,&rdquo; said Alice, &ldquo;a great
            girl like you,&rdquo; (she might well say this), &ldquo;to go on crying in this
            way! Stop this moment, I tell you!&rdquo; But she went on all the same,
            shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about
            four inches deep and reaching half down the hall.
          </p>

          <p>
            After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and she
            hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White Rabbit
            returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and
            a large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to
            himself as he came, &ldquo;Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won&rsquo;t she be
            savage if I&rsquo;ve kept her waiting!&rdquo; Alice felt so desperate that she
            was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the Rabbit came near her, she began,
            in a low, timid voice, &ldquo;If you please, sir&mdash;&rdquo; The Rabbit
            started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and skurried away
            into the darkness as hard as he could go.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept
            fanning herself all the time she went on talking: &ldquo;Dear, dear! How queer
            everything is to-day! And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if
            I&rsquo;ve been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got
            up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But
            if I&rsquo;m not the same, the next question is, Who in the world am I? Ah,
            <i>that&rsquo;s</i> the great puzzle!&rdquo; And she began thinking over all
            the children she knew that were of the same age as herself, to see if she could
            have been changed for any of them.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sure I&rsquo;m not Ada,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;for her hair
            goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn&rsquo;t go in ringlets at all; and
            I&rsquo;m sure I can&rsquo;t be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she,
            oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, <i>she&rsquo;s</i> she, and
            <i>I&rsquo;m</i> I, and&mdash;oh dear, how puzzling it all is! I&rsquo;ll try
            if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see: four times five is twelve,
            and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is&mdash;oh dear! I shall
            never get to twenty at that rate! However, the Multiplication Table
            doesn&rsquo;t signify: let&rsquo;s try Geography. London is the capital of
            Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome&mdash;no, <i>that&rsquo;s</i>
            all wrong, I&rsquo;m certain! I must have been changed for Mabel! I&rsquo;ll
            try and say &lsquo;<i>How doth the little</i>&mdash;&rsquo;&rdquo; and she
            crossed her hands on her lap as if she were saying lessons, and began to repeat
            it, but her voice sounded hoarse and strange, and the words did not come the
            same as they used to do:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;How doth the little crocodile<br />
            Improve his shining tail,<br />
            And pour the waters of the Nile<br />
            On every golden scale!<br />
            <br />
            &ldquo;How cheerfully he seems to grin,<br />
            How neatly spread his claws,<br />
            And welcome little fishes in<br />
            With gently smiling jaws!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m sure those are not the right words,&rdquo; said poor Alice,
            and her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, &ldquo;I must be Mabel
            after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have
            next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No,
            I&rsquo;ve made up my mind about it; if I&rsquo;m Mabel, I&rsquo;ll stay down
            here! It&rsquo;ll be no use their putting their heads down and saying
            &lsquo;Come up again, dear!&rsquo; I shall only look up and say &lsquo;Who am I
            then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I&rsquo;ll
            come up: if not, I&rsquo;ll stay down here till I&rsquo;m somebody
            else&rsquo;&mdash;but, oh dear!&rdquo; cried Alice, with a sudden burst of
            tears, &ldquo;I do wish they <i>would</i> put their heads down! I am so
            <i>very</i> tired of being all alone here!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to see that
            she had put on one of the Rabbit&rsquo;s little white kid gloves while she was
            talking. &ldquo;How <i>can</i> I have done that?&rdquo; she thought. &ldquo;I
            must be growing small again.&rdquo; She got up and went to the table to measure
            herself by it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess, she was now about
            two feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: she soon found out that the
            cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in
            time to avoid shrinking away altogether.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That <i>was</i> a narrow escape!&rdquo; said Alice, a good deal
            frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to find herself still in
            existence; &ldquo;and now for the garden!&rdquo; and she ran with all speed
            back to the little door: but, alas! the little door was shut again, and the
            little golden key was lying on the glass table as before, &ldquo;and things are
            worse than ever,&rdquo; thought the poor child, &ldquo;for I never was so small
            as this before, never! And I declare it&rsquo;s too bad, that it is!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she
            was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow
            fallen into the sea, &ldquo;and in that case I can go back by railway,&rdquo;
            she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had
            come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast
            you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the
            sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a
            railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears
            which she had wept when she was nine feet high.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I wish I hadn&rsquo;t cried so much!&rdquo; said Alice, as she swam
            about, trying to find her way out. &ldquo;I shall be punished for it now, I
            suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That <i>will</i> be a queer thing,
            to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.&rdquo;
          </p>

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

          <p>
            &ldquo;Would it be of any use, now,&rdquo; thought Alice, &ldquo;to speak to
            this mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very
            likely it can talk: at any rate, there&rsquo;s no harm in trying.&rdquo; So she
            began: &ldquo;O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of
            swimming about here, O Mouse!&rdquo; (Alice thought this must be the right way
            of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing before, but she
            remembered having seen in her brother&rsquo;s Latin Grammar, &ldquo;A
            mouse&mdash;of a mouse&mdash;to a mouse&mdash;a mouse&mdash;O mouse!&rdquo;)
            The Mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with
            one of its little eyes, but it said nothing.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Perhaps it doesn&rsquo;t understand English,&rdquo; thought Alice;
            &ldquo;I daresay it&rsquo;s a French mouse, come over with William the
            Conqueror.&rdquo; (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very
            clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: &ldquo;Où
            est ma chatte?&rdquo; which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book.
            The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over
            with fright. &ldquo;Oh, I beg your pardon!&rdquo; cried Alice hastily, afraid
            that she had hurt the poor animal&rsquo;s feelings. &ldquo;I quite forgot you
            didn&rsquo;t like cats.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Not like cats!&rdquo; cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice.
            &ldquo;Would <i>you</i> like cats if you were me?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, perhaps not,&rdquo; said Alice in a soothing tone:
            &ldquo;don&rsquo;t be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat
            Dinah: I think you&rsquo;d take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She
            is such a dear quiet thing,&rdquo; Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam
            lazily about in the pool, &ldquo;and she sits purring so nicely by the fire,
            licking her paws and washing her face&mdash;and she is such a nice soft thing
            to nurse&mdash;and she&rsquo;s such a capital one for catching mice&mdash;oh, I
            beg your pardon!&rdquo; cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was
            bristling all over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. &ldquo;We
            won&rsquo;t talk about her any more if you&rsquo;d rather not.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;We indeed!&rdquo; cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of
            his tail. &ldquo;As if <i>I</i> would talk on such a subject! Our family always
            <i>hated</i> cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don&rsquo;t let me hear the name
            again!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I won&rsquo;t indeed!&rdquo; said Alice, in a great hurry to change the
            subject of conversation. &ldquo;Are you&mdash;are you fond&mdash;of&mdash;of
            dogs?&rdquo; The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: &ldquo;There
            is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little
            bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And
            it&rsquo;ll fetch things when you throw them, and it&rsquo;ll sit up and beg
            for its dinner, and all sorts of things&mdash;I can&rsquo;t remember half of
            them&mdash;and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it&rsquo;s so
            useful, it&rsquo;s worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the rats
            and&mdash;oh dear!&rdquo; cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, &ldquo;I&rsquo;m
            afraid I&rsquo;ve offended it again!&rdquo; For the Mouse was swimming away
            from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it
            went.
          </p>

          <p>
            So she called softly after it, &ldquo;Mouse dear! Do come back again, and we
            won&rsquo;t talk about cats or dogs either, if you don&rsquo;t like
            them!&rdquo; When the Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam slowly back to
            her: its face was quite pale (with passion, Alice thought), and it said in a
            low trembling voice, &ldquo;Let us get to the shore, and then I&rsquo;ll tell
            you my history, and you&rsquo;ll understand why it is I hate cats and
            dogs.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with the birds
            and animals that had fallen into it: there were a Duck and a Dodo, a Lory and
            an Eaglet, and several other curious creatures. Alice led the way, and the
            whole party swam to the shore.
          </p>
        </div>
      </div>
      <!-- Chapter III-->
      <div class="chapter">
        <h1 id="chapter-3">CHAPTER III</h1>
        <div class="top-border">
          <img src="img/top-border.png">
        </div>
        <h2>A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale</h2>
        <div class="bottom-border">
          <img src="img/bottom-border.png">
        </div>
        <div class="paragraphs">
          <p>
            They were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the bank&mdash;the
            birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur clinging close to
            them, and all dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable.
          </p>

          <p>
            The first question of course was, how to get dry again: they had a consultation
            about this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite natural to Alice to find
            herself talking familiarly with them, as if she had known them all her life.
            Indeed, she had quite a long argument with the Lory, who at last turned sulky,
            and would only say, &ldquo;I am older than you, and must know better;&rdquo;
            and this Alice would not allow without knowing how old it was, and, as the Lory
            positively refused to tell its age, there was no more to be said.
          </p>

          <p>
            At last the Mouse, who seemed to be a person of authority among them, called
            out, &ldquo;Sit down, all of you, and listen to me! <i>I&rsquo;ll</i> soon make
            you dry enough!&rdquo; They all sat down at once, in a large ring, with the
            Mouse in the middle. Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt
            sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Ahem!&rdquo; said the Mouse with an important air, &ldquo;are you all
            ready? This is the driest thing I know. Silence all round, if you please!
            &lsquo;William the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the pope, was soon
            submitted to by the English, who wanted leaders, and had been of late much
            accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the earls of Mercia
            and Northumbria&mdash;&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Ugh!&rdquo; said the Lory, with a shiver.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I beg your pardon!&rdquo; said the Mouse, frowning, but very politely:
            &ldquo;Did you speak?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Not I!&rdquo; said the Lory hastily.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I thought you did,&rdquo; said the Mouse. &ldquo;&mdash;I proceed.
            &lsquo;Edwin and Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him:
            and even Stigand, the patriotic archbishop of Canterbury, found it
            advisable&mdash;&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Found <i>what</i>?&rdquo; said the Duck.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Found <i>it</i>,&rdquo; the Mouse replied rather crossly: &ldquo;of
            course you know what &lsquo;it&rsquo; means.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I know what &lsquo;it&rsquo; means well enough, when <i>I</i> find a
            thing,&rdquo; said the Duck: &ldquo;it&rsquo;s generally a frog or a worm. The
            question is, what did the archbishop find?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Mouse did not notice this question, but hurriedly went on,
            &ldquo;&lsquo;&mdash;found it advisable to go with Edgar Atheling to meet
            William and offer him the crown. William&rsquo;s conduct at first was moderate.
            But the insolence of his Normans&mdash;&rsquo; How are you getting on now, my
            dear?&rdquo; it continued, turning to Alice as it spoke.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;As wet as ever,&rdquo; said Alice in a melancholy tone: &ldquo;it
            doesn&rsquo;t seem to dry me at all.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;In that case,&rdquo; said the Dodo solemnly, rising to its feet,
            &ldquo;I move that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more
            energetic remedies&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Speak English!&rdquo; said the Eaglet. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know the
            meaning of half those long words, and, what&rsquo;s more, I don&rsquo;t believe
            you do either!&rdquo; And the Eaglet bent down its head to hide a smile: some
            of the other birds tittered audibly.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What I was going to say,&rdquo; said the Dodo in an offended tone,
            &ldquo;was, that the best thing to get us dry would be a Caucus-race.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What <i>is</i> a Caucus-race?&rdquo; said Alice; not that she wanted
            much to know, but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that <i>somebody</i>
            ought to speak, and no one else seemed inclined to say anything.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Why,&rdquo; said the Dodo, &ldquo;the best way to explain it is to do
            it.&rdquo; (And, as you might like to try the thing yourself, some winter day,
            I will tell you how the Dodo managed it.)
          </p>

          <p>
            First it marked out a race-course, in a sort of circle, (&ldquo;the exact shape
            doesn&rsquo;t matter,&rdquo; it said,) and then all the party were placed along
            the course, here and there. There was no &ldquo;One, two, three, and
            away,&rdquo; but they began running when they liked, and left off when they
            liked, so that it was not easy to know when the race was over. However, when
            they had been running half an hour or so, and were quite dry again, the Dodo
            suddenly called out &ldquo;The race is over!&rdquo; and they all crowded round
            it, panting, and asking, &ldquo;But who has won?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it
            sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead (the position in
            which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him), while the rest
            waited in silence. At last the Dodo said, &ldquo;<i>Everybody</i> has won, and
            all must have prizes.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;But who is to give the prizes?&rdquo; quite a chorus of voices asked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Why, <i>she</i>, of course,&rdquo; said the Dodo, pointing to Alice with
            one finger; and the whole party at once crowded round her, calling out in a
            confused way, &ldquo;Prizes! Prizes!&rdquo;
          </p>

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

          <p>
            &ldquo;But she must have a prize herself, you know,&rdquo; said the Mouse.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Of course,&rdquo; the Dodo replied very gravely. &ldquo;What else have
            you got in your pocket?&rdquo; he went on, turning to Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Only a thimble,&rdquo; said Alice sadly.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Hand it over here,&rdquo; said the Dodo.
          </p>

          <p>
            Then they all crowded round her once more, while the Dodo solemnly presented
            the thimble, saying &ldquo;We beg your acceptance of this elegant
            thimble;&rdquo; and, when it had finished this short speech, they all cheered.
          </p>

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

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

          <p>
            &ldquo;You promised to tell me your history, you know,&rdquo; said Alice,
            &ldquo;and why it is you hate&mdash;C and D,&rdquo; she added in a whisper,
            half afraid that it would be offended again.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Mine is a long and a sad tale!&rdquo; said the Mouse, turning to Alice,
            and sighing.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It <i>is</i> a long tail, certainly,&rdquo; said Alice, looking down
            with wonder at the Mouse&rsquo;s tail; &ldquo;but why do you call it
            sad?&rdquo; And she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so
            that her idea of the tale was something like this:&mdash;
          </p>

          <pre xml:space="preserve">
                      &ldquo;Fury said to a
                      mouse, That he
                      met in the
                    house,
                  &lsquo;Let us
                    both go to
                    law: <i>I</i> will
                      prosecute
                      <i>you</i>.&mdash;Come,
                        I&rsquo;ll take no
                        denial; We
                        must have a
                      trial: For
                    really this
                  morning I&rsquo;ve
                  nothing
                  to do.&rsquo;
                    Said the
                    mouse to the
                    cur, &lsquo;Such
                      a trial,
                      dear sir,
                          With
                        no jury
                      or judge,
                    would be
                    wasting
                    our
                    breath.&rsquo;
                      &lsquo;I&rsquo;ll be
                      judge, I&rsquo;ll
                      be jury,&rsquo;
                          Said
                      cunning
                        old Fury:
                        &lsquo;I&rsquo;ll
                        try the
                          whole
                          cause,
                            and
                        condemn
                        you
                        to
                        death.&rsquo;&rdquo;
              </pre>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You are not attending!&rdquo; said the Mouse to Alice severely.
            &ldquo;What are you thinking of?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I beg your pardon,&rdquo; said Alice very humbly: &ldquo;you had got to
            the fifth bend, I think?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I had <i>not!</i>&rdquo; cried the Mouse, sharply and very angrily.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;A knot!&rdquo; said Alice, always ready to make herself useful, and
            looking anxiously about her. &ldquo;Oh, do let me help to undo it!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I shall do nothing of the sort,&rdquo; said the Mouse, getting up and
            walking away. &ldquo;You insult me by talking such nonsense!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t mean it!&rdquo; pleaded poor Alice. &ldquo;But
            you&rsquo;re so easily offended, you know!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Mouse only growled in reply.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Please come back and finish your story!&rdquo; Alice called after it;
            and the others all joined in chorus, &ldquo;Yes, please do!&rdquo; but the
            Mouse only shook its head impatiently, and walked a little quicker.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What a pity it wouldn&rsquo;t stay!&rdquo; sighed the Lory, as soon as
            it was quite out of sight; and an old Crab took the opportunity of saying to
            her daughter &ldquo;Ah, my dear! Let this be a lesson to you never to lose
            <i>your</i> temper!&rdquo; &ldquo;Hold your tongue, Ma!&rdquo; said the young
            Crab, a little snappishly. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re enough to try the patience of an
            oyster!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!&rdquo; said Alice aloud,
            addressing nobody in particular. &ldquo;She&rsquo;d soon fetch it back!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question?&rdquo; said
            the Lory.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice replied eagerly, for she was always ready to talk about her pet:
            &ldquo;Dinah&rsquo;s our cat. And she&rsquo;s such a capital one for catching
            mice you can&rsquo;t think! And oh, I wish you could see her after the birds!
            Why, she&rsquo;ll eat a little bird as soon as look at it!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party. Some of the birds
            hurried off at once: one old Magpie began wrapping itself up very carefully,
            remarking, &ldquo;I really must be getting home; the night-air doesn&rsquo;t
            suit my throat!&rdquo; and a Canary called out in a trembling voice to its
            children, &ldquo;Come away, my dears! It&rsquo;s high time you were all in
            bed!&rdquo; On various pretexts they all moved off, and Alice was soon left
            alone.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I wish I hadn&rsquo;t mentioned Dinah!&rdquo; she said to herself in a
            melancholy tone. &ldquo;Nobody seems to like her, down here, and I&rsquo;m sure
            she&rsquo;s the best cat in the world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if I shall
            ever see you any more!&rdquo; And here poor Alice began to cry again, for she
            felt very lonely and low-spirited. In a little while, however, she again heard
            a little pattering of footsteps in the distance, and she looked up eagerly,
            half hoping that the Mouse had changed his mind, and was coming back to finish
            his story.
          </p>
        </div>
      </div>
      <!-- Chapter IV-->
      <div class="chapter">
        <h1 id="chapter-4">CHAPTER IV</h1>
        <div class="top-border">
          <img src="img/top-border.png">
        </div>
        <h2>The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill</h2>
        <div class="bottom-border">
          <img src="img/bottom-border.png">
        </div>
        <div class="paragraphs">
          <p>
            It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiously
            about as it went, as if it had lost something; and she heard it muttering to
            itself &ldquo;The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and
            whiskers! She&rsquo;ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are ferrets! Where
            <i>can</i> I have dropped them, I wonder?&rdquo; Alice guessed in a moment that
            it was looking for the fan and the pair of white kid gloves, and she very
            good-naturedly began hunting about for them, but they were nowhere to be
            seen&mdash;everything seemed to have changed since her swim in the pool, and
            the great hall, with the glass table and the little door, had vanished
            completely.
          </p>

