Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll

Summary

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Episode Summary: Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland – Lewis Carroll

Date: July 27, 2026
Podcast Host: solgoodmedia.com
Format: Public domain audiobook reading
Chapters Covered: Entire novel

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Overview of the Episode

This special episode of Science Fiction Books – Daily features a complete audiobook recitation of Lewis Carroll’s classic Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. The story, which sits at the border of fantasy and proto-science fiction, follows Alice on her surreal journey after she falls down a rabbit hole and enters a world that playfully defies logic, language, and the rules of ordinary reality.

The audiobook was presented via multiple volunteer Librivox readers, each bringing various chapters to life. The episode includes all twelve chapters, following Alice as she navigates a world full of absurdity, transformation, nonsensical creatures, whimsical courts, and paradoxical logic—all challenging boundaries and expanding the imagination of listeners.

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Key Discussion Points & Narrative Highlights

(Note: As a straight read-through, the “discussion” is woven into character dialogue and narrative.)

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1. Falling Down the Rabbit Hole

[01:16 – 11:56] Chapter 1 – Down the Rabbit-Hole

• Alice, bored by her sister’s book, follows a talking White Rabbit and falls into a fantastical world.
• The descent: Endless falling past cupboards and bookshelves, pondering whether she’ll end up in Australia or New Zealand.
• Notable Quote:

  “After such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs!” — Alice ([03:25])

• Curiosity and bravery fuel her; she encounters logic puzzles as she grows and shrinks in pursuit of a tiny golden key and entrance to a lovely garden.
• First forays into Wonderland’s logic: reading labels “Drink Me” and “Eat Me,” with thoughtful self-admonition regarding poison.
• Memorable moment:

  “Curiouser and curiouser!” — Alice ([11:56], as Chapter 2 begins)

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2. Transformations and Identity

[11:56 – 25:22] Chapter 2 – The Pool of Tears & Chapter 3 – A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale

• Experiments with eating and drinking lead Alice to rapidly change size.
• Alice’s identity confusion (“Who in the world am I?”—[15:27]), tries to recite school lessons, which become nonsensical.
• The Pool of Tears: Alice (now small) nearly drowns in the sea of her own tears, meeting talking animals.
• Notable Quote:

  “Let’s try geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome.” — Alice ([16:52])

• The “Caucus-race”: a satirical, circular contest with no clear rules, where “everybody has won, and all must have prizes.”
• Mouse’s “sad tail/tale” (a blending of words and physical form) exemplifies Wonderland’s wordplay.

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3. Surreal Social Encounters

[43:36 – 63:13] Chapter 4 – The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill & Chapter 5 – Advice From a Caterpillar

• Mistaken for the White Rabbit’s maid, Alice visits his house and undergoes another series of size changes.
• Notable episode: Bill the Lizard is sent down the chimney by terrified Wonderlanders, Alice shrinks by eating cakes again ([56:02–63:13]).
• Encounter with a philosophical, unbothered Caterpillar atop a mushroom.
• Notable Quote:

  “Who are YOU?” — Caterpillar ([65:02]) “I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir, because I’m not myself, you see.” — Alice ([65:20])

• Caterpillar’s cryptic advice: different sides of the mushroom change her size.

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4. Madness and Logic

[79:30 – 92:43] Chapter 6 – Pig and Pepper
[92:43 – 110:10] Chapter 7 – A Mad Tea-Party

• In the Duchess’s chaotic pepper-filled kitchen (with a Cheshire Cat’s iconic grin).
• The Duchess’s constantly shifting morals and physical transformation of her baby into a pig.
• Conversation with Cheshire Cat on the logic of madness.
• Notable Quote:

  “We’re all mad here. I’m mad. You’re mad.” — Cheshire Cat ([87:10])

• The Mad Tea Party: nonsensical riddles (“Why is a raven like a writing desk?”), unanswerable questions, and time arrested at “six o’clock—always tea-time.”
• Memorable exchange:

  “I see what I eat is the same thing as I eat what I see.” ([94:15])

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5. Parody of Power and Justice

[110:10 – 172:44] Chapters 8–11: The Queen’s Croquet Ground, The Mock Turtle’s Story, The Lobster Quadrille, The King and Queen of Hearts

• Wonderland’s court: the menacing, arbitrary Queen (“Off with her head!” is her favorite phrase).
• Croquet played with live flamingo mallets and hedgehog balls, amidst chaos and “beheadings.”
• Absurd judicial process: the trial of the Knave of Hearts for stealing tarts.
• Parodies of education with the Mock Turtle (“Reeling and Writhing, and branches of Arithmetic—Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.”—Mock Turtle ([135:02]))
• Notable Song:
  Beautiful Soup by the Mock Turtle ([159:50])

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6. Climax & Awakening

[172:44 – 185:38] Chapter 12 – Alice’s Evidence

• Alice is called as a witness: logic is overturned, and she challenges the courtroom’s nonsense.
• Classic finale:

  “Sentence first—verdict afterwards.” — The Queen ([174:35])
  “Who cares for you? You’re nothing but a pack of cards!” — Alice ([177:29])

• The scene collapses as Alice wakes up on the riverbank; her sister gently brushes leaves from her face.
• Closing Reflection:

  “What a wonderful dream it had been.”
  The book ends on a nostalgic meditation on childhood, memory, and the enduring power of imagination.

