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-<flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; 
textAlign="start" fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="16">I. Down the 
Rabbit-Hole<flow:p textAlign="center" fontSize="24">Chapter I</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p textAlign="center" fontSize="24">Down the Rabbit-Hole</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> was beginning to get very tired of 
sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice 
she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or 
conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice 
“without pictures or conversation?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="So">So</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="There">There</flow:a> was nothing so <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">very</flow:span> remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it 
so <flow:span fontStyle="italic">very</flow:span> much out of the way to hear 
the Rabbit say to itself, “Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!” (when she 
thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered 
at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit 
actually <flow:span fontStyle="italic">took a watch out of its 
waistcoat-pocket</flow:span> , 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="In">In</flow:a> another moment down went Alice after it, 
never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Either">Either</flow:a> 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 bookshelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon 
pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was 
labelled “Orange Marmalade”, but to her great disappointment it was empty: 
she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so managed to 
put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Well!">“Well!”</flow:a> thought Alice to herself, 
“after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! 
How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, 
even if I fell off the top of the house!” (Which was very likely 
true.)</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Down,">Down,</flow:a> down, down. Would the fall 
<flow:span fontStyle="italic">never</flow:span> come to an end! “I wonder how 
many miles I've fallen by this time?” she said aloud. “I must be getting 
somewhere near the centre of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand 
miles down, I think—” (for, you see, Alice had learnt several things of 
this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a 
<flow:span fontStyle="italic">very</flow:span> good opportunity for showing off 
her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice 
to say it over) “—yes, that's about the right distance—but then I wonder 
what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?” (Alice had no idea what Latitude 
was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to 
say.)</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Presently">Presently</flow:a> she began again. “I 
wonder if I shall fall right <flow:span fontStyle="italic">through</flow:span> 
the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with 
their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think—” (she was rather glad there 
Was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) 
“—but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. 
Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?” (and she tried to curtsey 
as she spoke—fancy <flow:span fontStyle="italic">curtseying</flow:span> as 
you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) “And what 
an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: 
perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Down,">Down,</flow:a> down, down. There was nothing else 
to do, so Alice soon began talking again. “Dinah'll miss me very much 
to-night, I should think!” (Dinah was the cat.) “I hope they'll remember 
her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with 
me! There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and 
that's very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?” And here 
Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy 
sort of way, “Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?” and sometimes, “Do 
bats eat cats?” for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question, it 
didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and 
had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and 
saying to her very earnestly, “Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever 
eat a bat?” when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of stic
 ks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> was not a bit hurt, and she jumped 
up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; 
before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, 
hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went Alice like the 
wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, “Oh my ears 
and whiskers, how late it's getting!” She was close behind it when she turned 
the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a 
long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the 
roof.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="There">There</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Suddenly">Suddenly</flow:a> she came upon a little 
three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a 
tiny golden key, and Alice's first thought was that it might belong to one of 
the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key 
was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the 
second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and 
behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little 
golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> opened the door and found that it 
led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and 
looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed 
to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright 
flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head though 
the doorway; “and even if my head <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">would</flow:span> go through,” thought poor Alice, “it 
would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut 
up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only know how to begin.” For, you 
see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that Alice had begun to 
think that very few things indeed were really impossible.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="There">There</flow:a> seemed to be no use in waiting by 
the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find 
another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like 
telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, (“which certainly was 
not here before,” said Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper 
label, with the words “DRINK ME” beautifully printed on it in large 
letters.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">It</flow:a> was all very well to say “Drink me,” 
but the wise little Alice was not going to do <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">that</flow:span> in a hurry. “No, I'll look first,” she 
said, “and see whether it's marked <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">‘poison’</flow:span> or not”; for she had read several 
nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild 
beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">would</flow:span> 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 <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">very</flow:span> deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and 
she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked 
“poison,” it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or 
later.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="However,">However,</flow:a> this bottle was <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">not</flow:span> marked “poison”, so Alice ventured to 
taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour 
of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered 
toast,) she very soon finished it off.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="What">“What</flow:a> a curious feeling!” said Alice; 
“I must be shutting up like a telescope.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="And">And</flow:a> so it was indeed: she was now only ten 
inches high, and her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the 
right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First, 
however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any 
further: she felt a little nervous about this; “for it might end, you 
know,” said Alice to herself, “in my going out altogether, like a candle. I 
wonder what I should be like then?” And she tried to fancy what the flame of 
a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever 
having seen such a thing.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="After">After</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Come,">“Come,</flow:a> there's no use in crying like 
that!” said Alice to herself, rather sharply; “I advise you to leave off 
this minute!” She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very 
seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring 
tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for 
having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself, 
for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people. “But 
it's no use now,” thought poor Alice, “to pretend to be two people! Why, 
there's hardly enough of me left to make <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">one</flow:span> respectable person!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Soon">Soon</flow:a> her eye fell on a little glass box 
that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small 
cake, on which the words “EAT ME” were beautifully marked in currants. 