          <p>
            Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about, and called out
            to her in an angry tone, &ldquo;Why, Mary Ann, what <i>are</i> you doing out
            here? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! Quick,
            now!&rdquo; And Alice was so much frightened that she ran off at once in the
            direction it pointed to, without trying to explain the mistake it had made.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;He took me for his housemaid,&rdquo; she said to herself as she ran.
            &ldquo;How surprised he&rsquo;ll be when he finds out who I am! But I&rsquo;d
            better take him his fan and gloves&mdash;that is, if I can find them.&rdquo; As
            she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a
            bright brass plate with the name &ldquo;W. RABBIT,&rdquo; engraved upon it. She
            went in without knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest she should
            meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the house before she had found the
            fan and gloves.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;How queer it seems,&rdquo; Alice said to herself, &ldquo;to be going
            messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah&rsquo;ll be sending me on messages
            next!&rdquo; And she began fancying the sort of thing that would happen:
            &ldquo;&lsquo;Miss Alice! Come here directly, and get ready for your
            walk!&rsquo; &lsquo;Coming in a minute, nurse! But I&rsquo;ve got to see that
            the mouse doesn&rsquo;t get out.&rsquo; Only I don&rsquo;t think,&rdquo; Alice
            went on, &ldquo;that they&rsquo;d let Dinah stop in the house if it began
            ordering people about like that!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in the
            window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan and two or three pairs of tiny white
            kid gloves: she took up the fan and a pair of the gloves, and was just going to
            leave the room, when her eye fell upon a little bottle that stood near the
            looking-glass. There was no label this time with the words &ldquo;DRINK
            ME,&rdquo; but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to her lips. &ldquo;I
            know <i>something</i> interesting is sure to happen,&rdquo; she said to
            herself, &ldquo;whenever I eat or drink anything; so I&rsquo;ll just see what
            this bottle does. I do hope it&rsquo;ll make me grow large again, for really
            I&rsquo;m quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: before she had drunk
            half the bottle, she found her head pressing against the ceiling, and had to
            stoop to save her neck from being broken. She hastily put down the bottle,
            saying to herself &ldquo;That&rsquo;s quite enough&mdash;I hope I shan&rsquo;t
            grow any more&mdash;As it is, I can&rsquo;t get out at the door&mdash;I do wish
            I hadn&rsquo;t drunk quite so much!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alas! it was too late to wish that! She went on growing, and growing, and very
            soon had to kneel down on the floor: in another minute there was not even room
            for this, and she tried the effect of lying down with one elbow against the
            door, and the other arm curled round her head. Still she went on growing, and,
            as a last resource, she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the
            chimney, and said to herself &ldquo;Now I can do no more, whatever happens.
            What <i>will</i> become of me?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, and she
            grew no larger: still it was very uncomfortable, and, as there seemed to be no
            sort of chance of her ever getting out of the room again, no wonder she felt
            unhappy.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It was much pleasanter at home,&rdquo; thought poor Alice, &ldquo;when
            one wasn&rsquo;t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by
            mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn&rsquo;t gone down that
            rabbit-hole&mdash;and yet&mdash;and yet&mdash;it&rsquo;s rather curious, you
            know, this sort of life! I do wonder what <i>can</i> have happened to me! When
            I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and
            now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me,
            that there ought! And when I grow up, I&rsquo;ll write one&mdash;but I&rsquo;m
            grown up now,&rdquo; she added in a sorrowful tone; &ldquo;at least
            there&rsquo;s no room to grow up any more <i>here</i>.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;But then,&rdquo; thought Alice, &ldquo;shall I <i>never</i> get any
            older than I am now? That&rsquo;ll be a comfort, one way&mdash;never to be an
            old woman&mdash;but then&mdash;always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I
            shouldn&rsquo;t like <i>that!</i>&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, you foolish Alice!&rdquo; she answered herself. &ldquo;How can you
            learn lessons in here? Why, there&rsquo;s hardly room for <i>you</i>, and no
            room at all for any lesson-books!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making quite
            a conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes she heard a voice
            outside, and stopped to listen.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Mary Ann! Mary Ann!&rdquo; said the voice. &ldquo;Fetch me my gloves
            this moment!&rdquo; Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice
            knew it was the Rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook
            the house, quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large as
            the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it.
          </p>

          <p>
            Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; but, as the
            door opened inwards, and Alice&rsquo;s elbow was pressed hard against it, that
            attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it say to itself &ldquo;Then I&rsquo;ll
            go round and get in at the window.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;<i>That</i> you won&rsquo;t!&rdquo; thought Alice, and, after waiting
            till she fancied she heard the Rabbit just under the window, she suddenly
            spread out her hand, and made a snatch in the air. She did not get hold of
            anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken
            glass, from which she concluded that it was just possible it had fallen into a
            cucumber-frame, or something of the sort.
          </p>

          <p>
            Next came an angry voice&mdash;the Rabbit&rsquo;s&mdash;&ldquo;Pat! Pat! Where
            are you?&rdquo; And then a voice she had never heard before, &ldquo;Sure then
            I&rsquo;m here! Digging for apples, yer honour!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Digging for apples, indeed!&rdquo; said the Rabbit angrily. &ldquo;Here!
            Come and help me out of <i>this!</i>&rdquo; (Sounds of more broken glass.)
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Now tell me, Pat, what&rsquo;s that in the window?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Sure, it&rsquo;s an arm, yer honour!&rdquo; (He pronounced it
            &ldquo;arrum.&rdquo;)
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the whole
            window!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Sure, it does, yer honour: but it&rsquo;s an arm for all that.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, it&rsquo;s got no business there, at any rate: go and take it
            away!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers now and
            then; such as, &ldquo;Sure, I don&rsquo;t like it, yer honour, at all, at
            all!&rdquo; &ldquo;Do as I tell you, you coward!&rdquo; and at last she spread
            out her hand again, and made another snatch in the air. This time there were
            <i>two</i> little shrieks, and more sounds of broken glass. &ldquo;What a
            number of cucumber-frames there must be!&rdquo; thought Alice. &ldquo;I wonder
            what they&rsquo;ll do next! As for pulling me out of the window, I only wish
            they <i>could!</i> I&rsquo;m sure <i>I</i> don&rsquo;t want to stay in here any
            longer!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came a rumbling
            of little cartwheels, and the sound of a good many voices all talking together:
            she made out the words: &ldquo;Where&rsquo;s the other ladder?&mdash;Why, I
            hadn&rsquo;t to bring but one; Bill&rsquo;s got the other&mdash;Bill! fetch it
            here, lad!&mdash;Here, put &rsquo;em up at this corner&mdash;No, tie &rsquo;em
            together first&mdash;they don&rsquo;t reach half high enough yet&mdash;Oh!
            they&rsquo;ll do well enough; don&rsquo;t be particular&mdash;Here, Bill! catch
            hold of this rope&mdash;Will the roof bear?&mdash;Mind that loose
            slate&mdash;Oh, it&rsquo;s coming down! Heads below!&rdquo; (a loud
            crash)&mdash;&ldquo;Now, who did that?&mdash;It was Bill, I
            fancy&mdash;Who&rsquo;s to go down the chimney?&mdash;Nay, <i>I</i>
            shan&rsquo;t! <i>You</i> do it!&mdash;<i>That</i> I won&rsquo;t,
            then!&mdash;Bill&rsquo;s to go down&mdash;Here, Bill! the master says
            you&rsquo;re to go down the chimney!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh! So Bill&rsquo;s got to come down the chimney, has he?&rdquo; said
            Alice to herself. &ldquo;Shy, they seem to put everything upon Bill! I
            wouldn&rsquo;t be in Bill&rsquo;s place for a good deal: this fireplace is
            narrow, to be sure; but I <i>think</i> I can kick a little!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited till she
            heard a little animal (she couldn&rsquo;t guess of what sort it was) scratching
            and scrambling about in the chimney close above her: then, saying to herself
            &ldquo;This is Bill,&rdquo; she gave one sharp kick, and waited to see what
            would happen next.
          </p>

          <p>
            The first thing she heard was a general chorus of &ldquo;There goes
            Bill!&rdquo; then the Rabbit&rsquo;s voice along&mdash;&ldquo;Catch him, you by
            the hedge!&rdquo; then silence, and then another confusion of
            voices&mdash;&ldquo;Hold up his head&mdash;Brandy now&mdash;Don&rsquo;t choke
            him&mdash;How was it, old fellow? What happened to you? Tell us all about
            it!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice, (&ldquo;That&rsquo;s Bill,&rdquo;
            thought Alice,) &ldquo;Well, I hardly know&mdash;No more, thank ye; I&rsquo;m
            better now&mdash;but I&rsquo;m a deal too flustered to tell you&mdash;all I
            know is, something comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and up I goes like a
            sky-rocket!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;So you did, old fellow!&rdquo; said the others.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;We must burn the house down!&rdquo; said the Rabbit&rsquo;s voice; and
            Alice called out as loud as she could, &ldquo;If you do, I&rsquo;ll set Dinah
            at you!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            There was a dead silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, &ldquo;I
            wonder what they <i>will</i> do next! If they had any sense, they&rsquo;d take
            the roof off.&rdquo; After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and
            Alice heard the Rabbit say, &ldquo;A barrowful will do, to begin with.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;A barrowful of <i>what?</i>&rdquo; thought Alice; but she had not long
            to doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at
            the window, and some of them hit her in the face. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll put a stop
            to this,&rdquo; she said to herself, and shouted out, &ldquo;You&rsquo;d better
            not do that again!&rdquo; which produced another dead silence.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little
            cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her head. &ldquo;If
            I eat one of these cakes,&rdquo; she thought, &ldquo;it&rsquo;s sure to make
            <i>some</i> change in my size; and as it can&rsquo;t possibly make me larger,
            it must make me smaller, I suppose.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she began
            shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through the door,
            she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little animals and birds
            waiting outside. The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up
            by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all made
            a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could,
            and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;The first thing I&rsquo;ve got to do,&rdquo; said Alice to herself, as
            she wandered about in the wood, &ldquo;is to grow to my right size again; and
            the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will
            be the best plan.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged;
            the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how to set about
            it; and while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp
            bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry.
          </p>

          <p>
            An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feebly
            stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. &ldquo;Poor little thing!&rdquo;
            said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle to it; but she was
            terribly frightened all the time at the thought that it might be hungry, in
            which case it would be very likely to eat her up in spite of all her coaxing.
          </p>

          <p>
            Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it
            out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet at
            once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe to
            worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being
            run over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another
            rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it;
            then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse,
            and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle
            again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a
            very little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely
            all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its
            tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.
          </p>

          <p>
            This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off
            at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the
            puppy&rsquo;s bark sounded quite faint in the distance.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;And yet what a dear little puppy it was!&rdquo; said Alice, as she leant
            against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves:
            &ldquo;I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if&mdash;if I&rsquo;d
            only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I&rsquo;d nearly forgotten that
            I&rsquo;ve got to grow up again! Let me see&mdash;how <i>is</i> it to be
            managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great
            question is, what?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her at the
            flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see anything that looked like
            the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances. There was a large
            mushroom growing near her, about the same height as herself; and when she had
            looked under it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to her
            that she might as well look and see what was on the top of it.
          </p>

          <p>
            She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the mushroom,
            and her eyes immediately met those of a large caterpillar, that was sitting on
            the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the
            smallest notice of her or of anything else.
          </p>
        </div>
      </div>
      <!-- Chapter V-->
      <div class="chapter">
        <h1 id="chapter-5">CHAPTER V</h1>
        <div class="top-border">
          <img src="img/top-border.png">
        </div>
        <h2>Advice from a Caterpillar</h2>
        <div class="bottom-border">
          <img src="img/bottom-border.png">
        </div>
        <div class="paragraphs">
          <p>
            The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at
            last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a
            languid, sleepy voice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Who are <i>you?</i>&rdquo; said the Caterpillar.
          </p>

          <p>
            This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied, rather
            shyly, &ldquo;I&mdash;I hardly know, sir, just at present&mdash;at least I know
            who I <i>was</i> when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been
            changed several times since then.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What do you mean by that?&rdquo; said the Caterpillar sternly.
            &ldquo;Explain yourself!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t explain <i>myself</i>, I&rsquo;m afraid, sir,&rdquo; said
            Alice, &ldquo;because I&rsquo;m not myself, you see.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t see,&rdquo; said the Caterpillar.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m afraid I can&rsquo;t put it more clearly,&rdquo; Alice replied
            very politely, &ldquo;for I can&rsquo;t understand it myself to begin with; and
            being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It isn&rsquo;t,&rdquo; said the Caterpillar.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, perhaps you haven&rsquo;t found it so yet,&rdquo; said Alice;
            &ldquo;but when you have to turn into a chrysalis&mdash;you will some day, you
            know&mdash;and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you&rsquo;ll
            feel it a little queer, won&rsquo;t you?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Not a bit,&rdquo; said the Caterpillar.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,&rdquo; said Alice;
            &ldquo;all I know is, it would feel very queer to <i>me</i>.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You!&rdquo; said the Caterpillar contemptuously. &ldquo;Who are
            <i>you?</i>&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Alice felt
            a little irritated at the Caterpillar&rsquo;s making such <i>very</i> short
            remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, &ldquo;I think, you
            ought to tell me who <i>you</i> are, first.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Why?&rdquo; said the Caterpillar.
          </p>