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Notable Quotes and Timestamps

• “What’s the use of a book…without pictures or conversation?” — Alice ([01:22])
• “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?” — Alice to Cheshire Cat ([86:20])
• “Oh, you can’t help that…We’re all mad here.” — Cheshire Cat ([87:10])
• “It’s always tea-time.” — The Hatter ([94:22])
• “Off with her head!” — The Queen ([112:59] & throughout court scenes)
• “Sentence first—verdict afterwards.” — The Queen ([174:35])
• “You are nothing but a pack of cards!” — Alice ([177:29])

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Thematic Insights

• Identity and metamorphosis: Alice’s constant changes in size reflect shifting identity, personal growth, and childhood confusion.
• Satire of logic and authority: Carroll parodies Victorian education, strict authority figures, and legal proceedings.
• Wordplay and nonsense: Puns, riddles, and imaginative logic offer a playful critique of language’s limitations.

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Narrative Structure and Tone

• Carroll’s witty, playful prose is maintained throughout the readings.
• The tone shifts between gentle philosophizing, absurdist humor, and childlike bewilderment at a world gone delightfully mad.

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Conclusion

This episode delivers the entirety of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland through a spirited, multi-voiced audiobook performance. It’s a journey through logic turned upside-down, delightfully oddball characters, and language as a playground. Listeners are left to reflect, as Alice does, on the wonder of dreams and the enduring magic of curiosity.

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Useful for: Anyone seeking a full, brisk, and entertaining audio experience of Carroll’s masterpiece—whether for nostalgia, study, or the sheer joy of Wonderland’s undiminished strangeness.

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This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, visit Librivox.org Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Chapter 1 Down the Rabbit Hole Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank and of having nothing to do. Once or twice she peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it. And what's the use of a book? Thought Alice, without pictures or conversation? So she was considering in her own mind as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid, and 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. There was nothing so very remarkable in that. Nor did Alice think it so very 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 Took a watch out of its waistcoat pocket and looked at it, and then hurried on. Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she'd 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. In another moment, down went Alice after it, and never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. The rabbit hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well. Either the well was very deep or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything. Then she looked at the sides of the well and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and 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 labeled Orange Marmalade, but to her great disappointment, it was empty. She did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody, so she managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it. Well, thought Alice to herself, after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling downstairs. 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 a house, which was very likely true. Down, down, down. Would the fall never 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 center of the earth. Let me see. That would be 4,000 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 very 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. Presently she began, I wonder if I shall fall right through 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 curtsying as you're falling through the air. Do you think you could manage it? And what an ignorant little girl. She'll thank me for asking. No, it'll never do to ask. Perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere. Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. Dinah will miss me very much tonight, I should think. Dinah was the cat. I hope they'll remember her. Saucer of milk at tea time. 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 sticks and dry leaves. And the fall was over. Alice was not a bit hurt and she jumped up on 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. There were doors all around 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, and she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again. Suddenly she came upon a little three legged table, all made of solid glass. There was nothing 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 15 inches high. She tried the little golden key in the lock and to her great delight, it fitted. Alice opened the door and found it led into a small passage not much larger than a rat hole. She knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains. But she could not even get her head through the doorway. And even if my head would 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. There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door. So she went back to the table and 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. It was all very well to say Drink me, but the wise little Alice was not going to do that in a hurry. No, I'll look first, she said, and see whether it's marked poor poison or not. For she had read several nice little histories about children who'd gotten burnt and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they would 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 very deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds. And she had never forgotten that if you drink much from a bottle marked poison, it's almost certain to disagree with you sooner or later. However, this bottle was not marked poison, so Alice ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavor of cherry tart, custard, pineapple, roast turkey, toffee and hot buttered toast. She very soon finished it off. What a curious feeling Said Alice, I must be shutting up like a telescope. And so it was. Indeed. She was now only 10 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 having ever seen such a thing. After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once. But alas for poor Alice, when she got to the door she found she'd 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. Come, there's no use 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. She once 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 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 to make one respectable person. Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table. She opened it and found in it a very small cake on which the words 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'll. I can creep under the door. So either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care which happens. She 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 gotten 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. So she set to work and very soon finished off the cake. End of Chapter 1 read by Christa McQuillan Tokyo, Japan November 15, 2005 this