“Well, I'll eat it,” said Alice, “and if it makes me grow larger, I can 
reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so 
either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care which happens!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="She">She</flow:a> ate a little bit, and said anxiously 
to herself, “Which way? Which way?”, holding her hand on the top of her 
head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that 
she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats 
cake, but Alice had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but 
out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life 
to go on in the common way.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="So">So</flow:a> she set to work, and very soon finished 
off the cake.</flow:p>II. The Pool of Tears<flow:p textAlign="center" 
fontSize="24">Chapter II</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p textAlign="center" fontSize="24">The Pool of Tears</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Curiouser">“Curiouser</flow:a> and curiouser!” cried 
Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to 
speak good English); “now I'm opening out like the largest telescope that 
ever was! Good-bye, feet!” (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed 
to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). “Oh, my poor little 
feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears? I'm 
sure <flow:span fontStyle="italic">I</flow:span> shan't be able! I shall be a 
great deal too far off to trouble myself about you: you must manage the best 
way you can; —but I must be kind to them,” thought Alice, “or perhaps 
they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me see: I'll give them a new pair of 
boots every Christmas.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="And">And</flow:a> she went on planning to herself how 
she would manage it. “They must go by the carrier,” she thought; “and how 
funny it'll seem, sending presents to one's own feet! And how odd the 
directions will look!</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Oh">Oh</flow:a> dear, what nonsense I'm 
talking!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Just">Just</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Poor">Poor</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="You">“You</flow:a> ought to be ashamed of yourself,” 
said Alice, “a great girl like you,” (she might well say this), “to go on 
crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell you!” But she went on all the 
same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, 
about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="After">After</flow:a> a time she heard a little 
pattering of feet in the distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what 
was coming. It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair 
of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting 
along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came, “Oh! the Duchess, 
the Duchess! Oh! won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!” Alice felt so 
desperate that she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the Rabbit came 
near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, “If you please, sir—” The 
Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid gloves and the fan, and 
skurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> took up the fan and gloves, and, 
as the hall was very hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on 
talking: “Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday things 
went on just as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me 
think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember 
feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who 
in the world am I? Ah, That's the great puzzle!” And she began thinking over 
all the children she knew that were of the same age as herself, to see if she 
could have been changed for any of them.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I'm">“I'm</flow:a> sure I'm not Ada,” she said, 
“for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at 
all; and I'm sure I can't be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, 
oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, SHE'S she, and I'm I, and—oh dear, 
how puzzling it all is! I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let 
me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four 
times seven is—oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate! However, 
the Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's try Geography. London is the 
capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome—no, That's all 
wrong, I'm certain! I must have been changed for Mabel! I'll try and say ‘How 
doth the little—’” 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:—</fl
 ow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I'm">“I'm</flow:a> sure those are not the right 
words,” said poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, 
“I must be Mabel after all, and I shall have to go and live in that poky 
little house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many 
lessons to learn! No, I've made up my mind about it; if I'm Mabel, I'll stay 
down here! It'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying ‘Come up 
again, dear!’ I shall only look up and say ‘Who am I then? Tell me that 
first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay 
down here till I'm somebody else’—but, oh dear!” cried Alice, with a 
sudden burst of tears, “I do wish they <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">would</flow:span> put their heads down! I am so Very tired 
of being all alone here!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="As">As</flow:a> she said this she looked down at her 
hands, and was surprised to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little 
white kid gloves while she was talking. “How Can I have done that?” she 
thought. “I must be growing small again.” She got up and went to the table 
to measure herself by it, and found that, as nearly as she could guess, she was 
now about two feet high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: she soon found out 
that the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, 
just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="That">“That</flow:a> Was a narrow escape!” said 
Alice, a good deal frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to find 
herself still in existence; “and now for the garden!” and she ran with all 
speed back to the little door: but, alas! the little door was shut again, and 
the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before, “and things are 
worse than ever,” thought the poor child, “for I never was so small as this 
before, never! And I declare it's too bad, that it is!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="As">As</flow:a> she said these words her foot slipped, 
and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water. Her first 
idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, “and in that case I can go 
back by railway,” she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in 
her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on 
the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some 
children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, 
and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in 
the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> wish I hadn't cried so much!” said 
Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. “I shall be punished 
for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That Will be a queer 
thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Just">Just</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Would">“Would</flow:a> it be of any use, now,” 
thought Alice, “to speak to this mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down 
here, that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm 
in trying.” So she began: “O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I 
am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!” (Alice thought this must be 
the right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing before, 
but she remembered having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, “A mouse—of 
a mouse—to a mouse—a mouse—O mouse!” The Mouse looked at her rather 
inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it 
said nothing.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Perhaps">“Perhaps</flow:a> it doesn't understand 
English,” thought Alice; “I daresay it's a French mouse, come over with 
William the Conqueror.” (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no 
very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: 
“Où est ma chatte?” which was the first sentence in her French 
lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to 
quiver all over with fright. “Oh, I beg your pardon!” cried Alice hastily, 
afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings. “I quite forgot you 
didn't like cats.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Not">“Not</flow:a> like cats!” cried the Mouse, in a 
shrill, passionate voice. “Would You like cats if you were me?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Well,">“Well,</flow:a> perhaps not,” said Alice in a 
soothing tone: “don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our 
cat Dinah: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is 
such a dear quiet thing,” Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily 
about in the pool, “and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her 
paws and washing her face—and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse—and 
she's such a capital one for catching mice—oh, I beg your pardon!” cried 
Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt 
certain it must be really offended. “We won't talk about her any more if 
you'd rather not.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="We">“We</flow:a> indeed!” cried the Mouse, who was 
trembling down to the end of his tail. “As if I would talk on such a subject! 
Our family always Hated cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the 
name again!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> won't indeed!” said Alice, in a great 
hurry to change the subject of conversation. “Are you—are you 
fond—of—of dogs?” The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: 
“There is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A 
little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And 
it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its 
dinner, and all sorts of things—I can't remember half of them—and it 
belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred 
pounds! He says it kills all the rats and—oh dear!” cried Alice in a 
sorrowful tone, “I'm afraid I've offended it again!” For the Mouse was 
swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in 
the pool as it went.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="So">So</flow:a> she called softly after it, “Mouse 
dear! Do come back again, and we won't talk about cats or dogs either, if you 
don't like them!” When the Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam slowly 
back to her: its face was quite pale (with passion, Alice thought), and it said 
in a low trembling voice, “Let us get to the shore, and then I'll tell you my 
history, and you'll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">It</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>III. A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale<flow:p textAlign="center" 
fontSize="24">Chapter III</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p textAlign="center" fontSize="24">A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="They">They</flow:a> were indeed a queer-looking party 
that assembled on the bank—the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with 
their fur clinging close to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and 
uncomfortable.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> first question of course was, how to 
get dry again: they had a consultation about this, and after a few minutes it 
seemed quite natural to Alice to find herself talking familiarly with them, as 
if she had known them all her life. Indeed, she had quite a long argument with 
the Lory, who at last turned sulky, and would only say, “I am older than you, 
and must know better”; and this Alice would not allow without knowing how old 
it was, and, as the Lory positively refused to tell its age, there was no more 
to be said.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="At">At</flow:a> last the Mouse, who seemed to be a 
person of authority among them, called out, “Sit down, all of you, and listen 
to me! I' <flow:span fontStyle="italic">ll</flow:span> soon make you dry 
enough!” They all sat down at once, in a large ring, with the Mouse in the 
middle. Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt sure she would 
catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Ahem!">“Ahem!”</flow:a> said the Mouse with an 
important air, “are you all ready? This is the driest thing I know. Silence 
all round, if you please! ‘William the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by 
the pope, was soon submitted to by the English, who wanted leaders, and had 
been of late much accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar, the 
earls of Mercia and Northumbria—’”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Ugh!">“Ugh!”</flow:a> said the Lory, with a 
shiver.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> beg your pardon!” said the Mouse, 
frowning, but very politely: “Did you speak?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Not">“Not</flow:a> I!” said the Lory 
hastily.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> thought you did,” said the Mouse. 