          <p>
            Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any good
            reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a <i>very</i> unpleasant state
            of mind, she turned away.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Come back!&rdquo; the Caterpillar called after her. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve
            something important to say!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back again.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Keep your temper,&rdquo; said the Caterpillar.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Is that all?&rdquo; said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she
            could.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said the Caterpillar.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and
            perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For some minutes
            it puffed away without speaking, but at last it unfolded its arms, took the
            hookah out of its mouth again, and said, &ldquo;So you think you&rsquo;re
            changed, do you?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m afraid I am, sir,&rdquo; said Alice; &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t
            remember things as I used&mdash;and I don&rsquo;t keep the same size for ten
            minutes together!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Can&rsquo;t remember <i>what</i> things?&rdquo; said the Caterpillar.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;ve tried to say &ldquo;How doth the little busy
            bee,&rdquo; but it all came different!&rdquo; Alice replied in a very
            melancholy voice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Repeat, &ldquo;<i>You are old, Father William</i>,&rsquo;&rdquo; said
            the Caterpillar.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice folded her hands, and began:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You are old, Father William,&rdquo; the young man said,<br />
            &ldquo;And your hair has become very white;<br />
            And yet you incessantly stand on your head&mdash;<br />
            Do you think, at your age, it is right?&rdquo;<br />
            <br />
            &ldquo;In my youth,&rdquo; Father William replied to his son,<br />
            &ldquo;I feared it might injure the brain;<br />
            But, now that I&rsquo;m perfectly sure I have none,<br />
            Why, I do it again and again.&rdquo;<br />
            <br />
            &ldquo;You are old,&rdquo; said the youth, &ldquo;as I mentioned before,<br />
            And have grown most uncommonly fat;<br />
            Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door&mdash;<br />
            Pray, what is the reason of that?&rdquo;<br />
            <br />
            &ldquo;In my youth,&rdquo; said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,<br />
            &ldquo;I kept all my limbs very supple<br />
            By the use of this ointment&mdash;one shilling the box&mdash;<br />
            Allow me to sell you a couple?&rdquo;<br />
            <br />
            &ldquo;You are old,&rdquo; said the youth, &ldquo;and your jaws are too weak<br />
            For anything tougher than suet;<br />
            Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak&mdash;<br />
            Pray, how did you manage to do it?&rdquo;<br />
            <br />
            &ldquo;In my youth,&rdquo; said his father, &ldquo;I took to the law,<br />
            And argued each case with my wife;<br />
            And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,<br />
            Has lasted the rest of my life.&rdquo;<br />
            <br />
            &ldquo;You are old,&rdquo; said the youth, &ldquo;one would hardly suppose<br />
            That your eye was as steady as ever;<br />
            Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose&mdash;<br />
            What made you so awfully clever?&rdquo;<br />
            <br />
            &ldquo;I have answered three questions, and that is enough,&rdquo;<br />
            Said his father; &ldquo;don&rsquo;t give yourself airs!<br />
            Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?<br />
            Be off, or I&rsquo;ll kick you down stairs!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That is not said right,&rdquo; said the Caterpillar.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Not <i>quite</i> right, I&rsquo;m afraid,&rdquo; said Alice, timidly;
            &ldquo;some of the words have got altered.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It is wrong from beginning to end,&rdquo; said the Caterpillar
            decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Caterpillar was the first to speak.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What size do you want to be?&rdquo; it asked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, I&rsquo;m not particular as to size,&rdquo; Alice hastily replied;
            &ldquo;only one doesn&rsquo;t like changing so often, you know.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I <i>don&rsquo;t</i> know,&rdquo; said the Caterpillar.
          </p>

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

          <p>
            &ldquo;Are you content now?&rdquo; said the Caterpillar.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, I should like to be a <i>little</i> larger, sir, if you
            wouldn&rsquo;t mind,&rdquo; said Alice: &ldquo;three inches is such a wretched
            height to be.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It is a very good height indeed!&rdquo; said the Caterpillar angrily,
            rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches high).
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;But I&rsquo;m not used to it!&rdquo; pleaded poor Alice in a piteous
            tone. And she thought of herself, &ldquo;I wish the creatures wouldn&rsquo;t be
            so easily offended!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You&rrsquo;ll get used to it in time,&rdquo; said the Caterpillar; and it
            put the hookah into its mouth and began smoking again.
          </p>

          <p>
            This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. In a minute or
            two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and yawned once or twice,
            and shook itself. Then it got down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the
            grass, merely remarking as it went, &ldquo;One side will make you grow taller,
            and the other side will make you grow shorter.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;One side of <i>what?</i> The other side of <i>what?</i>&rdquo; thought
            Alice to herself.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Of the mushroom,&rdquo; said the Caterpillar, just as if she had asked
            it aloud; and in another moment it was out of sight.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying to
            make out which were the two sides of it; and as it was perfectly round, she
            found this a very difficult question. However, at last she stretched her arms
            round it as far as they would go, and broke off a bit of the edge with each
            hand.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;And now which is which?&rdquo; she said to herself, and nibbled a little
            of the right-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment she felt a violent
            blow underneath her chin: it had struck her foot!
          </p>

          <p>
            She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but she felt that
            there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly; so she set to work
            at once to eat some of the other bit. Her chin was pressed so closely against
            her foot, that there was hardly room to open her mouth; but she did it at last,
            and managed to swallow a morsel of the lefthand bit.
          </p>
          <p>
            &ldquo;Come, my head&rsquo;s free at last!&rdquo; said Alice in a tone of
            delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her
            shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when she looked down,
            was an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea
            of green leaves that lay far below her.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What <i>can</i> all that green stuff be?&rdquo; said Alice. &ldquo;And
            where <i>have</i> my shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I
            can&rsquo;t see you?&rdquo; She was moving them about as she spoke, but no
            result seemed to follow, except a little shaking among the distant green
            leaves.
          </p>

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

          <p>
            &ldquo;Serpent!&rdquo; screamed the Pigeon.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m <i>not</i> a serpent!&rdquo; said Alice indignantly.
            &ldquo;Let me alone!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Serpent, I say again!&rdquo; repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued
            tone, and added with a kind of sob, &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve tried every way, and
            nothing seems to suit them!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I haven&rsquo;t the least idea what you&rsquo;re talking about,&rdquo;
            said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve tried the roots of trees, and I&rsquo;ve tried banks, and
            I&rsquo;ve tried hedges,&rdquo; the Pigeon went on, without attending to her;
            &ldquo;but those serpents! There&rsquo;s no pleasing them!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no use in saying
            anything more till the Pigeon had finished.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;As if it wasn&rsquo;t trouble enough hatching the eggs,&rdquo; said the
            Pigeon; &ldquo;but I must be on the look-out for serpents night and day! Why, I
            haven&rsquo;t had a wink of sleep these three weeks!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m very sorry you&rsquo;ve been annoyed,&rdquo; said Alice, who
            was beginning to see its meaning.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;And just as I&rsquo;d taken the highest tree in the wood,&rdquo;
            continued the Pigeon, raising its voice to a shriek, &ldquo;and just as I was
            thinking I should be free of them at last, they must needs come wriggling down
            from the sky! Ugh, Serpent!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;But I&rsquo;m <i>not</i> a serpent, I tell you!&rdquo; said Alice.
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m a&mdash;I&rsquo;m a&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well! <i>What</i> are you?&rdquo; said the Pigeon. &ldquo;I can see
            you&rsquo;re trying to invent something!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&mdash;I&rsquo;m a little girl,&rdquo; said Alice, rather doubtfully,
            as she remembered the number of changes she had gone through that day.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;A likely story indeed!&rdquo; said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepest
            contempt. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve seen a good many little girls in my time, but never
            <i>one</i> with such a neck as that! No, no! You&rsquo;re a serpent; and
            there&rsquo;s no use denying it. I suppose you&rsquo;ll be telling me next that
            you never tasted an egg!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I <i>have</i> tasted eggs, certainly,&rdquo; said Alice, who was a very
            truthful child; &ldquo;but little girls eat eggs quite as much as serpents do,
            you know.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t believe it,&rdquo; said the Pigeon; &ldquo;but if they do,
            why then they&rsquo;re a kind of serpent, that&rsquo;s all I can say.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent for a minute or
            two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of adding, &ldquo;You&rsquo;re
            looking for eggs, I know <i>that</i> well enough; and what does it matter to me
            whether you&rsquo;re a little girl or a serpent?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It matters a good deal to <i>me</i>,&rdquo; said Alice hastily;
            &ldquo;but I&rsquo;m not looking for eggs, as it happens; and if I was, I
            shouldn&rsquo;t want <i>yours</i>: I don&rsquo;t like them raw.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, be off, then!&rdquo; said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it
            settled down again into its nest. Alice crouched down among the trees as well
            as she could, for her neck kept getting entangled among the branches, and every
            now and then she had to stop and untwist it. After a while she remembered that
            she still held the pieces of mushroom in her hands, and she set to work very
            carefully, nibbling first at one and then at the other, and growing sometimes
            taller and sometimes shorter, until she had succeeded in bringing herself down
            to her usual height.
          </p>

          <p>
            It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that it felt
            quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a few minutes, and began
            talking to herself, as usual. &ldquo;Come, there&rsquo;s half my plan done now!
            How puzzling all these changes are! I&rsquo;m never sure what I&rsquo;m going
            to be, from one minute to another! However, I&rsquo;ve got back to my right
            size: the next thing is, to get into that beautiful garden&mdash;how <i>is</i>
            that to be done, I wonder?&rdquo; As she said this, she came suddenly upon an
            open place, with a little house in it about four feet high. &ldquo;Whoever
            lives there,&rdquo; thought Alice, &ldquo;it&rsquo;ll never do to come upon
            them <i>this</i> size: why, I should frighten them out of their wits!&rdquo; So
            she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did not venture to go near
            the house till she had brought herself down to nine inches high.
          </p>
        </div>
      </div>
      <!-- Chapter VI-->
      <div class="chapter">
        <h1 id="chapter-6">CHAPTER VI</h1>
        <div class="top-border">
          <img src="img/top-border.png">
        </div>
        <h2>Pig and Pepper</h2>
        <div class="bottom-border">
          <img src="img/bottom-border.png">
        </div>
        <div class="paragraphs">
          <p>
            For a minute or two she stood looking at the house, and wondering what to do
            next, when suddenly a footman in livery came running out of the wood&mdash;(she
            considered him to be a footman because he was in livery: otherwise, judging by
            his face only, she would have called him a fish)&mdash;and rapped loudly at the
            door with his knuckles. It was opened by another footman in livery, with a
            round face, and large eyes like a frog; and both footmen, Alice noticed, had
            powdered hair that curled all over their heads. She felt very curious to know
            what it was all about, and crept a little way out of the wood to listen.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter, nearly
            as large as himself, and this he handed over to the other, saying, in a solemn
            tone, &ldquo;For the Duchess. An invitation from the Queen to play
            croquet.&rdquo; The Frog-Footman repeated, in the same solemn tone, only
            changing the order of the words a little, &ldquo;From the Queen. An invitation
            for the Duchess to play croquet.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Then they both bowed low, and their curls got entangled together.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice laughed so much at this, that she had to run back into the wood for fear
            of their hearing her; and when she next peeped out the Fish-Footman was gone,
            and the other was sitting on the ground near the door, staring stupidly up into
            the sky.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice went timidly up to the door, and knocked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;There&rsquo;s no sort of use in knocking,&rdquo; said the Footman,
            &ldquo;and that for two reasons. First, because I&rsquo;m on the same side of
            the door as you are; secondly, because they&rsquo;re making such a noise
            inside, no one could possibly hear you.&rdquo; And certainly there <i>was</i> a
            most extraordinary noise going on within&mdash;a constant howling and sneezing,
            and every now and then a great crash, as if a dish or kettle had been broken to
            pieces.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Please, then,&rdquo; said Alice, &ldquo;how am I to get in?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;There might be some sense in your knocking,&rdquo; the Footman went on
            without attending to her, &ldquo;if we had the door between us. For instance,
            if you were <i>inside</i>, you might knock, and I could let you out, you
            know.&rdquo; He was looking up into the sky all the time he was speaking, and
            this Alice thought decidedly uncivil. &ldquo;But perhaps he can&rsquo;t help
            it,&rdquo; she said to herself; &ldquo;his eyes are so <i>very</i> nearly at
            the top of his head. But at any rate he might answer questions.&mdash;How am I
            to get in?&rdquo; she repeated, aloud.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I shall sit here,&rdquo; the Footman remarked, &ldquo;till
            tomorrow&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            At this moment the door of the house opened, and a large plate came skimming
            out, straight at the Footman&rsquo;s head: it just grazed his nose, and broke
            to pieces against one of the trees behind him.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;&mdash;or next day, maybe,&rdquo; the Footman continued in the same
            tone, exactly as if nothing had happened.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;How am I to get in?&rdquo; asked Alice again, in a louder tone.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;<i>Are</i> you to get in at all?&rdquo; said the Footman.
            &ldquo;That&rsquo;s the first question, you know.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to be told so. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s
            really dreadful,&rdquo; she muttered to herself, &ldquo;the way all the
            creatures argue. It&rsquo;s enough to drive one crazy!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Footman seemed to think this a good opportunity for repeating his remark,
            with variations. &ldquo;I shall sit here,&rdquo; he said, &ldquo;on and off,
            for days and days.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;But what am <i>I</i> to do?&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Anything you like,&rdquo; said the Footman, and began whistling.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, there&rsquo;s no use in talking to him,&rdquo; said Alice
            desperately: &ldquo;he&rsquo;s perfectly idiotic!&rdquo; And she opened the
            door and went in.
          </p>

          <p>
            The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of smoke from one end
            to the other: the Duchess was sitting on a three-legged stool in the middle,
            nursing a baby; the cook was leaning over the fire, stirring a large cauldron
            which seemed to be full of soup.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;There&rsquo;s certainly too much pepper in that soup!&rdquo; Alice said
            to herself, as well as she could for sneezing.
          </p>

          <p>
            There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the Duchess sneezed
            occasionally; and as for the baby, it was sneezing and howling alternately
            without a moment&rsquo;s pause. The only things in the kitchen that did not
            sneeze, were the cook, and a large cat which was sitting on the hearth and
            grinning from ear to ear.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Please would you tell me,&rdquo; said Alice, a little timidly, for she
            was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her to speak first,
            &ldquo;why your cat grins like that?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It&rsquo;s a Cheshire cat,&rdquo; said the Duchess, &ldquo;and
            that&rsquo;s why. Pig!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice quite jumped; but
            she saw in another moment that it was addressed to the baby, and not to her, so
            she took courage, and went on again:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I
            didn&rsquo;t know that cats <i>could</i> grin.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;They all can,&rdquo; said the Duchess; &ldquo;and most of &rsquo;em
            do.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know of any that do,&rdquo; Alice said very politely,
            feeling quite pleased to have got into a conversation.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You don&rsquo;t know much,&rdquo; said the Duchess; &ldquo;and
            that&rsquo;s a fact.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark, and thought it would be as
            well to introduce some other subject of conversation. While she was trying to
            fix on one, the cook took the cauldron of soup off the fire, and at once set to
            work throwing everything within her reach at the Duchess and the baby&mdash;the
            fire-irons came first; then followed a shower of saucepans, plates, and dishes.
            The Duchess took no notice of them even when they hit her; and the baby was
            howling so much already, that it was quite impossible to say whether the blows
            hurt it or not.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, <i>please</i> mind what you&rsquo;re doing!&rdquo; cried Alice,
            jumping up and down in an agony of terror. &ldquo;Oh, there goes his
            <i>precious</i> nose!&rdquo; as an unusually large saucepan flew close by it,
            and very nearly carried it off.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;If everybody minded their own business,&rdquo; the Duchess said in a
            hoarse growl, &ldquo;the world would go round a deal faster than it
            does.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Which would <i>not</i> be an advantage,&rdquo; said Alice, who felt very
            glad to get an opportunity of showing off a little of her knowledge.
            &ldquo;Just think of what work it would make with the day and night! You see
            the earth takes twenty-four hours to turn round on its axis&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Talking of axes,&rdquo; said the Duchess, &ldquo;chop off her
            head!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to see if she meant to take the
            hint; but the cook was busily stirring the soup, and seemed not to be
            listening, so she went on again: &ldquo;Twenty-four hours, I <i>think</i>; or
            is it twelve? I&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, don&rsquo;t bother <i>me</i>,&rdquo; said the Duchess; &ldquo;I
            never could abide figures!&rdquo; And with that she began nursing her child
            again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent
            shake at the end of every line:
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Speak roughly to your little boy,<br />
            And beat him when he sneezes:<br />
            He only does it to annoy,<br />
            Because he knows it teases.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            CHORUS.<br />
            (In which the cook and the baby joined):
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Wow! wow! wow!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept tossing the baby
            violently up and down, and the poor little thing howled so, that Alice could
            hardly hear the words:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I speak severely to my boy,<br />
            I beat him when he sneezes;<br />
            For he can thoroughly enjoy<br />
            The pepper when he pleases!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            CHORUS.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Wow! wow! wow!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Here! you may nurse it a bit, if you like!&rdquo; the Duchess said to
            Alice, flinging the baby at her as she spoke. &ldquo;I must go and get ready to
            play croquet with the Queen,&rdquo; and she hurried out of the room. The cook
            threw a frying-pan after her as she went out, but it just missed her.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer-shaped little
            creature, and held out its arms and legs in all directions, &ldquo;just like a
            star-fish,&rdquo; thought Alice. The poor little thing was snorting like a
            steam-engine when she caught it, and kept doubling itself up and straightening
            itself out again, so that altogether, for the first minute or two, it was as
            much as she could do to hold it.
          </p>

          <p>
            As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing it, (which was to twist
            it up into a sort of knot, and then keep tight hold of its right ear and left
            foot, so as to prevent its undoing itself,) she carried it out into the open
            air. &ldquo;If I don&rsquo;t take this child away with me,&rdquo; thought
            Alice, &ldquo;they&rsquo;re sure to kill it in a day or two: wouldn&rsquo;t it
            be murder to leave it behind?&rdquo; She said the last words out loud, and the
            little thing grunted in reply (it had left off sneezing by this time).
            &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t grunt,&rdquo; said Alice; &ldquo;that&rsquo;s not at all a
            proper way of expressing yourself.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its face to see
            what was the matter with it. There could be no doubt that it had a <i>very</i>
            turn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real nose; also its eyes were
            getting extremely small for a baby: altogether Alice did not like the look of
            the thing at all. &ldquo;But perhaps it was only sobbing,&rdquo; she thought,
            and looked into its eyes again, to see if there were any tears.
          </p>

