Adventures in Wonderland Say It Again
Affiliate Two
The Puddle of Tears
`Curiouser and curiouser!' cried Alice (she was then much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak adept English); `at present I'm opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-adieu, feet!' (for when she looked down at her anxiety, they seemed to be almost out of sight, they were getting so far off). `Oh, my poor trivial feet, I wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you lot at present, dears? I'm sure I shan't be able! I shall be a neat deal likewise far off to trouble myself about you: you lot must manage the all-time manner you tin; --but I must exist kind to them,' idea Alice, `or maybe they won't walk the way I want to go! Let me run into: I'll give them a new pair of boots every Christmas.' 
Alice stretched tall
And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it. `They must go past the carrier,' she thought; `and how funny it'll seem, sending presents to one's own feet! And how odd the directions will look!
ALICE'S Correct FOOT, ESQ. HEARTHRUG, Near THE FENDER, (WITH ALICE'South LOVE).Oh dear, what nonsense I'k talking!'
Just so her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was at present more than ix feet loftier, and she at once took up the little gilded key and hurried off to the garden door.
Poor Alice! It was every bit much every bit she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with 1 center; merely to get through was more hopeless than ever: she saturday down and began to cry again.
`Yous ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, `a great girl similar you,' (she might well say this), `to go on crying in this way! Stop this moment, I tell yous!' Merely she went on however, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all circular her, virtually iv inches deep and reaching half downwards the hall.
After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and she hastily stale her eyes to meet what was coming. Information technology 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 swell bustle, 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 set up to ask assistance of any one; and then, when the Rabbit came near her, she began, in a low, timid vocalism, `If you please, sir--' The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white child gloves and the fan, and skurried abroad into the darkness as difficult as he could become.
Giant Alice watching Rabbit run away
Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept fanning herself all the fourth dimension she went on talking: `Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-24-hour interval! And yesterday things went on only as usual. I wonder if I've been changed in the nighttime? Let me retrieve: was I the aforementioned when I got upwards this morning? I nearly think I tin can remember feeling a piffling different. Only if I'g not the same, the adjacent question is, Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the cracking puzzle!' And she began thinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age as herself, to come across if she could have been changed for any of them.
`I'm sure I'm not Ada,' she said, `for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'one thousand sure I can't be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows such a very little! Besides, she'due south 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: iv times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is--oh dearest! I shall never get to 20 at that rate! However, the Multiplication Table doesn't signify: let's try Geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the majuscule 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 every bit if she were saying lessons, and began to echo information technology, just her vocalism sounded hoarse and foreign, and the words did non come the same as they used to do:--
`How doth the trivial crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! `How cheerfully he seems to smiling, How neatly spread his claws, And welcome piffling fishes in With gently grin jaws!'`I'k certain those are not the right words,' said poor Alice, and her optics filled with tears over again as she went on, `I must exist Mabel after all, and I shall take to go and alive in that poky little house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever and then many lessons to acquire! No, I've made up my heed nearly it; if I'm Mabel, I'll stay down here! It'll be no apply their putting their heads down and proverb "Come up over again, beloved!" I shall only look upward and say "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and and so, if I like existence that person, I'll come up up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'thou somebody else"--but, oh honey!' cried Alice, with a sudden outburst of tears, `I do wish they would put their heads downwardly! I am so very tired of being all alone here!'
As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to run into that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves while she was talking. `How can I accept done that?' she thought. `I must be growing small again.' She got up and went to the table to measure herself by it, and establish that, every bit near as she could guess, she was at present about 2 anxiety high, and was going on shrinking rapidly: she soon plant out that the cause of this was the fan she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in fourth dimension to avert shrinking away altogether.
`That was a narrow escape!' said Alice, a practiced bargain frightened at the sudden change, but very glad to discover herself still in beingness; `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 cardinal was lying on the glass table as before, `and things are worse than ever,' thought the poor child, `for I never was and so small as this earlier, never! And I declare it'southward too bad, that information technology is!'
Equally she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt h2o. Her beginning thought was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, `and in that case I tin can go back past railway,' she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside in one case in her life, and had come to the general determination, that wherever you become to on the English language coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children earthworks in the sand with wooden spades, so a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) Yet, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.
Alice in puddle of tears
`I wish I hadn't cried and then much!' said Alice, as she swam most, trying to notice her way out. `I shall exist punished for information technology at present, I suppose, by existence drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer matter, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day.'
Merely then she heard something splashing most in the pool a petty fashion off, and she swam nearer to brand out what information technology was: at beginning she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that information technology was but a mouse that had slipped in similar herself.
Alice with Mouse in pool of tears
`Would information technology be of any use, now,' idea Alice, `to speak to this mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-mode downwards here, that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no impairment in trying.' So she began: `O Mouse, do you know the style out of this pool? I am very tired of pond about hither, O Mouse!' (Alice thought this must be the right mode of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing before, simply she remembered having seen in her blood brother'southward 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 flash with one of its little eyes, simply it said zero.
`Perhaps information technology doesn't empathise English,' thought Alice; `I daresay it's a French mouse, come up over with William the Conqueror.' (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very articulate notion how long agone anything had happened.) Then she began again: `Ou 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 creature's feelings. `I quite forgot y'all didn't similar cats.'
`Not like cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. `Would you like cats if y'all were me?'
`Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a soothing tone: `don't be angry well-nigh it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: I think yous'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She is such a dear repose affair,' Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily almost in the pool, `and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her confront--and she is such a nice soft matter to nurse--and she'due south such a capital letter one for catching mice--oh, I beg your pardon!' cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt sure it must be really offended. `We won't talk almost her any more than if you'd rather not.'
`We indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail. `As if I would talk on such a subject area! Our family always hated cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the proper name once again!'
`I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to alter the subject area of conversation. `Are yous--are you lot fond--of--of dogs?' The Mouse did non answer, and so Alice went on eagerly: `At that place is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A footling 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 information technology 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 agape I've offended it again!' For the Mouse was swimming away from her equally hard as information technology could get, and making quite a commotion in the pool equally it went.
So she chosen softly afterward it, `Mouse dear! Practice come up dorsum again, and nosotros won't talk about cats or dogs either, if you lot don't like them!' When the Mouse heard this, information technology turned round and swam slowly back to her: its face up was quite pale (with passion, Alice thought), and it said in a low trembling vocalization, `Let us get to the shore, and then I'll tell you lot my history, and yous'll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs.'
It was loftier time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with the birds and animals that had fallen into it: in that location 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.
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