“—I proceed. ‘Edwin and Morcar, the earls of Mercia and Northumbria, 
declared for him: and even Stigand, the patriotic archbishop of Canterbury, 
found it advisable—’”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Found">“Found</flow:a> <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">what</flow:span> ?” said the Duck.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Found">“Found</flow:a> It,” the Mouse replied rather 
crossly: “of course you know what ‘it’ means.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> know what ‘it’ means well enough, 
when <flow:span fontStyle="italic">I</flow:span> find a thing,” said the 
Duck: “it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did the 
archbishop find?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> Mouse did not notice this question, 
but hurriedly went on, “‘—found it advisable to go with Edgar Atheling to 
meet William and offer him the crown. William's conduct at first was moderate. 
But the insolence of his Normans—’ How are you getting on now, my dear?” 
it continued, turning to Alice as it spoke.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="As">“As</flow:a> wet as ever,” said Alice in a 
melancholy tone: “it doesn't seem to dry me at all.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="In">“In</flow:a> that case,” said the Dodo solemnly, 
rising to its feet, “I move that the meeting adjourn, for the immediate 
adoption of more energetic remedies—”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Speak">“Speak</flow:a> English!” said the Eaglet. 
“I don't know the meaning of half those long words, and, what's more, I don't 
believe you do either!” And the Eaglet bent down its head to hide a smile: 
some of the other birds tittered audibly.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="What">“What</flow:a> I was going to say,” said the 
Dodo in an offended tone, “was, that the best thing to get us dry would be a 
Caucus-race.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="What">“What</flow:a> Is a Caucus-race?” said Alice; 
not that she wanted much to know, but the Dodo had paused as if it thought that 
<flow:span fontStyle="italic">somebody</flow:span> ought to speak, and no one 
else seemed inclined to say anything.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Why,">“Why,”</flow:a> said the Dodo, “the best way 
to explain it is to do it.” (And, as you might like to try the thing 
yourself, some winter day, I will tell you how the Dodo managed it.)</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="First">First</flow:a> it marked out a race-course, in a 
sort of circle, (“the exact shape doesn't matter,” it said,) and then all 
the party were placed along the course, here and there. There was no “One, 
two, three, and away,” but they began running when they liked, and left off 
when they liked, so that it was not easy to know when the race was over. 
However, when they had been running half an hour or so, and were quite dry 
again, the Dodo suddenly called out “The race is over!” and they all 
crowded round it, panting, and asking, “But who has won?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="This">This</flow:a> 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, “ <flow:span fontStyle="italic">everybody</flow:span> has won, and 
<flow:span fontStyle="italic">all</flow:span> must have prizes.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="But">“But</flow:a> who is to give the prizes?” quite 
a chorus of voices asked.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Why,">“Why,</flow:a> <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">she</flow:span> , of course,” said the Dodo, pointing to 
Alice with one finger; and the whole party at once crowded round her, calling 
out in a confused way, “Prizes! Prizes!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="But">“But</flow:a> she must have a prize herself, you 
know,” said the Mouse.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Of">“Of</flow:a> course,” the Dodo replied very 
gravely. “What else have you got in your pocket?” he went on, turning to 
Alice.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Only">“Only</flow:a> a thimble,” said Alice 
sadly.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Hand">“Hand</flow:a> it over here,” said the 
Dodo.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Then">Then</flow:a> they all crowded round her once 
more, while the Dodo solemnly presented the thimble, saying “We beg your 
acceptance of this elegant thimble”; and, when it had finished this short 
speech, they all cheered.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="You">“You</flow:a> promised to tell me your history, 
you know,” said Alice, “and why it is you hate—C and D,” she added in a 
whisper, half afraid that it would be offended again.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Mine">“Mine</flow:a> is a long and a sad tale!” said 
the Mouse, turning to Alice, and sighing.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">“It</flow:a> <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">is</flow:span> a long tail, certainly,” said Alice, 
looking down with wonder at the Mouse's tail; “but why do you call it sad?” 
And she kept on puzzling about it while the Mouse was speaking, so that her 
idea of the tale was something like this:—</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Fury">“Fury</flow:a> said toa mouse, Thathe met in 
thehouse, ‘Letus both goto law: <flow:span fontStyle="italic">I</flow:span> 
will prose-cute <flow:span fontStyle="italic">you</flow:span> .—Come, 
I'lltake no de-nial; Wemust havethe trial;For reallythis morn-ing I'venothingto 
do.’Said themouse tothe cur,‘Such atrial, dearsir, Withno juryor 
judge,wouldbe wast-ing ourbreath.’‘I'll bejudge,I'll 
bejury,’saidcun-ningoldFury:‘I'lltrythewholecause,andcon-demnyou 
todeath.’”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="You">“You</flow:a> are not attending!” said the 
Mouse to Alice severely. “What are you thinking of?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> beg your pardon,” said Alice very 
humbly: “you had got to the fifth bend, I think?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> had <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">not!”</flow:span> cried the Mouse, sharply and very 
angrily.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="A">“A</flow:a> knot!” said Alice, always ready to 
make herself useful, and looking anxiously about her. “Oh, do let me help to 
undo it!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> shall do nothing of the sort,” said 
the Mouse, getting up and walking away. “You insult me by talking such 
nonsense!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> didn't mean it!” pleaded poor Alice. 
“But you're so easily offended, you know!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> Mouse only growled in reply.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Please">“Please</flow:a> come back and finish your 
story!” Alice called after it; and the others all joined in chorus, “Yes, 
please do!” but the Mouse only shook its head impatiently, and walked a 
little quicker.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="What">“What</flow:a> a pity it wouldn't stay!” 
sighed the Lory, as soon as it was quite out of sight; and an old Crab took the 
opportunity of saying to her daughter “Ah, my dear! Let this be a lesson to 
you never to lose <flow:span fontStyle="italic">your</flow:span> temper!” 