          <p>
            No, there were no tears. &ldquo;If you&rsquo;re going to turn into a pig, my
            dear,&rdquo; said Alice, seriously, &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll have nothing more to do
            with you. Mind now!&rdquo; The poor little thing sobbed again (or grunted, it
            was impossible to say which), and they went on for some while in silence.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice was just beginning to think to herself, &ldquo;Now, what am I to do with
            this creature when I get it home?&rdquo; when it grunted again, so violently,
            that she looked down into its face in some alarm. This time there could be
            <i>no</i> mistake about it: it was neither more nor less than a pig, and she
            felt that it would be quite absurd for her to carry it further.
          </p>

          <p>
            So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see it trot
            away quietly into the wood. &ldquo;If it had grown up,&rdquo; she said to
            herself, &ldquo;it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes rather
            a handsome pig, I think.&rdquo; And she began thinking over other children she
            knew, who might do very well as pigs, and was just saying to herself, &ldquo;if
            one only knew the right way to change them&mdash;&rdquo; when she was a little
            startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards
            off.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, she thought:
            still it had <i>very</i> long claws and a great many teeth, so she felt that it
            ought to be treated with respect.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Cheshire Puss,&rdquo; she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all
            know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider.
            &ldquo;Come, it&rsquo;s pleased so far,&rdquo; thought Alice, and she went on.
            &ldquo;Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,&rdquo; said the
            Cat.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t much care where&mdash;&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Then it doesn&rsquo;t matter which way you go,&rdquo; said the Cat.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;&mdash;so long as I get <i>somewhere</i>,&rdquo; Alice added as an
            explanation.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, you&rsquo;re sure to do that,&rdquo; said the Cat, &ldquo;if you
            only walk long enough.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question.
            &ldquo;What sort of people live about here?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;In <i>that</i> direction,&rdquo; the Cat said, waving its right paw
            round, &ldquo;lives a Hatter: and in <i>that</i> direction,&rdquo; waving the
            other paw, &ldquo;lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they&rsquo;re both
            mad.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;But I don&rsquo;t want to go among mad people,&rdquo; Alice remarked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, you can&rsquo;t help that,&rdquo; said the Cat: &ldquo;we&rsquo;re
            all mad here. I&rsquo;m mad. You&rsquo;re mad.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;How do you know I&rsquo;m mad?&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You must be,&rdquo; said the Cat, &ldquo;or you wouldn&rsquo;t have come
            here.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice didn&rsquo;t think that proved it at all; however, she went on &ldquo;And
            how do you know that you&rsquo;re mad?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;To begin with,&rdquo; said the Cat, &ldquo;a dog&rsquo;s not mad. You
            grant that?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I suppose so,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, then,&rdquo; the Cat went on, &ldquo;you see, a dog growls when
            it&rsquo;s angry, and wags its tail when it&rsquo;s pleased. Now <i>I</i> growl
            when I&rsquo;m pleased, and wag my tail when I&rsquo;m angry. Therefore
            I&rsquo;m mad.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;<i>I</i> call it purring, not growling,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Call it what you like,&rdquo; said the Cat. &ldquo;Do you play croquet
            with the Queen to-day?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I should like it very much,&rdquo; said Alice, &ldquo;but I
            haven&rsquo;t been invited yet.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You&rsquo;ll see me there,&rdquo; said the Cat, and vanished.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used to queer things
            happening. While she was looking at the place where it had been, it suddenly
            appeared again.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;By-the-bye, what became of the baby?&rdquo; said the Cat.
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;d nearly forgotten to ask.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It turned into a pig,&rdquo; Alice quietly said, just as if it had come
            back in a natural way.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I thought it would,&rdquo; said the Cat, and vanished again.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not appear,
            and after a minute or two she walked on in the direction in which the March
            Hare was said to live. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve seen hatters before,&rdquo; she said
            to herself; &ldquo;the March Hare will be much the most interesting, and
            perhaps as this is May it won&rsquo;t be raving mad&mdash;at least not so mad
            as it was in March.&rdquo; As she said this, she looked up, and there was the
            Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Did you say pig, or fig?&rdquo; said the Cat.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I said pig,&rdquo; replied Alice; &ldquo;and I wish you wouldn&rsquo;t
            keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly: you make one quite giddy.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;All right,&rdquo; said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite slowly,
            beginning with the end of the tail, and ending with the grin, which remained
            some time after the rest of it had gone.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well! I&rsquo;ve often seen a cat without a grin,&rdquo; thought Alice;
            &ldquo;but a grin without a cat! It&rsquo;s the most curious thing I ever saw
            in my life!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            She had not gone much farther before she came in sight of the house of the
            March Hare: she thought it must be the right house, because the chimneys were
            shaped like ears and the roof was thatched with fur. It was so large a house,
            that she did not like to go nearer till she had nibbled some more of the
            lefthand bit of mushroom, and raised herself to about two feet high: even then
            she walked up towards it rather timidly, saying to herself &ldquo;Suppose it
            should be raving mad after all! I almost wish I&rsquo;d gone to see the Hatter
            instead!&rdquo;
          </p>
        </div>
      </div>
      <!-- Chapter VII-->
      <div class="chapter">
        <h1 id="chapter-7">CHAPTER VII</h1>
        <div class="top-border">
          <img src="img/top-border.png">
        </div>
        <h2>A Mad Tea-Party</h2>
        <div class="bottom-border">
          <img src="img/bottom-border.png">
        </div>
        <div class="paragraphs">
          <p>
            There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March
            Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them,
            fast asleep, and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their elbows
            on it, and talking over its head. &ldquo;Very uncomfortable for the
            Dormouse,&rdquo; thought Alice; &ldquo;only, as it&rsquo;s asleep, I suppose it
            doesn&rsquo;t mind.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one
            corner of it: &ldquo;No room! No room!&rdquo; they cried out when they saw
            Alice coming. &ldquo;There&rsquo;s <i>plenty</i> of room!&rdquo; said Alice
            indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Have some wine,&rdquo; the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. &ldquo;I
            don&rsquo;t see any wine,&rdquo; she remarked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;There isn&rsquo;t any,&rdquo; said the March Hare.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Then it wasn&rsquo;t very civil of you to offer it,&rdquo; said Alice
            angrily.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It wasn&rsquo;t very civil of you to sit down without being
            invited,&rdquo; said the March Hare.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t know it was <i>your</i> table,&rdquo; said Alice;
            &ldquo;it&rsquo;s laid for a great many more than three.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Your hair wants cutting,&rdquo; said the Hatter. He had been looking at
            Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You should learn not to make personal remarks,&rdquo; Alice said with
            some severity; &ldquo;it&rsquo;s very rude.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he <i>said</i>
            was, &ldquo;Why is a raven like a writing-desk?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Come, we shall have some fun now!&rdquo; thought Alice. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m
            glad they&rsquo;ve begun asking riddles.&mdash;I believe I can guess
            that,&rdquo; she added aloud.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it?&rdquo;
            said the March Hare.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Exactly so,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Then you should say what you mean,&rdquo; the March Hare went on.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I do,&rdquo; Alice hastily replied; &ldquo;at least&mdash;at least I
            mean what I say&mdash;that&rsquo;s the same thing, you know.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Not the same thing a bit!&rdquo; said the Hatter. &ldquo;You might just
            as well say that &lsquo;I see what I eat&rsquo; is the same thing as &lsquo;I
            eat what I see&rsquo;!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You might just as well say,&rdquo; added the March Hare, &ldquo;that
            &lsquo;I like what I get&rsquo; is the same thing as &lsquo;I get what I
            like&rsquo;!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You might just as well say,&rdquo; added the Dormouse, who seemed to be
            talking in his sleep, &ldquo;that &lsquo;I breathe when I sleep&rsquo; is the
            same thing as &lsquo;I sleep when I breathe&rsquo;!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It <i>is</i> the same thing with you,&rdquo; said the Hatter, and here
            the conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for a minute, while Alice
            thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing-desks, which
            wasn&rsquo;t much.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Hatter was the first to break the silence. &ldquo;What day of the month is
            it?&rdquo; he said, turning to Alice: he had taken his watch out of his pocket,
            and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then, and holding it
            to his ear.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice considered a little, and then said &ldquo;The fourth.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Two days wrong!&rdquo; sighed the Hatter. &ldquo;I told you butter
            wouldn&rsquo;t suit the works!&rdquo; he added looking angrily at the March
            Hare.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It was the <i>best</i> butter,&rdquo; the March Hare meekly replied.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,&rdquo; the Hatter
            grumbled: &ldquo;you shouldn&rsquo;t have put it in with the
            bread-knife.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into
            his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he could think of nothing better to
            say than his first remark, &ldquo;It was the <i>best</i> butter, you
            know.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. &ldquo;What a
            funny watch!&rdquo; she remarked. &ldquo;It tells the day of the month, and
            doesn&rsquo;t tell what o&rsquo;clock it is!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Why should it?&rdquo; muttered the Hatter. &ldquo;Does <i>your</i> watch
            tell you what year it is?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Of course not,&rdquo; Alice replied very readily: &ldquo;but
            that&rsquo;s because it stays the same year for such a long time
            together.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Which is just the case with <i>mine</i>,&rdquo; said the Hatter.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter&rsquo;s remark seemed to have no sort
            of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t quite
            understand you,&rdquo; she said, as politely as she could.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;The Dormouse is asleep again,&rdquo; said the Hatter, and he poured a
            little hot tea upon its nose.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said, without opening its eyes,
            &ldquo;Of course, of course; just what I was going to remark myself.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Have you guessed the riddle yet?&rdquo; the Hatter said, turning to
            Alice again.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;No, I give it up,&rdquo; Alice replied: &ldquo;what&rsquo;s the
            answer?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I haven&rsquo;t the slightest idea,&rdquo; said the Hatter.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Nor I,&rdquo; said the March Hare.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice sighed wearily. &ldquo;I think you might do something better with the
            time,&rdquo; she said, &ldquo;than waste it in asking riddles that have no
            answers.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;If you knew Time as well as I do,&rdquo; said the Hatter, &ldquo;you
            wouldn&rsquo;t talk about wasting <i>it</i>. It&rsquo;s <i>him</i>.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know what you mean,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Of course you don&rsquo;t!&rdquo; the Hatter said, tossing his head
            contemptuously. &ldquo;I dare say you never even spoke to Time!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Perhaps not,&rdquo; Alice cautiously replied: &ldquo;but I know I have
            to beat time when I learn music.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Ah! that accounts for it,&rdquo; said the Hatter. &ldquo;He won&rsquo;t
            stand beating. Now, if you only kept on good terms with him, he&rsquo;d do
            almost anything you liked with the clock. For instance, suppose it were nine
            o&rsquo;clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons: you&rsquo;d only have
            to whisper a hint to Time, and round goes the clock in a twinkling! Half-past
            one, time for dinner!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            (&ldquo;I only wish it was,&rdquo; the March Hare said to itself in a whisper.)
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That would be grand, certainly,&rdquo; said Alice thoughtfully:
            &ldquo;but then&mdash;I shouldn&rsquo;t be hungry for it, you know.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Not at first, perhaps,&rdquo; said the Hatter: &ldquo;but you could keep
            it to half-past one as long as you liked.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Is that the way <i>you</i> manage?&rdquo; Alice asked.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Hatter shook his head mournfully. &ldquo;Not I!&rdquo; he replied.
            &ldquo;We quarrelled last March&mdash;just before <i>he</i> went mad, you
            know&mdash;&rdquo; (pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,)
            &ldquo;&mdash;it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I
            had to sing
          </p>

          <p>
            &lsquo;Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!<br />
            How I wonder what you&rsquo;re at!&rsquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            You know the song, perhaps?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve heard something like it,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It goes on, you know,&rdquo; the Hatter continued, &ldquo;in this
            way:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &lsquo;Up above the world you fly,<br />
            Like a tea-tray in the sky.<br />
            Twinkle, twinkle&mdash;&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep
            &ldquo;<i>Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle</i>&mdash;&rdquo; and went on so
            long that they had to pinch it to make it stop.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, I&rsquo;d hardly finished the first verse,&rdquo; said the Hatter,
            &ldquo;when the Queen jumped up and bawled out, &lsquo;He&rsquo;s murdering the
            time! Off with his head!&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;How dreadfully savage!&rdquo; exclaimed Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;And ever since that,&rdquo; the Hatter went on in a mournful tone,
            &ldquo;he won&rsquo;t do a thing I ask! It&rsquo;s always six o&rsquo;clock
            now.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            A bright idea came into Alice&rsquo;s head. &ldquo;Is that the reason so many
            tea-things are put out here?&rdquo; she asked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Yes, that&rsquo;s it,&rdquo; said the Hatter with a sigh:
            &ldquo;it&rsquo;s always tea-time, and we&rsquo;ve no time to wash the things
            between whiles.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Then you keep moving round, I suppose?&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Exactly so,&rdquo; said the Hatter: &ldquo;as the things get used
            up.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;But what happens when you come to the beginning again?&rdquo; Alice
            ventured to ask.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Suppose we change the subject,&rdquo; the March Hare interrupted,
            yawning. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us
            a story.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m afraid I don&rsquo;t know one,&rdquo; said Alice, rather
            alarmed at the proposal.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Then the Dormouse shall!&rdquo; they both cried. &ldquo;Wake up,
            Dormouse!&rdquo; And they pinched it on both sides at once.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. &ldquo;I wasn&rsquo;t asleep,&rdquo; he
            said in a hoarse, feeble voice: &ldquo;I heard every word you fellows were
            saying.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Tell us a story!&rdquo; said the March Hare.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Yes, please do!&rdquo; pleaded Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;And be quick about it,&rdquo; added the Hatter, &ldquo;or you&rsquo;ll
            be asleep again before it&rsquo;s done.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Once upon a time there were three little sisters,&rdquo; the Dormouse
            began in a great hurry; &ldquo;and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie;
            and they lived at the bottom of a well&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What did they live on?&rdquo; said Alice, who always took a great
            interest in questions of eating and drinking.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;They lived on treacle,&rdquo; said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute
            or two.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;They couldn&rsquo;t have done that, you know,&rdquo; Alice gently
            remarked; &ldquo;they&rsquo;d have been ill.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;So they were,&rdquo; said the Dormouse; &ldquo;<i>very</i> ill.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary ways of living would
            be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went on: &ldquo;But why did they
            live at the bottom of a well?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Take some more tea,&rdquo; the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve had nothing yet,&rdquo; Alice replied in an offended tone,
            &ldquo;so I can&rsquo;t take more.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You mean you can&rsquo;t take <i>less</i>,&rdquo; said the Hatter:
            &ldquo;it&rsquo;s very easy to take <i>more</i> than nothing.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Nobody asked <i>your</i> opinion,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Who&rsquo;s making personal remarks now?&rdquo; the Hatter asked
            triumphantly.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice did not quite know what to say to this: so she helped herself to some tea
            and bread-and-butter, and then turned to the Dormouse, and repeated her
            question. &ldquo;Why did they live at the bottom of a well?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it, and then said,
            &ldquo;It was a treacle-well.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;There&rsquo;s no such thing!&rdquo; Alice was beginning very angrily,
            but the Hatter and the March Hare went &ldquo;Sh! sh!&rdquo; and the Dormouse
            sulkily remarked, &ldquo;If you can&rsquo;t be civil, you&rsquo;d better finish
            the story for yourself.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;No, please go on!&rdquo; Alice said very humbly; &ldquo;I won&rsquo;t
            interrupt again. I dare say there may be <i>one</i>.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;One, indeed!&rdquo; said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he consented
            to go on. &ldquo;And so these three little sisters&mdash;they were learning to
            draw, you know&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What did they draw?&rdquo; said Alice, quite forgetting her promise.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Treacle,&rdquo; said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I want a clean cup,&rdquo; interrupted the Hatter: &ldquo;let&rsquo;s
            all move one place on.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare moved
            into the Dormouse&rsquo;s place, and Alice rather unwillingly took the place of
            the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one who got any advantage from the
            change: and Alice was a good deal worse off than before, as the March Hare had
            just upset the milk-jug into his plate.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very cautiously:
            &ldquo;But I don&rsquo;t understand. Where did they draw the treacle
            from?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You can draw water out of a water-well,&rdquo; said the Hatter;
            &ldquo;so I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well&mdash;eh,
            stupid?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;But they were <i>in</i> the well,&rdquo; Alice said to the Dormouse, not
            choosing to notice this last remark.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Of course they were,&rdquo; said the Dormouse; &ldquo;&mdash;well
            in.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            This answer so confused poor Alice, that she let the Dormouse go on for some
            time without interrupting it.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;They were learning to draw,&rdquo; the Dormouse went on, yawning and
            rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; &ldquo;and they drew all
            manner of things&mdash;everything that begins with an M&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Why with an M?&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Why not?&rdquo; said the March Hare.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice was silent.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was going off into a doze;
            but, on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek, and
            went on: &ldquo;&mdash;that begins with an M, such as mouse-traps, and the
            moon, and memory, and muchness&mdash;you know you say things are &ldquo;much of
            a muchness&rdquo;&mdash;did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a
            muchness?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Really, now you ask me,&rdquo; said Alice, very much confused, &ldquo;I
            don&rsquo;t think&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Then you shouldn&rsquo;t talk,&rdquo; said the Hatter.
          </p>