is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org recording by Brad Bush Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Chapter 2 the Pool of Tears Curiouser 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 by feet. For when she looked down at her feet and 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 I shan't be able to. I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble myself about you. You must manage the best 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. And she went on planning to herself how she should manage it. They must go by carrier, she thought. And how funny I'll seem, sending presents to one's own feet. And how odd the directions will look. Alice's right Foot, Esquire Hearthrug near the fender with Alice's love. Oh dear, what nonsense I'm talking. Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall. In fact, she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door. Poor Alice. It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side to look through into the garden with one eye, but to get through was more hopeless than ever. She sat down and began to cry again. You 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 around her, about 4 inches deep and reaching half down the hall. After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White Rabbit, returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large Fan in the other. He came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came. 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 anyone. 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 scurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go. Alice took up the fan and gloves, and as the hall was very hot, she kept fanning herself. All the time she went on talking. Dear, dear, how queer everything is today. 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 who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle. And she began thinking over all the children that she knew that were of the same age as herself, to see 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'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. 4 times 5 is 12, and 4 times 6 is 13, and 4 times 7 is. Oh, dear, 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 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. How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail and pour the waters of the Nile on every golden scale? How cheerfully he seems to grin. How neatly spread his claws and welcome little fishes in with gently smiling jaws. I'm 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 would put their heads down. I am so very tired of being all alone here. As 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 2ft high and was going on shrinking rapidly. She soon found out that the cause of this was the fan that she was holding, and she dropped it hastily, just in time to avoid shrinking away altogether. That 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 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. As she said these words, her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash. She was up to her chin in salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea. 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 could come to the general conclusion that wherever you go 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 a pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high. I wish I hadn't cried so much, said Alice as she swam about trying to find her way out. I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears. That will be a queer thing. To be sure. However, everything is queer today. Just then she heard something splash 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. Would 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 oh, mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired of swimming about here. Oh, 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 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. Perhaps it doesn't understand English, thought Alice. I dare say it's a French mouse. Come over with William the Conqueror. With all her knowledge of history, Alice had no clear notion how long ago anything had happened. So she began again. Ou ist mon chat? 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 don't like cats. Not like cats? Cried the mouse in a shrill, passionate voice. Would you like cats if you were me? Well, perhaps not, said Alice in a soothing tone. Don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you our cat. Dinah, I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see her. She's 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. We 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. I won't indeed, said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject of conversation. And 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'm offended 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. So she called softly after it, mouse dear, do come back again, and I 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