“Hold your tongue, Ma!” said the young Crab, a little snappishly. “You're 
enough to try the patience of an oyster!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> wish I had our Dinah here, I know I 
do!” said Alice aloud, addressing nobody in particular. “ <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">She'd</flow:span> soon fetch it back!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="And">“And</flow:a> who is Dinah, if I might venture to 
ask the question?” said the Lory.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> replied eagerly, for she was 
always ready to talk about her pet: “Dinah's our cat. And she's such a 
capital one for catching mice you can't think! And oh, I wish you could see her 
after the birds! Why, she'll eat a little bird as soon as look at 
it!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="This">This</flow:a> speech caused a remarkable sensation 
among the party. Some of the birds hurried off at once: one old Magpie began 
wrapping itself up very carefully, remarking, “I really must be getting home; 
the night-air doesn't suit my throat!” and a Canary called out in a trembling 
voice to its children, “Come away, my dears! It's high time you were all in 
bed!” On various pretexts they all moved off, and Alice was soon left 
alone.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> wish I hadn't mentioned Dinah!” she 
said to herself in a melancholy tone. “Nobody seems to like her, down here, 
and I'm sure she's the best cat in the world! Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if I 
shall ever see you any more!” And here poor Alice began to cry again, for she 
felt very lonely and low-spirited. In a little while, however, she again heard 
a little pattering of footsteps in the distance, and she looked up eagerly, 
half hoping that the Mouse had changed his mind, and was coming back to finish 
his story.</flow:p>IV. The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill<flow:p 
textAlign="center" fontSize="24">Chapter IV</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p textAlign="center" fontSize="24">The Rabbit Sends in a Little 
Bill</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">It</flow:a> was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly 
back again, and looking anxiously about as it went, as if it had lost 
something; and she heard it muttering to itself “The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh 
my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She'll get me executed, as sure as 
ferrets are ferrets! Where <flow:span fontStyle="italic">can</flow:span> I have 
dropped them, I wonder?” Alice guessed in a moment that it was looking for 
the fan and the pair of white kid gloves, and she very good-naturedly began 
hunting about for them, but they were nowhere to be seen—everything seemed to 
have changed since her swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass 
table and the little door, had vanished completely.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Very">Very</flow:a> soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as 
she went hunting about, and called out to her in an angry tone, “Why, Mary 
Ann, what <flow:span fontStyle="italic">are</flow:span> you doing out here? Run 
home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan! Quick, now!” And 
Alice was so much frightened that she ran off at once in the direction it 
pointed to, without trying to explain the mistake it had made.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="He">“He</flow:a> took me for his housemaid,” she 
said to herself as she ran. “How surprised he'll be when he finds out who I 
am! But I'd better take him his fan and gloves—that is, if I can find 
them.” As she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door of 
which was a bright brass plate with the name “W. RABBIT” engraved upon it. 
She went in without knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest she 
should meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the house before she had 
found the fan and gloves.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="How">“How</flow:a> queer it seems,” Alice said to 
herself, “to be going messages for a rabbit! I suppose Dinah'll be sending me 
on messages next!” And she began fancying the sort of thing that would 
happen: “‘Miss Alice! Come here directly, and get ready for your walk!’ 
‘Coming in a minute, nurse! But I've got to see that the mouse doesn't get 
out.’ Only I don't think,” Alice went on, “that they'd let Dinah stop in 
the house if it began ordering people about like that!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="By">By</flow:a> this time she had found her way into a 
tidy little room with a table in the window, and on it (as she had hoped) a fan 
and two or three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: she took up the fan and a pair 
of the gloves, and was just going to leave the room, when her eye fell upon a 
little bottle that stood near the looking- glass. There was no label this time 
with the words “DRINK ME,” but nevertheless she uncorked it and put it to 
her lips. “I know <flow:span fontStyle="italic">something</flow:span> 
interesting is sure to happen,” she said to herself, “whenever I eat or 
drink anything; so I'll just see what this bottle does. I do hope it'll make me 
grow large again, for really I'm quite tired of being such a tiny little 
thing!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">It</flow:a> did so indeed, and much sooner than she 
had expected: before she had drunk half the bottle, she found her head pressing 
against the ceiling, and had to stoop to save her neck from being broken. She 
hastily put down the bottle, saying to herself “That's quite enough—I hope 
I shan't grow any more—As it is, I can't get out at the door—I do wish I 
hadn't drunk quite so much!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alas!">Alas!</flow:a> it was too late to wish that! She 
went on growing, and growing, and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: in 
another minute there was not even room for this, and she tried the effect of 
lying down with one elbow against the door, and the other arm curled round her 
head. Still she went on growing, and, as a last resource, she put one arm out 
of the window, and one foot up the chimney, and said to herself “Now I can do 
no more, whatever happens. What <flow:span fontStyle="italic">will</flow:span> 
become of me?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Luckily">Luckily</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">“It</flow:a> was much pleasanter at home,” 
thought poor Alice, “when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller, and 
being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that 
rabbit-hole—and yet—and yet—it's rather curious, you know, this sort of 
life! I do wonder what Can have happened to me! When I used to read 
fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in 
the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! 
And when I grow up, I'll write one—but I'm grown up now,” she added in a 
sorrowful tone; “at least there's no room to grow up any more <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">here</flow:span> .”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="But">“But</flow:a> then,” thought Alice, “shall I 
<flow:span fontStyle="italic">never</flow:span> get any older than I am now? 
That'll be a comfort, one way—never to be an old woman— but then—always 
to have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldn't like <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">that</flow:span> !”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Oh,">“Oh,</flow:a> you foolish Alice!” she answered 
herself. “How can you learn lessons in here? Why, there's hardly room for 
<flow:span fontStyle="italic">you</flow:span> , and no room at all for any 
lesson-books!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="And">And</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Mary">“Mary</flow:a> Ann! Mary Ann!” said the voice. 
“Fetch me my gloves this moment!” Then came a little pattering of feet on 
the stairs. Alice knew it was the Rabbit coming to look for her, and she 
trembled till she shook the house, quite forgetting that she was now about a 
thousand times as large as the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of 
it.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Presently">Presently</flow:a> the Rabbit came up to the 
door, and tried to open it; but, as the door opened inwards, and Alice's elbow 
was pressed hard against it, that attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it say 
to itself “Then I'll go round and get in at the window.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="That"><flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">That</flow:span></flow:a> you won't” thought Alice, and, 
after waiting till she fancied she heard the Rabbit just under the window, she 
suddenly spread out her hand, and made a snatch in the air. She did not get 
hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of 
broken glass, from which she concluded that it was just possible it had fallen 
into a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Next">Next</flow:a> came an angry voice—the 
Rabbit's—“Pat! Pat! Where are you?” And then a voice she had never heard 
before, “Sure then I'm here! Digging for apples, yer honour!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Digging">“Digging</flow:a> for apples, indeed!” said 
the Rabbit angrily. “Here! Come and help me out of <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">this</flow:span> !” (Sounds of more broken glass.)</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Now">“Now</flow:a> tell me, Pat, what's that in the 
window?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Sure,">“Sure,</flow:a> it's an arm, yer honour!” (He 
pronounced it “arrum.”)</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="An">“An</flow:a> arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that 
size? Why, it fills the whole window!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Sure,">“Sure,</flow:a> it does, yer honour: but it's 
an arm for all that.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Well,">“Well,</flow:a> it's got no business there, at 
any rate: go and take it away!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="There">There</flow:a> was a long silence after this, and 
Alice could only hear whispers now and then; such as, “Sure, I don't like it, 
yer honour, at all, at all!” “Do as I tell you, you coward!” and at last 
she spread out her hand again, and made another snatch in the air. This time 
there were <flow:span fontStyle="italic">two</flow:span> little shrieks, and 
more sounds of broken glass. “What a number of cucumber-frames there must 
be!” thought Alice. “I wonder what they'll do next! As for pulling me out 
of the window, I only wish they <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">could!</flow:span> I'm sure I don't want to stay in here any 
longer!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="She">She</flow:a> waited for some time without hearing 
anything more: at last came a rumbling of little cartwheels, and the sound of a 
good many voices all talking together: she made out the words: “Where's the 
other ladder?—Why, I hadn't to bring but one; Bill's got the other—Bill! 