          <p>
            This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear: she got up in great
            disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the
            others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or
            twice, half hoping that they would call after her: the last time she saw them,
            they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;At any rate I&rsquo;ll never go <i>there</i> again!&rdquo; said Alice as
            she picked her way through the wood. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s the stupidest tea-party
            I ever was at in all my life!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a door leading
            right into it. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s very curious!&rdquo; she thought. &ldquo;But
            everything&rsquo;s curious today. I think I may as well go in at once.&rdquo;
            And in she went.
          </p>

          <p>
            Once more she found herself in the long hall, and close to the little glass
            table. &ldquo;Now, I&rsquo;ll manage better this time,&rdquo; she said to
            herself, and began by taking the little golden key, and unlocking the door that
            led into the garden. Then she went to work nibbling at the mushroom (she had
            kept a piece of it in her pocket) till she was about a foot high: then she
            walked down the little passage: and <i>then</i>&mdash;she found herself at last
            in the beautiful garden, among the bright flower-beds and the cool fountains.
          </p>
        </div>
      </div>
      <!-- Chapter VIII-->
      <div class="chapter">
        <h1 id="chapter-8">CHAPTER VIII</h1>
        <div class="top-border">
          <img src="img/top-border.png">
        </div>
        <h2>The Queen’s Croquet-Ground</h2>
        <div class="bottom-border">
          <img src="img/bottom-border.png">
        </div>
        <div class="paragraphs">
          <p>
            A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on
            it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them red.
            Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and
            just as she came up to them she heard one of them say, &ldquo;Look out now,
            Five! Don&rsquo;t go splashing paint over me like that!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I couldn&rsquo;t help it,&rdquo; said Five, in a sulky tone;
            &ldquo;Seven jogged my elbow.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            On which Seven looked up and said, &ldquo;That&rsquo;s right, Five! Always lay
            the blame on others!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;<i>You&rsquo;d</i> better not talk!&rdquo; said Five. &ldquo;I heard the
            Queen say only yesterday you deserved to be beheaded!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What for?&rdquo; said the one who had spoken first.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That&rsquo;s none of <i>your</i> business, Two!&rdquo; said Seven.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Yes, it <i>is</i> his business!&rdquo; said Five, &ldquo;and I&rsquo;ll
            tell him&mdash;it was for bringing the cook tulip-roots instead of
            onions.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun &ldquo;Well, of all the unjust
            things&mdash;&rdquo; when his eye chanced to fall upon Alice, as she stood
            watching them, and he checked himself suddenly: the others looked round also,
            and all of them bowed low.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Would you tell me,&rdquo; said Alice, a little timidly, &ldquo;why you
            are painting those roses?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Five and Seven said nothing, but looked at Two. Two began in a low voice,
            &ldquo;Why the fact is, you see, Miss, this here ought to have been a
            <i>red</i> rose-tree, and we put a white one in by mistake; and if the Queen
            was to find it out, we should all have our heads cut off, you know. So you see,
            Miss, we&rsquo;re doing our best, afore she comes, to&mdash;&rdquo; At this
            moment Five, who had been anxiously looking across the garden, called out
            &ldquo;The Queen! The Queen!&rdquo; and the three gardeners instantly threw
            themselves flat upon their faces. There was a sound of many footsteps, and
            Alice looked round, eager to see the Queen.
          </p>

          <p>
            First came ten soldiers carrying clubs; these were all shaped like the three
            gardeners, oblong and flat, with their hands and feet at the corners: next the
            ten courtiers; these were ornamented all over with diamonds, and walked two and
            two, as the soldiers did. After these came the royal children; there were ten
            of them, and the little dears came jumping merrily along hand in hand, in
            couples: they were all ornamented with hearts. Next came the guests, mostly
            Kings and Queens, and among them Alice recognised the White Rabbit: it was
            talking in a hurried nervous manner, smiling at everything that was said, and
            went by without noticing her. Then followed the Knave of Hearts, carrying the
            King&rsquo;s crown on a crimson velvet cushion; and, last of all this grand
            procession, came THE KING AND QUEEN OF HEARTS.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice was rather doubtful whether she ought not to lie down on her face like
            the three gardeners, but she could not remember ever having heard of such a
            rule at processions; &ldquo;and besides, what would be the use of a
            procession,&rdquo; thought she, &ldquo;if people had all to lie down upon their
            faces, so that they couldn&rsquo;t see it?&rdquo; So she stood still where she
            was, and waited.
          </p>

          <p>
            When the procession came opposite to Alice, they all stopped and looked at her,
            and the Queen said severely &ldquo;Who is this?&rdquo; She said it to the Knave
            of Hearts, who only bowed and smiled in reply.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Idiot!&rdquo; said the Queen, tossing her head impatiently; and, turning
            to Alice, she went on, &ldquo;What&rsquo;s your name, child?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;My name is Alice, so please your Majesty,&rdquo; said Alice very
            politely; but she added, to herself, &ldquo;Why, they&rsquo;re only a pack of
            cards, after all. I needn&rsquo;t be afraid of them!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;And who are <i>these?</i>&rdquo; said the Queen, pointing to the three
            gardeners who were lying round the rose-tree; for, you see, as they were lying
            on their faces, and the pattern on their backs was the same as the rest of the
            pack, she could not tell whether they were gardeners, or soldiers, or
            courtiers, or three of her own children.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;How should <i>I</i> know?&rdquo; said Alice, surprised at her own
            courage. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s no business of <i>mine</i>.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Queen turned crimson with fury, and, after glaring at her for a moment like
            a wild beast, screamed &ldquo;Off with her head! Off&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Nonsense!&rdquo; said Alice, very loudly and decidedly, and the Queen
            was silent.
          </p>

          <p>
            The King laid his hand upon her arm, and timidly said &ldquo;Consider, my dear:
            she is only a child!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Queen turned angrily away from him, and said to the Knave &ldquo;Turn them
            over!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Knave did so, very carefully, with one foot.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Get up!&rdquo; said the Queen, in a shrill, loud voice, and the three
            gardeners instantly jumped up, and began bowing to the King, the Queen, the
            royal children, and everybody else.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Leave off that!&rdquo; screamed the Queen. &ldquo;You make me
            giddy.&rdquo; And then, turning to the rose-tree, she went on, &ldquo;What
            <i>have</i> you been doing here?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;May it please your Majesty,&rdquo; said Two, in a very humble tone,
            going down on one knee as he spoke, &ldquo;we were trying&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;<i>I</i> see!&rdquo; said the Queen, who had meanwhile been examining
            the roses. &ldquo;Off with their heads!&rdquo; and the procession moved on,
            three of the soldiers remaining behind to execute the unfortunate gardeners,
            who ran to Alice for protection.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You shan&rsquo;t be beheaded!&rdquo; said Alice, and she put them into a
            large flower-pot that stood near. The three soldiers wandered about for a
            minute or two, looking for them, and then quietly marched off after the others.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Are their heads off?&rdquo; shouted the Queen.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Their heads are gone, if it please your Majesty!&rdquo; the soldiers
            shouted in reply.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That&rsquo;s right!&rdquo; shouted the Queen. &ldquo;Can you play
            croquet?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The soldiers were silent, and looked at Alice, as the question was evidently
            meant for her.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Yes!&rdquo; shouted Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Come on, then!&rdquo; roared the Queen, and Alice joined the procession,
            wondering very much what would happen next.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It&rsquo;s&mdash;it&rsquo;s a very fine day!&rdquo; said a timid voice
            at her side. She was walking by the White Rabbit, who was peeping anxiously
            into her face.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Very,&rdquo; said Alice: &ldquo;&mdash;where&rsquo;s the Duchess?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Hush! Hush!&rdquo; said the Rabbit in a low, hurried tone. He looked
            anxiously over his shoulder as he spoke, and then raised himself upon tiptoe,
            put his mouth close to her ear, and whispered &ldquo;She&rsquo;s under sentence
            of execution.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What for?&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Did you say &lsquo;What a pity!&rsquo;?&rdquo; the Rabbit asked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;No, I didn&rsquo;t,&rdquo; said Alice: &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t think
            it&rsquo;s at all a pity. I said &lsquo;What for?&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;She boxed the Queen&rsquo;s ears&mdash;&rdquo; the Rabbit began. Alice
            gave a little scream of laughter. &ldquo;Oh, hush!&rdquo; the Rabbit whispered
            in a frightened tone. &ldquo;The Queen will hear you! You see, she came rather
            late, and the Queen said&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Get to your places!&rdquo; shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder, and
            people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against each other;
            however, they got settled down in a minute or two, and the game began. Alice
            thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in her life; it was
            all ridges and furrows; the balls were live hedgehogs, the mallets live
            flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and to stand on their
            hands and feet, to make the arches.
          </p>

          <p>
            The chief difficulty Alice found at first was in managing her flamingo: she
            succeeded in getting its body tucked away, comfortably enough, under her arm,
            with its legs hanging down, but generally, just as she had got its neck nicely
            straightened out, and was going to give the hedgehog a blow with its head, it
            <i>would</i> twist itself round and look up in her face, with such a puzzled
            expression that she could not help bursting out laughing: and when she had got
            its head down, and was going to begin again, it was very provoking to find that
            the hedgehog had unrolled itself, and was in the act of crawling away: besides
            all this, there was generally a ridge or furrow in the way wherever she wanted
            to send the hedgehog to, and, as the doubled-up soldiers were always getting up
            and walking off to other parts of the ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion
            that it was a very difficult game indeed.
          </p>

          <p>
            The players all played at once without waiting for turns, quarrelling all the
            while, and fighting for the hedgehogs; and in a very short time the Queen was
            in a furious passion, and went stamping about, and shouting &ldquo;Off with his
            head!&rdquo; or &ldquo;Off with her head!&rdquo; about once in a minute.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice began to feel very uneasy: to be sure, she had not as yet had any dispute
            with the Queen, but she knew that it might happen any minute, &ldquo;and
            then,&rdquo; thought she, &ldquo;what would become of me? They&rsquo;re
            dreadfully fond of beheading people here; the great wonder is, that
            there&rsquo;s any one left alive!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            She was looking about for some way of escape, and wondering whether she could
            get away without being seen, when she noticed a curious appearance in the air:
            it puzzled her very much at first, but, after watching it a minute or two, she
            made it out to be a grin, and she said to herself &ldquo;It&rsquo;s the
            Cheshire Cat: now I shall have somebody to talk to.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;How are you getting on?&rdquo; said the Cat, as soon as there was mouth
            enough for it to speak with.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice waited till the eyes appeared, and then nodded. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s no use
            speaking to it,&rdquo; she thought, &ldquo;till its ears have come, or at least
            one of them.&rdquo; In another minute the whole head appeared, and then Alice
            put down her flamingo, and began an account of the game, feeling very glad she
            had someone to listen to her. The Cat seemed to think that there was enough of
            it now in sight, and no more of it appeared.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t think they play at all fairly,&rdquo; Alice began, in
            rather a complaining tone, &ldquo;and they all quarrel so dreadfully one
            can&rsquo;t hear oneself speak&mdash;and they don&rsquo;t seem to have any
            rules in particular; at least, if there are, nobody attends to them&mdash;and
            you&rsquo;ve no idea how confusing it is all the things being alive; for
            instance, there&rsquo;s the arch I&rsquo;ve got to go through next walking
            about at the other end of the ground&mdash;and I should have croqueted the
            Queen&rsquo;s hedgehog just now, only it ran away when it saw mine
            coming!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;How do you like the Queen?&rdquo; said the Cat in a low voice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Not at all,&rdquo; said Alice: &ldquo;she&rsquo;s so
            extremely&mdash;&rdquo; Just then she noticed that the Queen was close behind
            her, listening: so she went on, &ldquo;&mdash;likely to win, that it&rsquo;s
            hardly worth while finishing the game.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Queen smiled and passed on.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Who <i>are</i> you talking to?&rdquo; said the King, going up to Alice,
            and looking at the Cat&rsquo;s head with great curiosity.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It&rsquo;s a friend of mine&mdash;a Cheshire Cat,&rdquo; said Alice:
            &ldquo;allow me to introduce it.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t like the look of it at all,&rdquo; said the King:
            &ldquo;however, it may kiss my hand if it likes.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;d rather not,&rdquo; the Cat remarked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t be impertinent,&rdquo; said the King, &ldquo;and don&rsquo;t
            look at me like that!&rdquo; He got behind Alice as he spoke.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;A cat may look at a king,&rdquo; said Alice. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve read that
            in some book, but I don&rsquo;t remember where.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, it must be removed,&rdquo; said the King very decidedly, and he
            called the Queen, who was passing at the moment, &ldquo;My dear! I wish you
            would have this cat removed!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small.
            &ldquo;Off with his head!&rdquo; she said, without even looking round.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll fetch the executioner myself,&rdquo; said the King eagerly,
            and he hurried off.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice thought she might as well go back, and see how the game was going on, as
            she heard the Queen&rsquo;s voice in the distance, screaming with passion. She
            had already heard her sentence three of the players to be executed for having
            missed their turns, and she did not like the look of things at all, as the game
            was in such confusion that she never knew whether it was her turn or not. So
            she went in search of her hedgehog.
          </p>

          <p>
            The hedgehog was engaged in a fight with another hedgehog, which seemed to
            Alice an excellent opportunity for croqueting one of them with the other: the
            only difficulty was, that her flamingo was gone across to the other side of the
            garden, where Alice could see it trying in a helpless sort of way to fly up
            into a tree.
          </p>

          <p>
            By the time she had caught the flamingo and brought it back, the fight was
            over, and both the hedgehogs were out of sight: &ldquo;but it doesn&rsquo;t
            matter much,&rdquo; thought Alice, &ldquo;as all the arches are gone from this
            side of the ground.&rdquo; So she tucked it away under her arm, that it might
            not escape again, and went back for a little more conversation with her friend.
          </p>

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

          <p>
            The moment Alice appeared, she was appealed to by all three to settle the
            question, and they repeated their arguments to her, though, as they all spoke
            at once, she found it very hard indeed to make out exactly what they said.
          </p>

          <p>
            The executioner&rsquo;s argument was, that you couldn&rsquo;t cut off a head
            unless there was a body to cut it off from: that he had never had to do such a
            thing before, and he wasn&rsquo;t going to begin at <i>his</i> time of life.
          </p>