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This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information and to find out how you can volunteer, please visit LibriVox. L I B R I V O X.org recording by Roger W. Barnett Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Chapter 3A caucus race and a long tail they 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. The first question, of course, was how to get dry again. They had a consultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite natural to Alice to find herself talking familiarly with them, as if she had known them all her life. Indeed, she had quite a long argument with the lory, who at last turned sulky and would only say, 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. At 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'll 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. Ahem, said the mouse with an Important air. Are you all ready? This is the driest thing I know. Silence all around. If you please. William the Conqueror, whose cause was favored 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. Ugh. Said the Lory with a shiver. I beg your pardon, said the Mouse, frowning, but very politely. Did you speak? Not I, said the Lory hastily. I 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. Found what? Said the duck. Found it, the Mouse replied rather crossly. Of course you know what it means. I know what it means well enough. When I find a thing, said the duck, it's generally a frog or a worm. The question is, what did the archbishop find? The 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 corporation crown. William's conduct was at first moderate, but the insolence of his Normans. How are you getting on now, my dear? It continued, turning to Alice as it spoke. As wet as ever, said Alice in a melancholy tone. It doesn't seem to dry me at all. In that case, said the dodo solemnly, rising to its feet, I move that the meeting adjourn for the immediate adoption of more energetic remedies. Speak 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. What I was going to say, said the dodo in an offended tone, was that the best thing. Thing is to get us dry. Would be a caucus race. What is a caucus race? Said Alice, not that she wanted much to know, but the dodo had paused, as if it thought that somebody ought to speak, and no one else seemed inclined to say anything. Why, said the dodo, the best way to explain it is to do it, and you might like to try the thing yourself some winter day. I will tell you how the dodo managed it. First it marked out a race car 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 1, 2, 3, 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? This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead, the position in which you usually see Shakespeare in the pictures of him, while the rest waited in silence. At last the Dodo said, everybody has won, and all must have prizes. But who is to give the prizes? Quite a chorus of voices asked. Why she, 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. Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she put her hand in her pocket and pulled out a box of comfits. Luckily the the salt water had not got into it, and handed them round as prizes. There was exactly one apiece all round. But she must have a prize herself, you know, said the Mouse. Of course, the Dodo replied very gravely. What else have you got in your pocket? He went on, turning to Alice. Only a thimble, said Alice sadly. Hand it over here, said the Dodo. Then 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. Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked so grave that she did not dare to laugh, and as she could not think of anything to say, she simply bowed and took the thimble, looking as solemn as she could. The next thing was to eat the comfits. This caused some noise and confusion, as the large birds complained that they could not taste theirs, and the small ones choked and had to be patted on the back. However, it was over at last, and they sat down again in a ring and begged the Mouse to tell them something more. You 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. Mine is a long and a sad tale, said the Mouse, turning to Alice and sighing. It is 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. Here the words are written on the page, one to four on a line, and the lines are off center set, so they snake down the page in a wavy fashion. And here's what they fury said to a mouse that he met in the house. Let us both go to law. I will prosecute you. Come, I'll take no denial. We must have a trial. For really, this morning I've nothing to do, said the Mouse to the cur. Such a trial, dear sir, with no jury or judge, would be wasting our breath. I'll be judge, I'll be jury, said Commander cunning old fury. I'll try the whole cause and condemn you to death. And there's where the snaky text ends. You are not attending, said the Mouse to Alice severely. What are you thinking of? I beg your pardon? Said Alice, very hard, humbly. You had got to the fifth end, I think I had not. Cried the Mouse sharply and very angrily. A knot, said Alice, always ready to make herself useful and looking anxiously about her. Oh, do let me help to undo it. I shall do nothing of the sort, said the Mouse, getting up and walking away. You insult me by talking such nonsense. I didn't mean it, pleaded poor Alice. But you're so easily offended, you know. The mouse only growled in reply. Please come back and finish your story. 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. What 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, opportunity of saying to her daughter, ah, my dear, let this be a lesson to you never to lose your temper. Hold your tongue, Ma, said the young crab, a little snappishly. You're enough to try the patience of an oyster. Oh, I wish I had our Dinah here. I know I do, said Alice aloud, addressing nobody in particular. She'd soon fetch it back. And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question? Said the lory, Alice replied eagerly, for she was always ready to talk about her pet. Dinah's our cat, and she's such a cat. 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. This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party. Some of the birds hurried off at once. One old magpie began wrapping itself up very carefully, remarking, I really must be getting home. The night air doesn't suit my throat, and the 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. Oh, I 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 anymore. 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, back to finish his story. This is the end of Chapter three.

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vary Come 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. He 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 Marianne and be turned out of the house before she had found the fan and gloves. How queer it seems, Alice said to herself, to be going. Messages for a rabbit. I suppose Diana will be sending me out all messages next. And she began fancying the sort of thing that would happen. Ms. 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. By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in the window, and on it, as she had hoped, a fun 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 eyes 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 something 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. It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected. Before she had drunk half the bottle, she found a 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. Alas, it was too late to wish that. She went on growing and growing, and very soon had to kneel down on the floor. In another minute there was not even room for this, and she tried the effect of lying down with one elbow against the door and the other arm curled round her head. Still she went on growing, and as a last resource she put one arm out the window and and one foot up the chimney, and said to herself, now I can do no more whatever happens. What will become of me? Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, and she grew no larger. Still, it was very uncomfortable, and as there seemed to be no sort of chance of her ever getting out of the room again, no wonder she felt unhappy. It was much pleasanter at home, thought poor Alice, when one wasn't always growing larger and smaller and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn't gone down that rabbit hole. And yet. And yet. It's rather curious, you know, this sort of life. I do wonder what 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 methat 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 here. But then, thought Alice, shall I never 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 that. Oh, you foolish Alice, she answered herself, how can you learn lessons in here? Why, there's hardly room for you, and no room at all for any lesson books. And so she went on, taking first one side, 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. Marianne, Marianne, said the voice, fetch me my gloves this moment. Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice knew it was the rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook the house, quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large as the rabbit and had no reason to be afraid of it. Presently the rabbit came 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. That 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. Next came an angry voice, the rabbit's putt. Pat, where are you? And then a voice she had never heard before. Sure, then I'm here digging for apples, your honour. Digging for apples indeed, said the rabbit angrily. Here, come and help me out of this. Sounds of more broken glass. Now tell me, Pat, what's that in the window? Sure it's an arm, your honour. He pronounced it arum. An arm, you goose. Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the whole window. Sure it does, your honour, but it's an arm for all that. Well, it's got no business there at any rate. Go and take it away. There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers now and then, such as, Sure, I don't like it, your 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 two little shrieks and more sounds of breaking glass. What a number of cucumber frames there must be be, thought Alice. I wonder what they'll do next. As for pulling me out of the window, I only wish they could. I'm sure I don't want to stay in here any longer. She waited for some time without hearing anything more. At last came a rumbling of little cart wheels and the sound of a good many voices all talking together. She made out the words, where's the other ladder? Why, I hadn't thought to bring but one. Bill's got the other. Bill. Fetch it here, lad. Here, put em up at the 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 break? Mind that loose slat. 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. You do it.