fetch it here, lad!—Here, put 'em up at this corner—No, tie 'em together 
first—they don't reach half high enough yet—Oh! they'll do well enough; 
don't be particular— Here, Bill! catch hold of this rope—Will the roof 
bear?—Mind that loose slate—Oh, it's coming down! Heads below!” (a loud 
crash)—“Now, who did that?—It was Bill, I fancy—Who's to go down the 
chimney?—Nay, I shan't! <flow:span fontStyle="italic">You</flow:span> do 
it!— <flow:span fontStyle="italic">That</flow:span> I won't, then!—Bill's 
to go down—Here, Bill! the master says you're to go down the 
chimney!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Oh!">“Oh!</flow:a> So Bill's got to come down the 
chimney, has he?” said Alice to herself. “Shy, they seem to put everything 
upon Bill! I wouldn't be in Bill's place for a good deal: this fireplace is 
narrow, to be sure; but I <flow:span fontStyle="italic">think</flow:span> I can 
kick a little!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="She">She</flow:a> drew her foot as far down the chimney 
as she could, and waited till she heard a little animal (she couldn't guess of 
what sort it was) scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close above 
her: then, saying to herself “This is Bill,” she gave one sharp kick, and 
waited to see what would happen next.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> first thing she heard was a general 
chorus of “There goes Bill!” then the Rabbit's voice along—“Catch him, 
you by the hedge!” then silence, and then another confusion of 
voices—“Hold up his head—Brandy now—Don't choke him—How was it, old 
fellow? What happened to you? Tell us all about it!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Last">Last</flow:a> came a little feeble, squeaking 
voice, (“That's Bill,” thought Alice,) “Well, I hardly know—No more, 
thank ye; I'm better now—but I'm a deal too flustered to tell you—all I 
know is, something comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box, and up I goes like a 
sky-rocket!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="So">“So</flow:a> you did, old fellow!” said the 
others.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="We">“We</flow:a> must burn the house down!” said the 
Rabbit's voice; and Alice called out as loud as she could, “If you do. I'll 
set Dinah at you!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="There">There</flow:a> was a dead silence instantly, and 
Alice thought to herself, “I wonder what they <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">will</flow:span> do next! If they had any sense, they'd take 
the roof off.” After a minute or two, they began moving about again, and 
Alice heard the Rabbit say, “A barrowful will do, to begin with.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="A">“A</flow:a> barrowful of <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">what</flow:span> ?” thought Alice; but she had not long to 
doubt, for the next moment a shower of little pebbles came rattling in at the 
window, and some of them hit her in the face. “I'll put a stop to this,” 
she said to herself, and shouted out, “You'd better not do that again!” 
which produced another dead silence.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> noticed with some surprise that 
the pebbles were all turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a 
bright idea came into her head. “If I eat one of these cakes,” she thought, 
“it's sure to make <flow:span fontStyle="italic">some</flow:span> change in 
my size; and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller, I 
suppose.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="So">So</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">“The</flow:a> first thing I've got to do,” said 
Alice to herself, as she wandered about in the wood, “is to grow to my right 
size again; and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I 
think that will be the best plan.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">It</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="An">An</flow:a> enormous puppy was looking down at her 
with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. 
“Poor little thing!” said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to 
whistle to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought that 
it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat her up in 
spite of all her coaxing.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Hardly">Hardly</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="This">This</flow:a> seemed to Alice a good opportunity 
for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired 
and out of breath, and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the 
distance.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="And">“And</flow:a> yet what a dear little puppy it 
was!” said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and 
fanned herself with one of the leaves: “I should have liked teaching it 
tricks very much, if—if I'd only been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd 
nearly forgotten that I've got to grow up again! Let me see—how <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">is</flow:span> it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or 
drink something or other; but the great question is, what?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="She">She</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>V. Advice from a Caterpillar<flow:p textAlign="center" 
fontSize="24">Chapter V</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p textAlign="center" fontSize="24">Advice from a Caterpillar</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Who">“Who</flow:a> are <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">you</flow:span> ?” said the Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="This">This</flow:a> was not an encouraging opening for a 
conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, “I—I hardly know, sir, just at 
present— at least I know who I <flow:span fontStyle="italic">was</flow:span> 
when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times 
since then.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="What">“What</flow:a> do you mean by that?” said the 
Caterpillar sternly. “Explain yourself!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> can't explain <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">myself</flow:span> , I'm afraid, sir” said Alice, 
“because I'm not myself, you see.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> don't see,” said the 
Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I'm">“I'm</flow:a> afraid I can't put it more 
clearly,” Alice replied very politely, “for I can't understand it myself to 
begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very 
confusing.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">“It</flow:a> isn't,” said the 
Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Well,">“Well,</flow:a> perhaps you haven't found it so 
yet,” said Alice; “but when you have to turn into a chrysalis—you will 
some day, you know—and then after that into a butterfly, I should think 
you'll feel it a little queer, won't you?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Not">“Not</flow:a> a bit,” said the 
Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Well,">“Well,</flow:a> perhaps <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">your</flow:span> feelings may be different,” said Alice; 
“all I know is, it would feel very queer to <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">me</flow:span> .”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="You!">“You!”</flow:a> said the Caterpillar 
contemptuously. “Who are You?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Which">Which</flow:a> brought them back again to the 
beginning of the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the 
Caterpillar's making such <flow:span fontStyle="italic">very</flow:span> short 
remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, “I think, you ought 
to tell me who <flow:span fontStyle="italic">you</flow:span> are, 
first.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Why?">“Why?”</flow:a> said the Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Here">Here</flow:a> was another puzzling question; and 
as Alice could not think of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to 
be in a <flow:span fontStyle="italic">very</flow:span> unpleasant state of 
mind, she turned away.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Come">“Come</flow:a> back!” the Caterpillar called 
after her. “I've something important to say!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="This">This</flow:a> sounded promising, certainly: Alice 
turned and came back again.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Keep">“Keep</flow:a> your temper,” said the 
Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Is">“Is</flow:a> that all?” said Alice, swallowing 
down her anger as well as she could.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="No,">“No,”</flow:a> said the Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> thought she might as well wait, as 
she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something 
worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed away without speaking, but at last it 
unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said, “So you 
think you're changed, do you?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I'm">“I'm</flow:a> afraid I am, sir,” said Alice; 
“I can't remember things as I used—and I don't keep the same size for ten 
minutes together!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Can't">“Can't</flow:a> remember <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">what</flow:span> things?” said the Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Well,">“Well,</flow:a> I've tried to say ‘How Doth 
The Little Busy Bee,’ but it all came different!” Alice replied in a very 
melancholy voice.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Repeat,">“Repeat,</flow:a> ‘You Are Old, Father 
William,’” said the Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> folded her hands, and 
began:—</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="That">“That</flow:a> is not said right,” said the 
Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Not">“Not</flow:a> <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">quite</flow:span> right, I'm afraid,” said Alice, timidly; 
“some of the words have got altered.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">“It</flow:a> is wrong from beginning to end,” 
said the Caterpillar decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> Caterpillar was the first to 
speak.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="What">“What</flow:a> size do you want to be?” it 
asked.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Oh,">“Oh,</flow:a> I'm not particular as to size,” 
Alice hastily replied; “only one doesn't like changing so often, you 
know.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">don't</flow:span> know,” said the Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> said nothing: she had never been 
so much contradicted in her life before, and she felt that she was losing her 
temper.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Are">“Are</flow:a> you content now?” said the 
Caterpillar.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Well,">“Well,</flow:a> I should like to be a 
<flow:span fontStyle="italic">little</flow:span> larger, sir, if you wouldn't 
mind,” said Alice: “three inches is such a wretched height to 
be.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">“It</flow:a> is a very good height indeed!” said 
the Caterpillar angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly 
three inches high).</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="But">“But</flow:a> I'm not used to it!” pleaded poor 
Alice in a piteous tone. And she thought of herself, “I wish the creatures 
wouldn't be so easily offended!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="You'll">“You'll</flow:a> get used to it in time,” 
said the Caterpillar; and it put the hookah into its mouth and began smoking 
again.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="This">This</flow:a> time Alice waited patiently until it 
chose to speak again. In a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of 
its mouth and yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Then it got down off the 
mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely remarking as it went, “One 
side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow 
shorter.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="One">“One</flow:a> side of <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">what</flow:span> ? The other side of <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">what</flow:span> ?” thought Alice to herself.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Of">“Of</flow:a> the mushroom,” said the 
Caterpillar, just as if she had asked it aloud; and in another moment it was 
out of sight.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="And">“And</flow:a> now which is which?” she said to 
herself, and nibbled a little of the right-hand bit to try the effect: the next 
moment she felt a violent blow underneath her chin: it had struck her 
foot!</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="She">She</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Come,">“Come,</flow:a> my head's free at last!” said 
Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when 
she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when 
she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a 
stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="What">“What</flow:a> <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">can</flow:span> all that green stuff be?” said Alice. 
“And where <flow:span fontStyle="italic">have</flow:span> my shoulders got 
to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can't see you?” She was moving them 
about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow, except a little shaking 
among the distant green leaves.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="As">As</flow:a> there seemed to be no chance of getting 
her hands up to her head, she tried to get her head down to <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">them</flow:span> , 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Serpent!">“Serpent!”</flow:a> screamed the 
Pigeon.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I'm">“I'm</flow:a> <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">not</flow:span> a serpent!” said Alice indignantly. “Let 
me alone!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Serpent,">“Serpent,</flow:a> I say again!” repeated 
the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone, and added with a kind of sob, “I've 
tried every way, and nothing seems to suit them!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> haven't the least idea what you're 
talking about,” said Alice.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I've">“I've</flow:a> tried the roots of trees, and 
I've tried banks, and I've tried hedges,” the Pigeon went on, without 
attending to her; “but those serpents! There's no pleasing them!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> was more and more puzzled, but she 
thought there was no use in saying anything more till the Pigeon had 
finished.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="As">“As</flow:a> if it wasn't trouble enough hatching 
the eggs,” said the Pigeon; “but I must be on the look-out for serpents 
night and day! Why, I haven't had a wink of sleep these three weeks!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I'm">“I'm</flow:a> very sorry you've been annoyed,” 
said Alice, who was beginning to see its meaning.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="And">“And</flow:a> just as I'd taken the highest tree 
in the wood,” continued the Pigeon, raising its voice to a shriek, “and 
just as I was thinking I should be free of them at last, they must needs come 
wriggling down from the sky! Ugh, Serpent!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="But">“But</flow:a> I'm Not a serpent, I tell you!” 
said Alice. “I'm a—I'm a—”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Well!">“Well!</flow:a> What are you?” said the 
Pigeon. “I can see you're trying to invent something!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I—I'm">“I—I'm</flow:a> a little girl,” said 
Alice, rather doubtfully, as she remembered the number of changes she had gone 
through that day.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="A">“A</flow:a> likely story indeed!” said the Pigeon 
in a tone of the deepest contempt. “I've seen a good many little girls in my 
time, but never <flow:span fontStyle="italic">one</flow:span> with such a neck 
as that! No, no! You're a serpent; and there's no use denying it. I suppose 
you'll be telling me next that you never tasted an egg!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">have</flow:span> tasted eggs, certainly,” said Alice, who 
was a very truthful child; “but little girls eat eggs quite as much as 
serpents do, you know.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> don't believe it,” said the Pigeon; 
“but if they do, why then they're a kind of serpent, that's all I can 
say.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="This">This</flow:a> was such a new idea to Alice, that 
she was quite silent for a minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity 
of adding, “You're looking for eggs, I know <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">that</flow:span> well enough; and what does it matter to me 
whether you're a little girl or a serpent?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">“It</flow:a> matters a good deal to <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">me</flow:span> ,” said Alice hastily; “but I'm not 
looking for eggs, as it happens; and if I was, I shouldn't want <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">yours</flow:span> : I don't like them raw.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Well,">“Well,</flow:a> be off, then!” said the 
Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it settled down again into its nest. Alice crouched 
down among the trees as well as she could, for her neck kept getting entangled 
among the branches, and every now and then she had to stop and untwist it. 