          <p>
            The King&rsquo;s argument was, that anything that had a head could be beheaded,
            and that you weren&rsquo;t to talk nonsense.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Queen&rsquo;s argument was, that if something wasn&rsquo;t done about it in
            less than no time she&rsquo;d have everybody executed, all round. (It was this
            last remark that had made the whole party look so grave and anxious.)
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice could think of nothing else to say but &ldquo;It belongs to the Duchess:
            you&rsquo;d better ask <i>her</i> about it.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;She&rsquo;s in prison,&rdquo; the Queen said to the executioner:
            &ldquo;fetch her here.&rdquo; And the executioner went off like an arrow.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Cat&rsquo;s head began fading away the moment he was gone, and, by the time
            he had come back with the Duchess, it had entirely disappeared; so the King and
            the executioner ran wildly up and down looking for it, while the rest of the
            party went back to the game.
          </p>
        </div>
      </div>
      <!-- Chapter IX-->
      <div class="chapter">
        <h1 id="chapter-9">CHAPTER IX</h1>
        <div class="top-border">
          <img src="img/top-border.png">
        </div>
        <h2>The Mock Turtle’s Story</h2>
        <div class="bottom-border">
          <img src="img/bottom-border.png">
        </div>
        <div class="paragraphs">
          <p>
            &ldquo;You can&rsquo;t think how glad I am to see you again, you dear old
            thing!&rdquo; said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately into
            Alice&rsquo;s, and they walked off together.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasant temper, and thought to
            herself that perhaps it was only the pepper that had made her so savage when
            they met in the kitchen.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;When <i>I&rsquo;m</i> a Duchess,&rdquo; she said to herself, (not in a
            very hopeful tone though), &ldquo;I won&rsquo;t have any pepper in my kitchen
            <i>at all</i>. Soup does very well without&mdash;Maybe it&rsquo;s always pepper
            that makes people hot-tempered,&rdquo; she went on, very much pleased at having
            found out a new kind of rule, &ldquo;and vinegar that makes them sour&mdash;and
            camomile that makes them bitter&mdash;and&mdash;and barley-sugar and such
            things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish people knew <i>that</i>:
            then they wouldn&rsquo;t be so stingy about it, you know&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a little startled
            when she heard her voice close to her ear. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re thinking about
            something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can&rsquo;t tell you
            just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Perhaps it hasn&rsquo;t one,&rdquo; Alice ventured to remark.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Tut, tut, child!&rdquo; said the Duchess. &ldquo;Everything&rsquo;s got
            a moral, if only you can find it.&rdquo; And she squeezed herself up closer to
            Alice&rsquo;s side as she spoke.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice did not much like keeping so close to her: first, because the Duchess was
            <i>very</i> ugly; and secondly, because she was exactly the right height to
            rest her chin upon Alice&rsquo;s shoulder, and it was an uncomfortably sharp
            chin. However, she did not like to be rude, so she bore it as well as she
            could.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;The game&rsquo;s going on rather better now,&rdquo; she said, by way of
            keeping up the conversation a little.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis so,&rdquo; said the Duchess: &ldquo;and the moral of that
            is&mdash;&lsquo;Oh, &rsquo;tis love, &rsquo;tis love, that makes the world go
            round!&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Somebody said,&rdquo; Alice whispered, &ldquo;that it&rsquo;s done by
            everybody minding their own business!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Ah, well! It means much the same thing,&rdquo; said the Duchess, digging
            her sharp little chin into Alice&rsquo;s shoulder as she added, &ldquo;and the
            moral of <i>that</i> is&mdash;&lsquo;Take care of the sense, and the sounds
            will take care of themselves.&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;How fond she is of finding morals in things!&rdquo; Alice thought to
            herself.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I dare say you&rsquo;re wondering why I don&rsquo;t put my arm round
            your waist,&rdquo; the Duchess said after a pause: &ldquo;the reason is, that
            I&rsquo;m doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the
            experiment?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;He might bite,&rdquo; Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all
            anxious to have the experiment tried.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Very true,&rdquo; said the Duchess: &ldquo;flamingoes and mustard both
            bite. And the moral of that is&mdash;&lsquo;Birds of a feather flock
            together.&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Only mustard isn&rsquo;t a bird,&rdquo; Alice remarked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Right, as usual,&rdquo; said the Duchess: &ldquo;what a clear way you
            have of putting things!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It&rsquo;s a mineral, I <i>think</i>,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Of course it is,&rdquo; said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to
            everything that Alice said; &ldquo;there&rsquo;s a large mustard-mine near
            here. And the moral of that is&mdash;&lsquo;The more there is of mine, the less
            there is of yours.&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, I know!&rdquo; exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this last
            remark, &ldquo;it&rsquo;s a vegetable. It doesn&rsquo;t look like one, but it
            is.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I quite agree with you,&rdquo; said the Duchess; &ldquo;and the moral of
            that is&mdash;&lsquo;Be what you would seem to be&rsquo;&mdash;or if
            you&rsquo;d like it put more simply&mdash;&lsquo;Never imagine yourself not to
            be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might
            have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them
            to be otherwise.&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I think I should understand that better,&rdquo; Alice said very
            politely, &ldquo;if I had it written down: but I can&rsquo;t quite follow it as
            you say it.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That&rsquo;s nothing to what I could say if I chose,&rdquo; the Duchess
            replied, in a pleased tone.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Pray don&rsquo;t trouble yourself to say it any longer than that,&rdquo;
            said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, don&rsquo;t talk about trouble!&rdquo; said the Duchess. &ldquo;I
            make you a present of everything I&rsquo;ve said as yet.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;A cheap sort of present!&rdquo; thought Alice. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m glad
            they don&rsquo;t give birthday presents like that!&rdquo; But she did not
            venture to say it out loud.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Thinking again?&rdquo; the Duchess asked, with another dig of her sharp
            little chin.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve a right to think,&rdquo; said Alice sharply, for she was
            beginning to feel a little worried.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Just about as much right,&rdquo; said the Duchess, &ldquo;as pigs have
            to fly; and the m&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            But here, to Alice&rsquo;s great surprise, the Duchess&rsquo;s voice died away,
            even in the middle of her favourite word &lsquo;moral,&rsquo; and the arm that
            was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up, and there stood the
            Queen in front of them, with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;A fine day, your Majesty!&rdquo; the Duchess began in a low, weak voice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Now, I give you fair warning,&rdquo; shouted the Queen, stamping on the
            ground as she spoke; &ldquo;either you or your head must be off, and that in
            about half no time! Take your choice!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Duchess took her choice, and was gone in a moment.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Let&rsquo;s go on with the game,&rdquo; the Queen said to Alice; and
            Alice was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followed her back to
            the croquet-ground.
          </p>

          <p>
            The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen&rsquo;s absence, and were
            resting in the shade: however, the moment they saw her, they hurried back to
            the game, the Queen merely remarking that a moment&rsquo;s delay would cost
            them their lives.
          </p>

          <p>
            All the time they were playing the Queen never left off quarrelling with the
            other players, and shouting &ldquo;Off with his head!&rdquo; or &ldquo;Off with
            her head!&rdquo; Those whom she sentenced were taken into custody by the
            soldiers, who of course had to leave off being arches to do this, so that by
            the end of half an hour or so there were no arches left, and all the players,
            except the King, the Queen, and Alice, were in custody and under sentence of
            execution.
          </p>

          <p>
            Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, and said to Alice, &ldquo;Have
            you seen the Mock Turtle yet?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;No,&rdquo; said Alice. &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t even know what a Mock Turtle
            is.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It&rsquo;s the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from,&rdquo; said the
            Queen.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I never saw one, or heard of one,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Come on, then,&rdquo; said the Queen, &ldquo;and he shall tell you his
            history,&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            As they walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low voice, to the
            company generally, &ldquo;You are all pardoned.&rdquo; &ldquo;Come,
            <i>that&rsquo;s</i> a good thing!&rdquo; she said to herself, for she had felt
            quite unhappy at the number of executions the Queen had ordered.
          </p>