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Then Bill's to go down here. Bill, the master says you're to go down the chimney. Oh, 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 think I can kick a little. She 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. The 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. Last 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 skyrocket. So you did, old fellow, said said the others. We 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. There was a deadly silence instantly, and Alice thought to herself, I wonder what they will 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 barrel full will do to begin with. A barrelful of what? 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, Alice noted with some Surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little kicks 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 some change in my size, and as it can't possibly make me larger, it must make me smaller. I suppose so. She swallowed one of the cakes and was delighted to find that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through the door to, 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. The first thing I've got to do, said Alice to herself as she wandered about in the wood, is to grow to my right size again, and the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think that will be the best plan. It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged. The only difficulty was that she had not got 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. An 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. 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suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other, but the great question is what? The great question certainly was what? Alice looked all round her at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see anything that looked like the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances. There was a large mushroom growing near her, about the same height as herself, and when she had looked under it and on both sides of it and behind, occurred to her that she might as well look and see what was on top of it. She stretched herself up on tiptoe and peeped at 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. End of Chapter 4 recorded on Tuesday 6 December in New York, New York.

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This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org this recording by Mark Bradford Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Chapter 5 Advice from a Caterpillar the caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence. At last the caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice. Who are you? Said the caterpillar. This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Alice replied rather shyly. I. I hardly know, sir, just at present. At least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then. What do you mean by that? Said the caterpillar sternly. Explain yourself. I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir, said Alice, because I'm not myself, you see. I don't see, said the caterpillar. I'm 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. It isn't, said the caterpillar. Well, 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? Not a bit, said the caterpillar. Well, perhaps your feelings may be different, said Alice. All I know is it would feel very queer to me.

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terms of conditions 21 plus 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. One side of what? The other side of what? Thought Alice to herself. Of the mushroom, said the caterpillar, just as if she had asked it aloud, and in another moment it was out of sight. Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying to make out which were the two sides of it, and as it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question. However, at last she stretched her arms round it as far as they would go, and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand. And 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. She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but she felt that there was no time to be lost as she was shrinking rapidly, so she set to work at once to eat some of the other bit. Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot that there was hardly room to open her mouth, but she did it at last and managed to swallow a morsel of the left hand bit. Come, my head's free at last, said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be 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. What can all that green stuff be? Said Alice. And where have 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 results seemed to follow except a little shaking among the distant green leaves. As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, she tried to get her head down to them and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction like a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag and was going to dive in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry. A large pigeon had flown into her face and was beating her violently with its wings. Serpent. Screamed the pigeon. I'm not a serpent, said Alice indignantly. Let me alone. Serpent. 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 hey,

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This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org this reading by Raza Shah Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Chapter 6 Pig and Pepper For a minute or two she stood looking at the house and wondering what to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery came running out of the wood. She considered him 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 frame frog, and both footmen, Alice noticed, had powdered hair and curls all over their head. She felt very curious to know what it was all about, and crept a little way out of the wood to listen. The fish footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter nearly as large as himself, and this he handed over to the other, saying in a solemn tone, 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. Then they both bowed and their curls got entangled together. Alice laughed so much of 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. Alice went timidly up to the door and knocked. There's no sort of use in knocking, said the footman, and that for two reasons. First, because I am on the same side of the door as you. Secondly, because they're making such a noise inside that 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 a kettle had been broken to pieces. Please then, said Alice, how am I to get in?