After a while she remembered that she still held the pieces of mushroom in her 
hands, and she set to work very carefully, nibbling first at one and then at 
the other, and growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she had 
succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual height.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">It</flow:a> was so long since she had been anything 
near the right size, that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to 
it in a few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. “Come, there's 
half my plan done now! How puzzling all these changes are! I'm never sure what 
I'm going to be, from one minute to another! However, I've got back to my right 
size: the next thing is, to get into that beautiful garden—how Is that to be 
done, I wonder?” As she said this, she came suddenly upon an open place, with 
a little house in it about four feet high. “Whoever lives there,” thought 
Alice, “it'll never do to come upon them <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">this</flow:span> size: why, I should frighten them out of 
their wits!” So she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did not 
venture to go near the house till she had brought herself down to nine inches 
high.</flow:p>VI. Pig and Pepper<flow:p textAlign="center" 
fontSize="24">Chapter 
 VI</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p textAlign="center" fontSize="24">Pig and Pepper</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="For">For</flow:a> a minute or two she stood looking at 
the house, and wondering what to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery 
came running out of the wood—(she considered him to be a footman because he 
was in livery: otherwise, judging by his face only, she would have called him a 
fish)—and rapped loudly at the door with his knuckles. It was opened by 
another footman in livery, with a round face, and large eyes like a frog; and 
both footmen, Alice noticed, had powdered hair that curled all over their 
heads. She felt very curious to know what it was all about, and crept a little 
way out of the wood to listen.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> Fish-Footman began by producing from 
under his arm a great letter, nearly as large as himself, and this he handed 
over to the other, saying, in a solemn tone, “For the Duchess. An invitation 
from the Queen to play croquet.” The Frog-Footman repeated, in the same 
solemn tone, only changing the order of the words a little, “From the Queen. 
An invitation for the Duchess to play croquet.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Then">Then</flow:a> they both bowed low, and their curls 
got entangled together.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> went timidly up to the door, and 
knocked.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="There's">“There's</flow:a> no sort of use in 
knocking,” said the Footman, “and that for two reasons. First, because I'm 
on the same side of the door as you are; secondly, because they're making such 
a noise inside, no one could possibly hear you.” And certainly there was a 
most extraordinary noise going on within—a constant howling and sneezing, and 
every now and then a great crash, as if a dish or kettle had been broken to 
pieces.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Please,">“Please,</flow:a> then,” said Alice, “how 
am I to get in?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="There">“There</flow:a> might be some sense in your 
knocking,” the Footman went on without attending to her, “if we had the 
door between us. For instance, if you were Inside, you might knock, and I could 
let you out, you know.” He was looking up into the sky all the time he was 
speaking, and this Alice thought decidedly uncivil. “But perhaps he can't 
help it,” she said to herself; “his eyes are so Very nearly at the top of 
his head. But at any rate he might answer questions.—How am I to get in?” 
she repeated, aloud.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> shall sit here,” the Footman 
remarked, “till tomorrow—”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="At">At</flow:a> this moment the door of the house 
opened, and a large plate came skimming out, straight at the Footman's head: it 
just grazed his nose, and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind 
him.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="—or">“—or</flow:a> next day, maybe,” the Footman 
continued in the same tone, exactly as if nothing had happened.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="How">“How</flow:a> am I to get in?” asked Alice 
again, in a louder tone.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Are"><flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">Are</flow:span></flow:a> you to get in at all?” said the 
Footman. “That's the first question, you know.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">It</flow:a> was, no doubt: only Alice did not like 
to be told so. “It's really dreadful,” she muttered to herself, “the way 
all the creatures argue. It's enough to drive one crazy!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> Footman seemed to think this a good 
opportunity for repeating his remark, with variations. “I shall sit here,” 
he said, “on and off, for days and days.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="But">“But</flow:a> what am I to do?” said 
Alice.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Anything">“Anything</flow:a> you like,” said the 
Footman, and began whistling.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Oh,">“Oh,</flow:a> there's no use in talking to 
him,” said Alice desperately: “he's perfectly idiotic!” And she opened 
the door and went in.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="There's">“There's</flow:a> certainly too much pepper 
in that soup!” Alice said to herself, as well as she could for 
sneezing.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="There">There</flow:a> was certainly too much of it in 
the air. Even the Duchess sneezed occasionally; and as for the baby, it was 
sneezing and howling alternately without a moment's pause. The only things in 
the kitchen that did not sneeze, were the cook, and a large cat which was 
sitting on the hearth and grinning from ear to ear.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Please">“Please</flow:a> would you tell me,” said 
Alice, a little timidly, for she was not quite sure whether it was good manners 
for her to speak first, “why your cat grins like that?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It's">“It's</flow:a> a Cheshire cat,” said the 
Duchess, “and that's why. Pig!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="She">She</flow:a> 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:—</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> didn't know that Cheshire cats always 
grinned; in fact, I didn't know that cats <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">could</flow:span> grin.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="They">“They</flow:a> all can,” said the Duchess; 
“and most of 'em do.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> don't know of any that do,” Alice 
said very politely, feeling quite pleased to have got into a 
conversation.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="You">“You</flow:a> don't know much,” said the 
Duchess; “and that's a fact.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> did not at all like the tone of 
this remark, and thought it would be as well to introduce some other subject of 
conversation. While she was trying to fix on one, the cook took the cauldron of 
soup off the fire, and at once set to work throwing everything within her reach 
at the Duchess and the baby —the fire-irons came first; then followed a 
shower of saucepans, plates, and dishes. The Duchess took no notice of them 
even when they hit her; and the baby was howling so much already, that it was 
quite impossible to say whether the blows hurt it or not.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Oh,">“Oh,</flow:a> Please mind what you're doing!” 
cried Alice, jumping up and down in an agony of terror. “Oh, there goes his 
Precious nose”; as an unusually large saucepan flew close by it, and very 
nearly carried it off.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="If">“If</flow:a> everybody minded their own 
business,” the Duchess said in a hoarse growl, “the world would go round a 
deal faster than it does.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Which">“Which</flow:a> would <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">not</flow:span> be an advantage,” said Alice, who felt 
very glad to get an opportunity of showing off a little of her knowledge. 
“Just think of what work it would make with the day and night! You see the 
earth takes twenty-four hours to turn round on its axis—”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Talking">“Talking</flow:a> of axes,” said the 
Duchess, “chop off her head!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> glanced rather anxiously at the 
cook, to see if she meant to take the hint; but the cook was busily stirring 
the soup, and seemed not to be listening, so she went on again: “Twenty-four 
hours, I <flow:span fontStyle="italic">think;</flow:span> or is it twelve? 