          <p>
            They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the sun. (If you
            don&rsquo;t know what a Gryphon is, look at the picture.) &ldquo;Up, lazy
            thing!&rdquo; said the Queen, &ldquo;and take this young lady to see the Mock
            Turtle, and to hear his history. I must go back and see after some executions I
            have ordered;&rdquo; and she walked off, leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon.
            Alice did not quite like the look of the creature, but on the whole she thought
            it would be quite as safe to stay with it as to go after that savage Queen: so
            she waited.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes: then it watched the Queen till she was
            out of sight: then it chuckled. &ldquo;What fun!&rdquo; said the Gryphon, half
            to itself, half to Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What <i>is</i> the fun?&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Why, <i>she</i>,&rdquo; said the Gryphon. &ldquo;It&rsquo;s all her
            fancy, that: they never executes nobody, you know. Come on!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Everybody says &lsquo;come on!&rsquo; here,&rdquo; thought Alice, as she
            went slowly after it: &ldquo;I never was so ordered about in all my life,
            never!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the distance, sitting
            sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they came nearer, Alice could
            hear him sighing as if his heart would break. She pitied him deeply.
            &ldquo;What is his sorrow?&rdquo; she asked the Gryphon, and the Gryphon
            answered, very nearly in the same words as before, &ldquo;It&rsquo;s all his
            fancy, that: he hasn&rsquo;t got no sorrow, you know. Come on!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who looked at them with large eyes full of
            tears, but said nothing.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;This here young lady,&rdquo; said the Gryphon, &ldquo;she wants for to
            know your history, she do.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll tell it her,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow
            tone: &ldquo;sit down, both of you, and don&rsquo;t speak a word till
            I&rsquo;ve finished.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought to herself,
            &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t see how he can <i>ever</i> finish, if he doesn&rsquo;t
            begin.&rdquo; But she waited patiently.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Once,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, &ldquo;I
            was a real Turtle.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an occasional
            exclamation of &ldquo;Hjckrrh!&rdquo; from the Gryphon, and the constant heavy
            sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and saying,
            &ldquo;Thank you, sir, for your interesting story,&rdquo; but she could not
            help thinking there <i>must</i> be more to come, so she sat still and said
            nothing.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;When we were little,&rdquo; the Mock Turtle went on at last, more
            calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, &ldquo;we went to school in
            the sea. The master was an old Turtle&mdash;we used to call him
            Tortoise&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn&rsquo;t one?&rdquo; Alice
            asked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;We called him Tortoise because he taught us,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle
            angrily: &ldquo;really you are very dull!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple
            question,&rdquo; added the Gryphon; and then they both sat silent and looked at
            poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At last the Gryphon said to
            the Mock Turtle, &ldquo;Drive on, old fellow! Don&rsquo;t be all day about
            it!&rdquo; and he went on in these words:
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn&rsquo;t believe
            it&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I never said I didn&rsquo;t!&rdquo; interrupted Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You did,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Hold your tongue!&rdquo; added the Gryphon, before Alice could speak
            again. The Mock Turtle went on.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;We had the best of educations&mdash;in fact, we went to school every
            day&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;<i>I&rsquo;ve</i> been to a day-school, too,&rdquo; said Alice;
            &ldquo;you needn&rsquo;t be so proud as all that.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;With extras?&rdquo; asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Alice, &ldquo;we learned French and music.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;And washing?&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Certainly not!&rdquo; said Alice indignantly.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Ah! then yours wasn&rsquo;t a really good school,&rdquo; said the Mock
            Turtle in a tone of great relief. &ldquo;Now at <i>ours</i> they had at the end
            of the bill, &lsquo;French, music, <i>and
              washing</i>&mdash;extra.&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You couldn&rsquo;t have wanted it much,&rdquo; said Alice; &ldquo;living
            at the bottom of the sea.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I couldn&rsquo;t afford to learn it.&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle with a
            sigh. &ldquo;I only took the regular course.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What was that?&rdquo; inquired Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,&rdquo; the Mock Turtle
            replied; &ldquo;and then the different branches of Arithmetic&mdash;Ambition,
            Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I never heard of &lsquo;Uglification,&rsquo;&rdquo; Alice ventured to
            say. &ldquo;What is it?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. &ldquo;What! Never heard of
            uglifying!&rdquo; it exclaimed. &ldquo;You know what to beautify is, I
            suppose?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Alice doubtfully: &ldquo;it
            means&mdash;to&mdash;make&mdash;anything&mdash;prettier.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, then,&rdquo; the Gryphon went on, &ldquo;if you don&rsquo;t know
            what to uglify is, you <i>are</i> a simpleton.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about it, so she turned
            to the Mock Turtle, and said &ldquo;What else had you to learn?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, there was Mystery,&rdquo; the Mock Turtle replied, counting off
            the subjects on his flappers, &ldquo;&mdash;Mystery, ancient and modern, with
            Seaography: then Drawling&mdash;the Drawling-master was an old conger-eel, that
            used to come once a week: <i>he</i> taught us Drawling, Stretching, and
            Fainting in Coils.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What was <i>that</i> like?&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, I can&rsquo;t show it you myself,&rdquo; the Mock Turtle said:
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m too stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Hadn&rsquo;t time,&rdquo; said the Gryphon: &ldquo;I went to the
            Classics master, though. He was an old crab, <i>he</i> was.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I never went to him,&rdquo; the Mock Turtle said with a sigh: &ldquo;he
            taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;So he did, so he did,&rdquo; said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn; and
            both creatures hid their faces in their paws.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;And how many hours a day did you do lessons?&rdquo; said Alice, in a
            hurry to change the subject.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Ten hours the first day,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle: &ldquo;nine the
            next, and so on.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What a curious plan!&rdquo; exclaimed Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That&rsquo;s the reason they&rsquo;re called lessons,&rdquo; the Gryphon
            remarked: &ldquo;because they lessen from day to day.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a little before she
            made her next remark. &ldquo;Then the eleventh day must have been a
            holiday?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Of course it was,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;And how did you manage on the twelfth?&rdquo; Alice went on eagerly.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That&rsquo;s enough about lessons,&rdquo; the Gryphon interrupted in a
            very decided tone: &ldquo;tell her something about the games now.&rdquo;
          </p>
        </div>
      </div>
      <!-- Chapter X-->
      <div class="chapter">
        <h1 id="chapter-10">CHAPTER X</h1>
        <div class="top-border">
          <img src="img/top-border.png">
        </div>
        <h2>The Lobster Quadrille</h2>
        <div class="bottom-border">
          <img src="img/bottom-border.png">
        </div>
        <div class="paragraphs">
          <p>
            The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and drew the back of one flapper across his
            eyes. He looked at Alice, and tried to speak, but for a minute or two sobs
            choked his voice. &ldquo;Same as if he had a bone in his throat,&rdquo; said
            the Gryphon: and it set to work shaking him and punching him in the back. At
            last the Mock Turtle recovered his voice, and, with tears running down his
            cheeks, he went on again:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You may not have lived much under the sea&mdash;&rdquo; (&ldquo;I
            haven&rsquo;t,&rdquo; said Alice)&mdash;&ldquo;and perhaps you were never even
            introduced to a lobster&mdash;&rdquo; (Alice began to say &ldquo;I once
            tasted&mdash;&rdquo; but checked herself hastily, and said &ldquo;No,
            never&rdquo;) &ldquo;&mdash;so you can have no idea what a delightful thing a
            Lobster Quadrille is!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;No, indeed,&rdquo; said Alice. &ldquo;What sort of a dance is it?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Why,&rdquo; said the Gryphon, &ldquo;you first form into a line along
            the sea-shore&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Two lines!&rdquo; cried the Mock Turtle. &ldquo;Seals, turtles, salmon,
            and so on; then, when you&rsquo;ve cleared all the jelly-fish out of the
            way&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;<i>That</i> generally takes some time,&rdquo; interrupted the Gryphon.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;&mdash;you advance twice&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Each with a lobster as a partner!&rdquo; cried the Gryphon.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Of course,&rdquo; the Mock Turtle said: &ldquo;advance twice, set to
            partners&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;&mdash;change lobsters, and retire in same order,&rdquo; continued the
            Gryphon.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Then, you know,&rdquo; the Mock Turtle went on, &ldquo;you throw
            the&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;The lobsters!&rdquo; shouted the Gryphon, with a bound into the air.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;&mdash;as far out to sea as you can&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Swim after them!&rdquo; screamed the Gryphon.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Turn a somersault in the sea!&rdquo; cried the Mock Turtle, capering
            wildly about.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Change lobsters again!&rdquo; yelled the Gryphon at the top of its
            voice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Back to land again, and that&rsquo;s all the first figure,&rdquo; said
            the Mock Turtle, suddenly dropping his voice; and the two creatures, who had
            been jumping about like mad things all this time, sat down again very sadly and
            quietly, and looked at Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It must be a very pretty dance,&rdquo; said Alice timidly.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Would you like to see a little of it?&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Very much indeed,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Come, let&rsquo;s try the first figure!&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle to
            the Gryphon. &ldquo;We can do without lobsters, you know. Which shall
            sing?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, <i>you</i> sing,&rdquo; said the Gryphon. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve
            forgotten the words.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice, every now and then
            treading on her toes when they passed too close, and waving their forepaws to
            mark the time, while the Mock Turtle sang this, very slowly and sadly:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Will you walk a little faster?&rdquo; said a whiting to a snail.<br />
            &ldquo;There&rsquo;s a porpoise close behind us, and he&rsquo;s treading on my tail.<br />
            See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!<br />
            They are waiting on the shingle&mdash;will you come and join the dance?<br />
            Will you, won&rsquo;t you, will you, won&rsquo;t you, will you join the dance?<br />
            Will you, won&rsquo;t you, will you, won&rsquo;t you, won&rsquo;t you join the dance?<br />
            <br />
            &ldquo;You can really have no notion how delightful it will be<br />
            When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!&rdquo;<br />
            But the snail replied &ldquo;Too far, too far!&rdquo; and gave a look askance&mdash;<br />
            Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.<br />
            Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.<br />
            Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.<br />
            <br />
            &ldquo;What matters it how far we go?&rdquo; his scaly friend replied.<br />
            &ldquo;There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.<br />
            The further off from England the nearer is to France&mdash;<br />
            Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.<br />
            Will you, won&rsquo;t you, will you, won&rsquo;t you, will you join the dance?<br />
            Will you, won&rsquo;t you, will you, won&rsquo;t you, won&rsquo;t you join the dance?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Thank you, it&rsquo;s a very interesting dance to watch,&rdquo; said
            Alice, feeling very glad that it was over at last: &ldquo;and I do so like that
            curious song about the whiting!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, as to the whiting,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle,
            &ldquo;they&mdash;you&rsquo;ve seen them, of course?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Yes,&rdquo; said Alice, &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve often seen them at
            dinn&mdash;&rdquo; she checked herself hastily.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I don&rsquo;t know where Dinn may be,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle,
            &ldquo;but if you&rsquo;ve seen them so often, of course you know what
            they&rsquo;re like.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I believe so,&rdquo; Alice replied thoughtfully. &ldquo;They have their
            tails in their mouths&mdash;and they&rsquo;re all over crumbs.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You&rsquo;re wrong about the crumbs,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle:
            &ldquo;crumbs would all wash off in the sea. But they <i>have</i> their tails
            in their mouths; and the reason is&mdash;&rdquo; here the Mock Turtle yawned
            and shut his eyes.&mdash;&ldquo;Tell her about the reason and all that,&rdquo;
            he said to the Gryphon.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;The reason is,&rdquo; said the Gryphon, &ldquo;that they <i>would</i> go
            with the lobsters to the dance. So they got thrown out to sea. So they had to
            fall a long way. So they got their tails fast in their mouths. So they
            couldn&rsquo;t get them out again. That&rsquo;s all.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Thank you,&rdquo; said Alice, &ldquo;it&rsquo;s very interesting. I
            never knew so much about a whiting before.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I can tell you more than that, if you like,&rdquo; said the Gryphon.
            &ldquo;Do you know why it&rsquo;s called a whiting?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I never thought about it,&rdquo; said Alice. &ldquo;Why?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;<i>It does the boots and shoes</i>,&rdquo; the Gryphon replied very
            solemnly.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice was thoroughly puzzled. &ldquo;Does the boots and shoes!&rdquo; she
            repeated in a wondering tone.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Why, what are <i>your</i> shoes done with?&rdquo; said the Gryphon.
            &ldquo;I mean, what makes them so shiny?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice looked down at them, and considered a little before she gave her answer.
            &ldquo;They&rsquo;re done with blacking, I believe.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Boots and shoes under the sea,&rdquo; the Gryphon went on in a deep
            voice, &ldquo;are done with a whiting. Now you know.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;And what are they made of?&rdquo; Alice asked in a tone of great
            curiosity.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Soles and eels, of course,&rdquo; the Gryphon replied rather
            impatiently: &ldquo;any shrimp could have told you that.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;If I&rsquo;d been the whiting,&rdquo; said Alice, whose thoughts were
            still running on the song, &ldquo;I&rsquo;d have said to the porpoise,
            &lsquo;Keep back, please: we don&rsquo;t want <i>you</i> with us!&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;They were obliged to have him with them,&rdquo; the Mock Turtle said:
            &ldquo;no wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Wouldn&rsquo;t it really?&rdquo; said Alice in a tone of great surprise.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Of course not,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle: &ldquo;why, if a fish came
            to <i>me</i>, and told me he was going a journey, I should say &lsquo;With what
            porpoise?&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t you mean &lsquo;purpose&rsquo;?&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I mean what I say,&rdquo; the Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone.
            And the Gryphon added &ldquo;Come, let&rsquo;s hear some of <i>your</i>
            adventures.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I could tell you my adventures&mdash;beginning from this morning,&rdquo;
            said Alice a little timidly: &ldquo;but it&rsquo;s no use going back to
            yesterday, because I was a different person then.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Explain all that,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;No, no! The adventures first,&rdquo; said the Gryphon in an impatient
            tone: &ldquo;explanations take such a dreadful time.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            So Alice began telling them her adventures from the time when she first saw the
            White Rabbit. She was a little nervous about it just at first, the two
            creatures got so close to her, one on each side, and opened their eyes and
            mouths so <i>very</i> wide, but she gained courage as she went on. Her
            listeners were perfectly quiet till she got to the part about her repeating
            &ldquo;<i>You are old, Father William</i>,&rdquo; to the Caterpillar, and the
            words all coming different, and then the Mock Turtle drew a long breath, and
            said &ldquo;That&rsquo;s very curious.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It&rsquo;s all about as curious as it can be,&rdquo; said the Gryphon.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It all came different!&rdquo; the Mock Turtle repeated thoughtfully.
            &ldquo;I should like to hear her try and repeat something now. Tell her to
            begin.&rdquo; He looked at the Gryphon as if he thought it had some kind of
            authority over Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Stand up and repeat &lsquo;&rsquo;<i>Tis the voice of the
              sluggard</i>,&rsquo;&rdquo; said the Gryphon.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;How the creatures order one about, and make one repeat lessons!&rdquo;
            thought Alice; &ldquo;I might as well be at school at once.&rdquo; However, she
            got up, and began to repeat it, but her head was so full of the Lobster
            Quadrille, that she hardly knew what she was saying, and the words came very
            queer indeed:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;&rsquo;Tis the voice of the Lobster; I heard him declare,<br />
            &ldquo;You have baked me too brown, I must sugar my hair.&rdquo;<br />
            As a duck with its eyelids, so he with his nose<br />
            Trims his belt and his buttons, and turns out his toes.&rdquo;<br />
            <br />
            [later editions continued as follows<br />
            When the sands are all dry, he is gay as a lark,<br />
            And will talk in contemptuous tones of the Shark,<br />
            But, when the tide rises and sharks are around,<br />
            His voice has a timid and tremulous sound.]
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That&rsquo;s different from what <i>I</i> used to say when I was a
            child,&rdquo; said the Gryphon.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, I never heard it before,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle; &ldquo;but
            it sounds uncommon nonsense.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice said nothing; she had sat down with her face in her hands, wondering if
            anything would <i>ever</i> happen in a natural way again.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I should like to have it explained,&rdquo; said the Mock Turtle.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;She can&rsquo;t explain it,&rdquo; said the Gryphon hastily. &ldquo;Go
            on with the next verse.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;But about his toes?&rdquo; the Mock Turtle persisted. &ldquo;How
            <i>could</i> he turn them out with his nose, you know?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It&rsquo;s the first position in dancing.&rdquo; Alice said; but was
            dreadfully puzzled by the whole thing, and longed to change the subject.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Go on with the next verse,&rdquo; the Gryphon repeated impatiently:
            &ldquo;it begins &lsquo;<i>I passed by his garden</i>.&rsquo;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice did not dare to disobey, though she felt sure it would all come wrong,
            and she went on in a trembling voice:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye,<br />
            How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie&mdash;&rdquo;<br />
            <br />
            [later editions continued as follows<br />
            The Panther took pie-crust, and gravy, and meat,<br />
            While the Owl had the dish as its share of the treat.<br />
            When the pie was all finished, the Owl, as a boon,<br />
            Was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon:<br />
            While the Panther received knife and fork with a growl,<br />
            And concluded the banquet&mdash;]
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What <i>is</i> the use of repeating all that stuff,&rdquo; the Mock
            Turtle interrupted, &ldquo;if you don&rsquo;t explain it as you go on?
            It&rsquo;s by far the most confusing thing <i>I</i> ever heard!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Yes, I think you&rsquo;d better leave off,&rdquo; said the Gryphon: and
            Alice was only too glad to do so.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Shall we try another figure of the Lobster Quadrille?&rdquo; the Gryphon
            went on. &ldquo;Or would you like the Mock Turtle to sing you a song?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind,&rdquo; Alice
            replied, so eagerly that the Gryphon said, in a rather offended tone,
            &ldquo;Hm! No accounting for tastes! Sing her &lsquo;<i>Turtle Soup</i>,&rsquo;
            will you, old fellow?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Mock Turtle sighed deeply, and began, in a voice sometimes choked with
            sobs, to sing this:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,<br />
            Waiting in a hot tureen!<br />
            Who for such dainties would not stoop?<br />
            Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!<br />
            Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!<br />
            Beau&mdash;ootiful Soo&mdash;oop!<br />
            Beau&mdash;ootiful Soo&mdash;oop!<br />
            Soo&mdash;oop of the e&mdash;e&mdash;evening,<br />
            Beautiful, beautiful Soup!<br />
            <br />
            &ldquo;Beautiful Soup! Who cares for fish,<br />
            Game, or any other dish?<br />
            Who would not give all else for two p<br />
            ennyworth only of beautiful Soup?<br />
            Pennyworth only of beautiful Soup?<br />
            Beau&mdash;ootiful Soo&mdash;oop!<br />
            Beau&mdash;ootiful Soo&mdash;oop!<br />
            Soo&mdash;oop of the e&mdash;e&mdash;evening,<br />
            Beautiful, beauti&mdash;FUL SOUP!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Chorus again!&rdquo; cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had just
            begun to repeat it, when a cry of &ldquo;The trial&rsquo;s beginning!&rdquo;
            was heard in the distance.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Come on!&rdquo; cried the Gryphon, and, taking Alice by the hand, it
            hurried off, without waiting for the end of the song.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What trial is it?&rdquo; Alice panted as she ran; but the Gryphon only
            answered &ldquo;Come on!&rdquo; and ran the faster, while more and more faintly
            came, carried on the breeze that followed them, the melancholy words:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Soo&mdash;oop of the e&mdash;e&mdash;evening,<br />
            Beautiful, beautiful Soup!&rdquo;
          </p>
        </div>
      </div>
      <!-- Chapter XI-->
      <div class="chapter">
        <h1 id="chapter-11">CHAPTER XI</h1>
        <div class="top-border">
          <img src="img/top-border.png">
        </div>
        <h2>Who Stole the Tarts?</h2>
        <div class="bottom-border">
          <img src="img/bottom-border.png">
        </div>
        <div class="paragraphs">
          <p>
            The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they arrived,
            with a great crowd assembled about them&mdash;all sorts of little birds and
            beasts, as well as the whole pack of cards: the Knave was standing before them,
            in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard him; and near the King was the
            White Rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand, and a scroll of parchment in the
            other. In the very middle of the court was a table, with a large dish of tarts
            upon it: they looked so good, that it made Alice quite hungry to look at
            them&mdash;&ldquo;I wish they&rsquo;d get the trial done,&rdquo; she thought,
            &ldquo;and hand round the refreshments!&rdquo; But there seemed to be no chance
            of this, so she began looking at everything about her, to pass away the time.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice had never been in a court of justice before, but she had read about them
            in books, and she was quite pleased to find that she knew the name of nearly
            everything there. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s the judge,&rdquo; she said to herself,
            &ldquo;because of his great wig.&rdquo;
          </p>

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

          <p>
            &ldquo;And that&rsquo;s the jury-box,&rdquo; thought Alice, &ldquo;and those
            twelve creatures,&rdquo; (she was obliged to say &ldquo;creatures,&rdquo; you
            see, because some of them were animals, and some were birds,) &ldquo;I suppose
            they are the jurors.&rdquo; She said this last word two or three times over to
            herself, being rather proud of it: for she thought, and rightly too, that very
            few little girls of her age knew the meaning of it at all. However,
            &ldquo;jury-men&rdquo; would have done just as well.
          </p>

          <p>
            The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates. &ldquo;What are they
            doing?&rdquo; Alice whispered to the Gryphon. &ldquo;They can&rsquo;t have
            anything to put down yet, before the trial&rsquo;s begun.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;They&rsquo;re putting down their names,&rdquo; the Gryphon whispered in
            reply, &ldquo;for fear they should forget them before the end of the
            trial.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Stupid things!&rdquo; Alice began in a loud, indignant voice, but she
            stopped hastily, for the White Rabbit cried out, &ldquo;Silence in the
            court!&rdquo; and the King put on his spectacles and looked anxiously round, to
            make out who was talking.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice could see, as well as if she were looking over their shoulders, that all
            the jurors were writing down &ldquo;stupid things!&rdquo; on their slates, and
            she could even make out that one of them didn&rsquo;t know how to spell
            &ldquo;stupid,&rdquo; and that he had to ask his neighbour to tell him.
            &ldquo;A nice muddle their slates&rsquo;ll be in before the trial&rsquo;s
            over!&rdquo; thought Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked. This of course, Alice could
            <i>not</i> stand, and she went round the court and got behind him, and very
            soon found an opportunity of taking it away. She did it so quickly that the
            poor little juror (it was Bill, the Lizard) could not make out at all what had
            become of it; so, after hunting all about for it, he was obliged to write with
            one finger for the rest of the day; and this was of very little use, as it left
            no mark on the slate.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Herald, read the accusation!&rdquo; said the King.
          </p>

          <p>
            On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and then unrolled
            the parchment scroll, and read as follows:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,<br />
            All on a summer day:<br />
            The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,<br />
            And took them quite away!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Consider your verdict,&rdquo; the King said to the jury.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Not yet, not yet!&rdquo; the Rabbit hastily interrupted.
            &ldquo;There&rsquo;s a great deal to come before that!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Call the first witness,&rdquo; said the King; and the White Rabbit blew
            three blasts on the trumpet, and called out, &ldquo;First witness!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup in one hand and a
            piece of bread-and-butter in the other. &ldquo;I beg pardon, your
            Majesty,&rdquo; he began, &ldquo;for bringing these in: but I hadn&rsquo;t
            quite finished my tea when I was sent for.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You ought to have finished,&rdquo; said the King. &ldquo;When did you
            begin?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The Hatter looked at the March Hare, who had followed him into the court,
            arm-in-arm with the Dormouse. &ldquo;Fourteenth of March, I <i>think</i> it
            was,&rdquo; he said.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Fifteenth,&rdquo; said the March Hare.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Sixteenth,&rdquo; added the Dormouse.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Write that down,&rdquo; the King said to the jury, and the jury eagerly
            wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then added them up, and reduced
            the answer to shillings and pence.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Take off your hat,&rdquo; the King said to the Hatter.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It isn&rsquo;t mine,&rdquo; said the Hatter.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;<i>Stolen!</i>&rdquo; the King exclaimed, turning to the jury, who
            instantly made a memorandum of the fact.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I keep them to sell,&rdquo; the Hatter added as an explanation;
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve none of my own. I&rsquo;m a hatter.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Here the Queen put on her spectacles, and began staring at the Hatter, who
            turned pale and fidgeted.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Give your evidence,&rdquo; said the King; &ldquo;and don&rsquo;t be
            nervous, or I&rsquo;ll have you executed on the spot.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            This did not seem to encourage the witness at all: he kept shifting from one
            foot to the other, looking uneasily at the Queen, and in his confusion he bit a
            large piece out of his teacup instead of the bread-and-butter.
          </p>

          <p>
            Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation, which puzzled her a
            good deal until she made out what it was: she was beginning to grow larger
            again, and she thought at first she would get up and leave the court; but on
            second thoughts she decided to remain where she was as long as there was room
            for her.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I wish you wouldn&rsquo;t squeeze so.&rdquo; said the Dormouse, who was
            sitting next to her. &ldquo;I can hardly breathe.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t help it,&rdquo; said Alice very meekly: &ldquo;I&rsquo;m
            growing.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You&rsquo;ve no right to grow <i>here</i>,&rdquo; said the Dormouse.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Don&rsquo;t talk nonsense,&rdquo; said Alice more boldly: &ldquo;you
            know you&rsquo;re growing too.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Yes, but <i>I</i> grow at a reasonable pace,&rdquo; said the Dormouse:
            &ldquo;not in that ridiculous fashion.&rdquo; And he got up very sulkily and
            crossed over to the other side of the court.
          </p>

          <p>
            All this time the Queen had never left off staring at the Hatter, and, just as
            the Dormouse crossed the court, she said to one of the officers of the court,
            &ldquo;Bring me the list of the singers in the last concert!&rdquo; on which
            the wretched Hatter trembled so, that he shook both his shoes off.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Give your evidence,&rdquo; the King repeated angrily, &ldquo;or
            I&rsquo;ll have you executed, whether you&rsquo;re nervous or not.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m a poor man, your Majesty,&rdquo; the Hatter began, in a
            trembling voice, &ldquo;&mdash;and I hadn&rsquo;t begun my tea&mdash;not above
            a week or so&mdash;and what with the bread-and-butter getting so thin&mdash;and
            the twinkling of the tea&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;The twinkling of the <i>what?</i>&rdquo; said the King.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It <i>began</i> with the tea,&rdquo; the Hatter replied.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Of course twinkling begins with a T!&rdquo; said the King sharply.
            &ldquo;Do you take me for a dunce? Go on!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m a poor man,&rdquo; the Hatter went on, &ldquo;and most things
            twinkled after that&mdash;only the March Hare said&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t!&rdquo; the March Hare interrupted in a great hurry.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You did!&rdquo; said the Hatter.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I deny it!&rdquo; said the March Hare.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;He denies it,&rdquo; said the King: &ldquo;leave out that part.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, at any rate, the Dormouse said&mdash;&rdquo; the Hatter went on,
            looking anxiously round to see if he would deny it too: but the Dormouse denied
            nothing, being fast asleep.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;After that,&rdquo; continued the Hatter, &ldquo;I cut some more
            bread-and-butter&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;But what did the Dormouse say?&rdquo; one of the jury asked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That I can&rsquo;t remember,&rdquo; said the Hatter.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You <i>must</i> remember,&rdquo; remarked the King, &ldquo;or I&rsquo;ll
            have you executed.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The miserable Hatter dropped his teacup and bread-and-butter, and went down on
            one knee. &ldquo;I&rsquo;m a poor man, your Majesty,&rdquo; he began.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You&rsquo;re a <i>very</i> poor <i>speaker</i>,&rdquo; said the King.
          </p>