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there'd be some sense in your knocking, the footman went on without attending to her. If we had a 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. I shall sit here, the footman remarked, till tomorrow. At this moment the door of the house opened and a large plate came skimming out straight for the footman's head. It just grazed his nose and broke to pieces against one of the trees behind him. Or next day, maybe, the footman continued in the same tone, exactly as if nothing had happened. How am I to get in? Asked Alice in a louder tone. Are you to get in at all? Said the footman. That's the first question, you know. It was no doubt, only Alice did not like to be told so. It's really dreadful, she muttered herself. The way all these creatures argue, it's enough to drive one crazy. The 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. But what am I to do? Said Alice. Anything you like, said the footman, and began whistling. Oh, there's no use in talking to him, said Alice desperately. He's perfectly idiotic. And then opened the door and went in. The door led right into a large kitchen which was full of smoke from one end to the other. The Duchess was sitting on a three legged stool in the middle, nursing a baby. The cook was leaning over the fire, stirring a large cauldron which seemed to be full of soup. There's certainly too much pepper in that soup, Alice said to herself, as well as she could for sneezing. There certainly was 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 two creatures in the kitchen that did not sneeze were the cook and the large cat, which was laying on the hearth and grinning from Ear to earth. Please, 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? It's a Cheshire cat, said the Duchess. And that's why, Pig. She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice quite jumped, but she saw in another moment that it was addressed to the baby and not to her, so she took courage and went on again. I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned. In fact, I didn't know that cats could grin. They all can, said the Duchess, and most of them do. I don't know any that do, said Alice very politely, feeling quite pleased to have gotten into a conversation. You don't know much, said the Duchess, and that's a fact. Alice did not like at all 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. Oh, please mind what you're doing. Cried Alex, jumping up and down in agony of terror. Oh, there goes his precious nose. As an unusually large saucepan flew by and very nearly carried it off. If everybody minded their own business, said the Duchess in a hoarse growl, the world would go around a deal faster than it does. Which would not 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 of her. The day and night, you see, the earth takes 24 hours to turn around on its axis. Talking of axis, said the Duchess, chop off her head. Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook to see if she meant to take the hint, but the cook was busily stirring the soup and seemed not to be listening. She went on again, 24 hours, I think. Or is it 12? I oh, don't bother me, said the Duchess. I never could abide figures. And with this she began nursing the child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and giving a violent shake at the end of every line. Speak roughly to your little boy and beat him when he sneezes. He only does it to annoy, because he knows it teases. And then the chorus in which the cook and the baby joined. Wow.

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Wow. While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept tossing the baby violently up and down and the poor little thing howled so that Alice could hardly hear the words. I speak severely to my boy and beat him when he sneezes, for he can throw thoroughly. Enjoy the pepper when he pleases. Wow.

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Wow. Here, you might 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 the room and the cook threw a frying pan after her. She went, but just missed her. Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer shaped little creature and held out its arms and legs in all directions. Just like a starfish, 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. As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing it, which was to twist it up in a sort of knot and then keep tight hold of its rear end and left foot so as to prevent its undoing itself, she carried it into the open air. If I don't take this child away from 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. The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its face to see what was the matter with it. There could be no doubt that it had a very turned up nose, which was more like a slight 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's only sobbing, she thought, and looked into its eyes again to see if there were any tears. No, there were no tears. If you're going to turn into a pig, my dear, said Alice seriously, I've got nothing more to do with you mind. Now the poor little thing sobbed again, or grunted, it was impossible to say which, and then went on for some, some while in silence. Alice was just beginning to think to herself, now what am I supposed to do with this creature when I get home when it grunted again, so violently that she looked down into its face with some alarm. This time there could be no mistake about it. It was neither more or less than a pig, and she felt that it would be quite absurd for her to carry it any further. So she let the little creature down and felt quite relieved to see it trot away quietly into the woods. If it had grown up, she said to herself, it would have made a dreadfully ugly child. But it makes a rather 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 the bow of a tree just a few yards off. The cat only grinned when it saw Alice, and it looked good natured, she thought. Still, it had very long claws and a great many things teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated with respect. Cheshire Puss, she began rather timidly, and 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? That depends a good deal on where you want to go, said the Cat. I don't much care where, said Alice. Then it doesn't matter which way you go, said the Cat. So as long as I go somewhere, Alice added with explanation. Oh, you're sure to do that, said the Cat, if only you walk long enough. Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. What sort of people live about here? In that direction, the cat said, waving its right paw around, lives a hatter, and in that direction, waving the other paw leaves a March hare. Visit either you like, they're both mad. But I don't want to go among mad people, Alice remarked. Oh, you can't help that, said the cat. We're all mad here. I'm mad, you're mad. How do you know I'm mad? Said Alice. You must be, said the Cat, or you wouldn't have come here. Alice didn't think that proved it at all, however, she went on. And how do you know that you're mad to begin with, said the cat. A dog's not mad. You grant that? I suppose so, said Alice. Well 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, I call it purring, not growling, said Alice. Call it what you like, said the cat. Do you play croquet with the Queen today? I should like it very much, said Alice, but I haven't been invited yet. You'll see me there, said the cat, and vanished. Alice was not much surprised at this. She was getting so well used to the queer things happening. While she was still looking at the place where it had been, it suddenly appeared again. By the by, what became of the baby? Said the cat. I'd nearly forgotten to ask. It turned into a pig, alice answered very quietly, just as if the cat had come back in a natural way. I thought it would, said the cat, and vanished again. Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not appear. 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 more 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 the branch of a tree. Did you say pig or fig? Said the cat. I said pig, replied Alice, and I wish that you wouldn't keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly. You make one quite giddy. Alright, so, 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. Well, 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 all my life. She had not gone much further before she came inside 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 such a large house that she did not like to go nearer till she had nibbled some more of the left hand bit of mushroom and she raised herself about 2ft 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 the Hatter instead. End of Chapter six