I—”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Oh,">“Oh,</flow:a> don't bother <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">me,</flow:span> ” said the Duchess; “I never could abide 
figures!” And with that she began nursing her child again, singing a sort of 
lullaby to it as she did so, and giving it a violent shake at the end of every 
line:</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="While">While</flow:a> 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:—</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Here!">“Here!</flow:a> you may nurse it a bit, if you 
like!” the Duchess said to Alice, flinging the baby at her as she spoke. “I 
must go and get ready to play croquet with the Queen,” and she hurried out of 
the room. The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went out, but it just 
missed her.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> caught the baby with some 
difficulty, as it was a queer- shaped little creature, and held out its arms 
and legs in all directions, “just like a star-fish,” thought Alice. The 
poor little thing was snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept 
doubling itself up and straightening itself out again, so that altogether, for 
the first minute or two, it was as much as she could do to hold it.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="As">As</flow:a> 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. “ <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">If</flow:span> I don't take this child away with me,” 
thought Alice, “they're sure to kill it in a day or two: wouldn't it be 
murder to leave it behind?” She said the last words out loud, and the little 
thing grunted in reply (it had left off sneezing by this time). “Don't 
grunt,” said Alice; “that's not at all a proper way of expressing 
yourself.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> 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 Very turn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real 
nose; also its eyes were getting extremely small for a baby: altogether Alice 
did not like the look of the thing at all. “But perhaps it was only 
sobbing,” she thought, and looked into its eyes again, to see if there were 
any tears.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="No,">No,</flow:a> there were no tears. “If you're 
going to turn into a pig, my dear,” said Alice, seriously, “I'll have 
nothing more to do with you. Mind now!” The poor little thing sobbed again 
(or grunted, it was impossible to say which), and they went on for some while 
in silence.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> was just beginning to think to 
herself, “Now, what am I to do with this creature when I get it home?” when 
it grunted again, so violently, that she looked down into its face in some 
alarm. This time there could be <flow:span fontStyle="italic">no</flow:span> 
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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="So">So</flow:a> she set the little creature down, and 
felt quite relieved to see it trot away quietly into the wood. “If it had 
grown up,” she said to herself, “it would have made a dreadfully ugly 
child: but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think.” And she began thinking 
over other children she knew, who might do very well as pigs, and was just 
saying to herself, “if one only knew the right way to change them—” when 
she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a 
tree a few yards off.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It 
looked good- natured, she thought: still it had Very long claws and a great 
many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Cheshire">“Cheshire</flow:a> Puss,” she began, 
rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: 
however, it only grinned a little wider. “Come, it's pleased so far,” 
thought Alice, and she went on. “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought 
to go from here?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="That">“That</flow:a> depends a good deal on where you 
want to get to,” said the Cat.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> don't much care where—” said 
Alice.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Then">“Then</flow:a> it doesn't matter which way you 
go,” said the Cat.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="—so">“—so</flow:a> long as I get <flow:span 
fontStyle="italic">somewhere,</flow:span> ” Alice added as an 
explanation.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Oh,">“Oh,</flow:a> you're sure to do that,” said the 
Cat, “if you only walk long enough.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> felt that this could not be 
denied, so she tried another question. “What sort of people live about 
here?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="In">“In</flow:a> That direction,” the Cat said, 
waving its right paw round, “lives a Hatter: and in That direction,” waving 
the other paw, “lives a March Hare. Visit either you like: they're both 
mad.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="But">“But</flow:a> I don't want to go among mad 
people,” Alice remarked.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Oh,">“Oh,</flow:a> you can't help that,” said the 
Cat: “we're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="How">“How</flow:a> do you know I'm mad?” said 
Alice.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="You">“You</flow:a> must be,” said the Cat, “or you 
wouldn't have come here.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> didn't think that proved it at 
all; however, she went on “And how do you know that you're mad?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="To">“To</flow:a> begin with,” said the Cat, “a 
dog's not mad. You grant that?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> suppose so,” said Alice.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Well,">“Well,</flow:a> then,” the Cat went on, 
“you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. 
Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm 
mad.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> call it purring, not growling,” said 
Alice.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Call">“Call</flow:a> it what you like,” said the 
Cat. “Do you play croquet with the Queen to-day?”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> should like it very much,” said 
Alice, “but I haven't been invited yet.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="You'll">“You'll</flow:a> see me there,” said the 
Cat, and vanished.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> 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.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="By-the-bye,">“By-the-bye,</flow:a> what became of the 
baby?” said the Cat. “I'd nearly forgotten to ask.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">“It</flow:a> turned into a pig,” Alice quietly 
said, just as if it had come back in a natural way.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> thought it would,” said the Cat, and 
vanished again.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> waited a little, half expecting to 
see it again, but it did not appear, and after a minute or two she walked on in 
the direction in which the March Hare was said to live. “I've seen hatters 
before,” she said to herself; “the March Hare will be much the most 
interesting, and perhaps as this is May it won't be raving mad—at least not 
so mad as it was in March.” As she said this, she looked up, and there was 
the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Did">“Did</flow:a> you say pig, or fig?” said the 
Cat.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">“I</flow:a> said pig,” replied Alice; “and I 
wish you wouldn't keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly: you make one quite 
giddy.”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="All">“All</flow:a> right,” said the Cat; and this 
time it vanished quite slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending 
with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of it had gone.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Well!">“Well!</flow:a> I've often seen a cat without a 
grin,” thought Alice; “but a grin without a cat! It's the most curious 
thing I ever saw in my life!”</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="She">She</flow:a> had not gone much farther before she 
came in sight of the house of the March Hare: she thought it must be the right 
house, because the chimneys were shaped like ears and the roof was thatched 
with fur. It was so large a house, that she did not like to go nearer till she 
had nibbled some more of the lefthand bit of mushroom, and raised herself to 
about two feet high: even then she walked up towards it rather timidly, saying 
to herself “Suppose it should be raving mad after all! I almost wish I'd gone 
to see the Hatter instead!”</flow:p>VII. A Mad Tea-Party<flow:p 
textAlign="center" fontSize="24">Chapter VII</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p textAlign="center" fontSize="24">A Mad Tea-Party</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="There">There</flow:a> was a table set out under a tree 
in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: 
a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using 
it as a cushion, resting their elbows on it, and talking over its head. 'Very 
uncomfortable for the Dormouse,' thought Alice; 'only, as it's asleep, I 
suppose it doesn't mind.'</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> table was a large one, but the three 
were all crowded together at one corner of it: 'No room! No room!' they cried 
out when they saw Alice coming. 'There's Plenty of room!' said Alice 
indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the 
table.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Have">'Have</flow:a> some wine,' the March Hare said in 
an encouraging tone.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Alice">Alice</flow:a> looked all round the table, but 
there was nothing on it but tea. 'I don't see any wine,' she remarked.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="There">'There</flow:a> isn't any,' said the March 
Hare.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Then">'Then</flow:a> it wasn't very civil of you to 
offer it,' said Alice angrily.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="It">'It</flow:a> wasn't very civil of you to sit down 
without being invited,' said the March Hare.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="I">'I</flow:a> didn't know it was Your table,' said 
Alice; 'it's laid for a great many more than three.'</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="Your">'Your</flow:a> hair wants cutting,' said the 
Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and 
this was his first speech.</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="You">'You</flow:a> should learn not to make personal 
remarks,' Alice said with some severity; 'it's very rude.'</flow:p>
-
-<flow:p><flow:a href="The">The</flow:a> Hatter opened his eyes very wide on 
hearing this; but all he Said was, 'Why is a raven like

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