          <p>
            Here one of the guinea-pigs cheered, and was immediately suppressed by the
            officers of the court. (As that is rather a hard word, I will just explain to
            you how it was done. They had a large canvas bag, which tied up at the mouth
            with strings: into this they slipped the guinea-pig, head first, and then sat
            upon it.)
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;m glad I&rsquo;ve seen that done,&rdquo; thought Alice.
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve so often read in the newspapers, at the end of trials,
            &ldquo;There was some attempts at applause, which was immediately suppressed by
            the officers of the court,&rdquo; and I never understood what it meant till
            now.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;If that&rsquo;s all you know about it, you may stand down,&rdquo;
            continued the King.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I can&rsquo;t go no lower,&rdquo; said the Hatter: &ldquo;I&rsquo;m on
            the floor, as it is.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Then you may <i>sit</i> down,&rdquo; the King replied.
          </p>

          <p>
            Here the other guinea-pig cheered, and was suppressed.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Come, that finished the guinea-pigs!&rdquo; thought Alice. &ldquo;Now we
            shall get on better.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I&rsquo;d rather finish my tea,&rdquo; said the Hatter, with an anxious
            look at the Queen, who was reading the list of singers.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You may go,&rdquo; said the King, and the Hatter hurriedly left the
            court, without even waiting to put his shoes on.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;&mdash;and just take his head off outside,&rdquo; the Queen added to one
            of the officers: but the Hatter was out of sight before the officer could get
            to the door.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Call the next witness!&rdquo; said the King.
          </p>

          <p>
            The next witness was the Duchess&rsquo;s cook. She carried the pepper-box in
            her hand, and Alice guessed who it was, even before she got into the court, by
            the way the people near the door began sneezing all at once.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Give your evidence,&rdquo; said the King.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Shan&rsquo;t,&rdquo; said the cook.
          </p>

          <p>
            The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said in a low voice,
            &ldquo;Your Majesty must cross-examine <i>this</i> witness.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, if I must, I must,&rdquo; the King said, with a melancholy air,
            and, after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till his eyes were nearly
            out of sight, he said in a deep voice, &ldquo;What are tarts made of?&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Pepper, mostly,&rdquo; said the cook.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Treacle,&rdquo; said a sleepy voice behind her.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Collar that Dormouse,&rdquo; the Queen shrieked out. &ldquo;Behead that
            Dormouse! Turn that Dormouse out of court! Suppress him! Pinch him! Off with
            his whiskers!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            For some minutes the whole court was in confusion, getting the Dormouse turned
            out, and, by the time they had settled down again, the cook had disappeared.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Never mind!&rdquo; said the King, with an air of great relief.
            &ldquo;Call the next witness.&rdquo; And he added in an undertone to the Queen,
            &ldquo;Really, my dear, <i>you</i> must cross-examine the next witness. It
            quite makes my forehead ache!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list, feeling very
            curious to see what the next witness would be like, &ldquo;&mdash;for they
            haven&rsquo;t got much evidence <i>yet</i>,&rdquo; she said to herself. Imagine
            her surprise, when the White Rabbit read out, at the top of his shrill little
            voice, the name &ldquo;Alice!&rdquo;
          </p>
        </div>
      </div>
      <!-- Chapter XII-->
      <div class="chapter">
        <h1 id="chapter-12">CHAPTER XII</h1>
        <div class="top-border">
          <img src="img/top-border.png">
        </div>
        <h2>Alice’s Evidence</h2>
        <div class="bottom-border">
          <img src="img/bottom-border.png">
        </div>
        <div class="paragraphs">
          <p>
            &ldquo;Here!&rdquo; cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the moment
            how large she had grown in the last few minutes, and she jumped up in such a
            hurry that she tipped over the jury-box with the edge of her skirt, upsetting
            all the jurymen on to the heads of the crowd below, and there they lay
            sprawling about, reminding her very much of a globe of goldfish she had
            accidentally upset the week before.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, I <i>beg</i> your pardon!&rdquo; she exclaimed in a tone of great
            dismay, and began picking them up again as quickly as she could, for the
            accident of the goldfish kept running in her head, and she had a vague sort of
            idea that they must be collected at once and put back into the jury-box, or
            they would die.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;The trial cannot proceed,&rdquo; said the King in a very grave voice,
            &ldquo;until all the jurymen are back in their proper
            places&mdash;<i>all</i>,&rdquo; he repeated with great emphasis, looking hard
            at Alice as he said so.
          </p>

          <p>
            Alice looked at the jury-box, and saw that, in her haste, she had put the
            Lizard in head downwards, and the poor little thing was waving its tail about
            in a melancholy way, being quite unable to move. She soon got it out again, and
            put it right; &ldquo;not that it signifies much,&rdquo; she said to herself;
            &ldquo;I should think it would be <i>quite</i> as much use in the trial one way
            up as the other.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            As soon as the jury had a little recovered from the shock of being upset, and
            their slates and pencils had been found and handed back to them, they set to
            work very diligently to write out a history of the accident, all except the
            Lizard, who seemed too much overcome to do anything but sit with its mouth
            open, gazing up into the roof of the court.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What do you know about this business?&rdquo; the King said to Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Nothing,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Nothing <i>whatever?</i>&rdquo; persisted the King.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Nothing whatever,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That&rsquo;s very important,&rdquo; the King said, turning to the jury.
            They were just beginning to write this down on their slates, when the White
            Rabbit interrupted: &ldquo;<i>Un</i>important, your Majesty means, of
            course,&rdquo; he said in a very respectful tone, but frowning and making faces
            at him as he spoke.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;<i>Un</i>important, of course, I meant,&rdquo; the King hastily said,
            and went on to himself in an undertone,
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;important&mdash;unimportant&mdash;unimportant&mdash;important&mdash;&rdquo;
            as if he were trying which word sounded best.
          </p>

          <p>
            Some of the jury wrote it down &ldquo;important,&rdquo; and some
            &ldquo;unimportant.&rdquo; Alice could see this, as she was near enough to look
            over their slates; &ldquo;but it doesn&rsquo;t matter a bit,&rdquo; she thought
            to herself.
          </p>

          <p>
            At this moment the King, who had been for some time busily writing in his
            note-book, cackled out &ldquo;Silence!&rdquo; and read out from his book,
            &ldquo;Rule Forty-two. <i>All persons more than a mile high to leave the
              court</i>.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            Everybody looked at Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;<i>I&rsquo;m</i> not a mile high,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;You are,&rdquo; said the King.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Nearly two miles high,&rdquo; added the Queen.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Well, I shan&rsquo;t go, at any rate,&rdquo; said Alice: &ldquo;besides,
            that&rsquo;s not a regular rule: you invented it just now.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It&rsquo;s the oldest rule in the book,&rdquo; said the King.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Then it ought to be Number One,&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily. &ldquo;Consider your
            verdict,&rdquo; he said to the jury, in a low, trembling voice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;There&rsquo;s more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty,&rdquo;
            said the White Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry; &ldquo;this paper has just
            been picked up.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;What&rsquo;s in it?&rdquo; said the Queen.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I haven&rsquo;t opened it yet,&rdquo; said the White Rabbit, &ldquo;but
            it seems to be a letter, written by the prisoner to&mdash;to somebody.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It must have been that,&rdquo; said the King, &ldquo;unless it was
            written to nobody, which isn&rsquo;t usual, you know.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Who is it directed to?&rdquo; said one of the jurymen.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It isn&rsquo;t directed at all,&rdquo; said the White Rabbit; &ldquo;in
            fact, there&rsquo;s nothing written on the <i>outside</i>.&rdquo; He unfolded
            the paper as he spoke, and added &ldquo;It isn&rsquo;t a letter, after all:
            it&rsquo;s a set of verses.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Are they in the prisoner&rsquo;s handwriting?&rdquo; asked another of
            the jurymen.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;No, they&rsquo;re not,&rdquo; said the White Rabbit, &ldquo;and
            that&rsquo;s the queerest thing about it.&rdquo; (The jury all looked puzzled.)
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;He must have imitated somebody else&rsquo;s hand,&rdquo; said the King.
            (The jury all brightened up again.)
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Please your Majesty,&rdquo; said the Knave, &ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t write
            it, and they can&rsquo;t prove I did: there&rsquo;s no name signed at the
            end.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;If you didn&rsquo;t sign it,&rdquo; said the King, &ldquo;that only
            makes the matter worse. You <i>must</i> have meant some mischief, or else
            you&rsquo;d have signed your name like an honest man.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            There was a general clapping of hands at this: it was the first really clever
            thing the King had said that day.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That <i>proves</i> his guilt,&rdquo; said the Queen.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It proves nothing of the sort!&rdquo; said Alice. &ldquo;Why, you
            don&rsquo;t even know what they&rsquo;re about!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Read them,&rdquo; said the King.
          </p>

          <p>
            The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. &ldquo;Where shall I begin, please your
            Majesty?&rdquo; he asked.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Begin at the beginning,&rdquo; the King said gravely, &ldquo;and go on
            till you come to the end: then stop.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            These were the verses the White Rabbit read:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;They told me you had been to her,<br />
            And mentioned me to him:<br />
            She gave me a good character,<br />
            But said I could not swim.<br />
            <br />
            He sent them word I had not gone<br />
            (We know it to be true):<br />
            If she should push the matter on,<br />
            What would become of you?<br />
            <br />
            I gave her one, they gave him two,<br />
            You gave us three or more;<br />
            They all returned from him to you,<br />
            Though they were mine before.<br />
            <br />
            If I or she should chance to be<br />
            Involved in this affair,<br />
            He trusts to you to set them free,<br />
            Exactly as we were.<br />
            <br />
            My notion was that you had been<br />
            (Before she had this fit)<br />
            An obstacle that came between<br />
            Him, and ourselves, and it.<br />
            <br />
            Don&rsquo;t let him know she liked them best,<br />
            For this must ever be<br />
            A secret, kept from all the rest,<br />
            Between yourself and me.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;That&rsquo;s the most important piece of evidence we&rsquo;ve heard
            yet,&rdquo; said the King, rubbing his hands; &ldquo;so now let the
            jury&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;If any one of them can explain it,&rdquo; said Alice, (she had grown so
            large in the last few minutes that she wasn&rsquo;t a bit afraid of
            interrupting him,) &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll give him sixpence. <i>I</i> don&rsquo;t
            believe there&rsquo;s an atom of meaning in it.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            The jury all wrote down on their slates, &ldquo;<i>She</i> doesn&rsquo;t
            believe there&rsquo;s an atom of meaning in it,&rdquo; but none of them
            attempted to explain the paper.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;If there&rsquo;s no meaning in it,&rdquo; said the King, &ldquo;that
            saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn&rsquo;t try to find any. And
            yet I don&rsquo;t know,&rdquo; he went on, spreading out the verses on his
            knee, and looking at them with one eye; &ldquo;I seem to see some meaning in
            them, after all. &ldquo;&mdash;<i>said I could not swim</i>&mdash;&rdquo; you
            can&rsquo;t swim, can you?&rdquo; he added, turning to the Knave.
          </p>

          <p>
            The Knave shook his head sadly. &ldquo;Do I look like it?&rdquo; he said.
            (Which he certainly did <i>not</i>, being made entirely of cardboard.)
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;All right, so far,&rdquo; said the King, and he went on muttering over
            the verses to himself: &ldquo;&lsquo;<i>We know it to be true</i>&mdash;&rsquo;
            that&rsquo;s the jury, of course&mdash;&lsquo;<i>I gave her one, they gave him
              two</i>&mdash;&rsquo; why, that must be what he did with the tarts, you
            know&mdash;&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;But, it goes on &lsquo;<i>they all returned from him to
              you</i>,&rsquo;&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Why, there they are!&rdquo; said the King triumphantly, pointing to the
            tarts on the table. &ldquo;Nothing can be clearer than <i>that</i>. Then
            again&mdash;&lsquo;<i>before she had this fit</i>&mdash;&rsquo; you never had
            fits, my dear, I think?&rdquo; he said to the Queen.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Never!&rdquo; said the Queen furiously, throwing an inkstand at the
            Lizard as she spoke. (The unfortunate little Bill had left off writing on his
            slate with one finger, as he found it made no mark; but he now hastily began
            again, using the ink, that was trickling down his face, as long as it lasted.)
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Then the words don&rsquo;t <i>fit</i> you,&rdquo; said the King, looking
            round the court with a smile. There was a dead silence.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;It&rsquo;s a pun!&rdquo; the King added in an offended tone, and
            everybody laughed, &ldquo;Let the jury consider their verdict,&rdquo; the King
            said, for about the twentieth time that day.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;No, no!&rdquo; said the Queen. &ldquo;Sentence first&mdash;verdict
            afterwards.&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Stuff and nonsense!&rdquo; said Alice loudly. &ldquo;The idea of having
            the sentence first!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Hold your tongue!&rdquo; said the Queen, turning purple.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;I won&rsquo;t!&rdquo; said Alice.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Off with her head!&rdquo; the Queen shouted at the top of her voice.
            Nobody moved.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Who cares for you?&rdquo; said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by
            this time.) &ldquo;You&rsquo;re nothing but a pack of cards!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down upon her: she
            gave a little scream, half of fright and half of anger, and tried to beat them
            off, and found herself lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of her
            sister, who was gently brushing away some dead leaves that had fluttered down
            from the trees upon her face.
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Wake up, Alice dear!&rdquo; said her sister; &ldquo;Why, what a long
            sleep you&rsquo;ve had!&rdquo;
          </p>

          <p>
            &ldquo;Oh, I&rsquo;ve had such a curious dream!&rdquo; said Alice, and she told
            her sister, as well as she could remember them, all these strange Adventures of
            hers that you have just been reading about; and when she had finished, her
            sister kissed her, and said, &ldquo;It <i>was</i> a curious dream, dear,
            certainly: but now run in to your tea; it&rsquo;s getting late.&rdquo; So Alice
            got up and ran off, thinking while she ran, as well she might, what a wonderful
            dream it had been.
          </p>

          <p>
            But her sister sat still just as she left her, leaning her head on her hand,
            watching the setting sun, and thinking of little Alice and all her wonderful
            Adventures, till she too began dreaming after a fashion, and this was her
            dream:&mdash;
          </p>

          <p>
            First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the tiny hands were
            clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were looking up into
            hers&mdash;she could hear the very tones of her voice, and see that queer
            little toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that <i>would</i>
            always get into her eyes&mdash;and still as she listened, or seemed to listen,
            the whole place around her became alive with the strange creatures of her
            little sister&rsquo;s dream.
          </p>

          <p>
            The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried by&mdash;the
            frightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool&mdash;she could
            hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare and his friends shared their
            never-ending meal, and the shrill voice of the Queen ordering off her
            unfortunate guests to execution&mdash;once more the pig-baby was sneezing on
            the Duchess&rsquo;s knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it&mdash;once
            more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard&rsquo;s
            slate-pencil, and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs, filled the air,
            mixed up with the distant sobs of the miserable Mock Turtle.
          </p>

          <p>
            So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland,
            though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull
            reality&mdash;the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool
            rippling to the waving of the reeds&mdash;the rattling teacups would change to
            tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen&rsquo;s shrill cries to the voice of the
            shepherd boy&mdash;and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and
            all the other queer noises, would change (she knew) to the confused clamour of
            the busy farm-yard&mdash;while the lowing of the cattle in the distance would
            take the place of the Mock Turtle&rsquo;s heavy sobs.
          </p>

          <p>
            Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would, in
            the after-time, be herself a grown woman; and how she would keep, through all
            her riper years, the simple and loving heart of her childhood: and how she
            would gather about her other little children, and make <i>their</i> eyes bright
            and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland
            of long ago: and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows, and find a
            pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child-life, and the
            happy summer days.
          </p>
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        <h1>THE END</h1>
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