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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. The 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. Have some wine, the March Hare said in an encouraging tone. Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. I don't see any wine, she remarked. There isn't any, said the March Hare. Then it wasn't very civil of you to offer it, said Alice angrily. It wasn't very civil of you to sit down without being invited, said the March Hare. I didn't know it was your table, said Alice in it's laid for a great many more than three. Your hair wants cutting, said the Hatter. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech. You should learn not to make personal remarks, Alice said with some severity. Its very rude. The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this, but all he said was, why is a raven like a writing desk? Come, we shall have some fun now, thought Alice. I'm glad they've begun asking riddles. I believe I can guess that, she added aloud. Do you mean that you think you can find out the answer to it? Said the March Hare. Exactly so, said Alice. Then you should say what you mean, the March Hare went on. I do, Alice hastily replied. At least, at least I mean what I say. That's the same thing, you know. Not the same thing a bit, said the Hatter. You might just as well say that I see what I eat is the same thing as I eat what I see. You might just as well say, added the March Hare, that I like what I get is the same thing as I get what I like. You might just as well say, added the Dormouse, who seemed to be talking in his sleep, that I breathe when I sleep is the same thing as I sleep when I breathe. It is the same thing with you, said the Hatter. And here the conversation dropped and the party sat silent for a minute while Alice thought over all she could remember about ravens and writing desks, which wasn't much. The Hatter was the first to break the silence. What day of the month is it? He said, turning to Alice. He had taken his watch out of his pocket and was looking at it uneasily, shaking it every now and then and holding it to his ear. Alice considered a little, and then the fourth. Two days wrong, sighed the Hatter. I told you butter wouldn't suit the works, he added, looking angrily at the March Hare. It was the best butter, the March Hare meekly replied. Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well, the Hatter grumbled. You shouldn't have put it in with the bread knife. The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily. Then he dipped it into his cup of tea and looked at it again, but he could think of nothing better to say than his first remark. It was the best butter, you know. Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity. What a funny watch, she remarked. It tells the day of the month and doesn't tell what o' clock it is. Why should it? Muttered the Hatter. Does your watch tell you what year it is? Of course not, Alice replied very readily. But that's because it stays the same year for such a long time together. Which is just the case with mine, said the Hatter. Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. The Hatter's remark seemed to have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainly English. I don't quite understand you, she said as politely as she could. The Dormouse is asleep again, said the Hatter, and he poured a little hot tea upon its nose. The Dormouse shook its head impatiently and said, without opening its eyes, of course, of course. Just what I was going to remark myself. Have you guessed the riddle yet? The Hatter said, turning to Alice again. No, I give it up, Alice replied. What's the answer? I haven't the slightest idea, said the Hatter. Nor I, said the March Hare. Alice sighed wearily. I think you might do something better with the time, she said, than waste it in asking riddles that have no answers. If you knew time as well as I do, said the Hatter, you wouldn't talk about wasting it. It's him. I don't know what you mean, said Alice. Of course you don't, the Hatter said, tossing his head contemptuously. I dare say you never even spoke to time. Perhaps not, alice cautiously replied. But I know I have to beat time when I learn music. Ah, that Accounts for it, said the Hatter. He won't stand beating now. If you only kept on good terms with him, he'd do almost anything you liked. With the clock, for instance. Suppose it were 9 o' clock in the morning, just time to begin lessons. You'd only have to whisper a hint to Time and round goes the clock in a twinkling. Half past one. Time for dinner. I only wish it was, the March Hare said to itself in a whisper. That would be grand. Certainly, said Alice thoughtfully. But then I shouldn't be hungry for it, you know. Not at first, perhaps, said the Hatter. But you could keep it to half past one as long as you liked. Is that the way you manage? Alice asked. The Hatter shook his head mournfully. Not I, he replied. We quarreled last March, just before he went mad, you know, pointing with his teaspoon at the March Hare. It was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat. How I wonder what you're at. You know the song, perhaps? I've heard something like it, said Alice. It goes on, you know, the Hatter continued, in this way. Up above the world you fly Like a tea tray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle. Here the dormouse shook itself and began singing in its sleep, Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle. And went on so long that they had to pinch it to make it stop. Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse, said the Hatter, when the Queen jumped up and bawled, he's murdering the time. Off with his head. How dreadfully savage. Exclaimed Alice. And ever since that the Hatter went on in a mournful tone. He won't do a thing I ask. It's always six o'. Clock. Now A bright idea came into Alice's head. Is that the reason so many tea things are put out here? She asked. Yes, that's it, said the Hatter with a sigh. It's always tea time, and we've no time to wash the things between whiles. Then you keep moving round, I suppose, said Alice. Exactly so, said the Hatter, as the things get used up. But what happens when you come to the beginning? Again? Alice ventured to ask. Suppose we change the subject, the March Hare interrupted, yawning. I'm getting tired of this. I vote the young lady tells us a story. I'm afraid I don't know one, said Alice, rather alarmed at the proposal. Then the Dormouse shall. They both cried, wake up, dormouse. And they pinched it on both sides at once. The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. I Wasn't asleep, he said in a hoarse, feeble voice. I heard every word you fellows were saying. Tell us a story, said the March Hare. Yes, please do, pleaded Alice. And be quick about it, added the Hatter, or you'll be asleep again before it's done. Once upon a time there were three little sisters, the Dormouse began in a great hurry, and their names were Elsie, Lacey and Tilly, and they lived at the bottom of a well. What did they live on? Said Alice, who always took a great interest in questions of eating and drinking. They lived on treacle, said the Dormouse, after thinking a minute or two. They couldn't have done that, you know, Alice gently remarked. They'd have been ill. So they were, said the Dormouse, very ill. Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary way of living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went. But why did they live at the bottom of a well? Take some more tea, the March Hare said to Alice, very earnestly. I've had nothing yet, Alice replied in an offended tone, so I can't take more. You mean you can't take less, said the Hatter. It's very easy to take more than nothing. Nobody asked your opinion, said Alice. Who's making personal remarks now? The Hatter asked triumphantly. Alice did not quite know what to say to this, so she helped herself to some tea and and bread and butter, and then turned to the Dormouse and repeated her. Why did they live at the bottom of a well? The Dormouse again took a minute or two to think about it. And then it was a treacle. Well, there's no such thing. Alice was beginning very angrily, but the Hatter and the March Hare, and the Dormouse sulkily remarked, if you can't be civil, you'd better finish the story for yourself. No, please go on, Alice said very humbly. I won't interrupt again. I dare say there may be one. One, indeed, said the Dormouse, indignantly. However, he consented to go on. And so these three little sisters, they were learning to draw, you know. What did they draw? Said Alice, quite forgetting her promise. Treacle. Said the Dormouse, without considering at all. This time I want a clean cup, interrupted the Hatter. Let's all move one place on. He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him. The March Hare moved into the Dormouse's place, and Alice, rather unwillingly, took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one who got any advantage from the change, and Alice was a good deal Worse off than before, as the March hare had just upset the milk jug into his plate. Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again. So she began very But I don't understand. Where did they draw the treacle from? You can draw water out of a water well, said the Hatter. So I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle well, eh, stupid? But they were in the well, Alice said to the Dormouse, not choosing to notice this last remark. Of course they were, said the Dormouse. Well, in this answer so confused, poor Alice, that she let the dormouse go on for some time without interrupting it. They were learning to draw. The Dormouse went on yawning and rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy. And they drew all manner of things, everything that begins with an M. Why with an M? Said Alice. Why not? Said the March Hare. Alice was silent. The dormouse had closed its eyes by this time and was going off into a doze. But on being pinched by the Hatter, it woke up again with a little shriek and went, that begins with an M. Such as mouse traps and the moon and memory and muchness, you know, you say things are much of a muchness. Did you ever see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness? Really, now you ask me, said Alice, very much confused, I don't think. Then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter. This piece of rudeness was more than Alice could bear. She got up in great disgust and walked off. The Dormouse fell asleep instantly, and neither of the others took the least notice of her going, though she looked back once or twice, half hoping that they would call after her. The last time she saw them, they were trying to put the dormouse into the teapot. At any rate, I'll never go there again, said Alice as she picked her way through the wood. It's the stupidest tea party I ever was at in all my life. Just as she said this, she noticed that one of the trees had a door leading right into it. That's very curious, she thought, but everything's curious to day. I think I may as well go in at once. And in she went. Once more she found herself in the long hall and close to the little glass table. Now I'll manage better this time, she said to herself, and began by taking the little golden key and unlocking the door that led into the garden. Then she went to work nibbling at the mushroom. She had kept a piece of it in her pocket till she was about a foot high. Then she walked down the little passage. And then she found herself at last in the beautiful garden, among the bright flower beds and the cool fountains. End of Chapter 7 recorded on November 11, 2005 in Oceanside, California.

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Come on then. Roared the Queen and Alice joined the procession, wondering very much what would happen next. It's a very fine day. Said a timid voice at her side. She was walking by the White rabbit who was peeping anxiously into her face. Very, said Alice. Where's the Duchess?

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Said the Rabbit in a low, hurried tone. He looked anxiously over his shoulder as he spoke and then raised himself upon tiptoe, put his mouth close to her ear and whispered, she's under sentence of execution. What for? Said Alice. Did you say what a pity? The Rabbit asked. No I didn't, said Alice. I don't think it's at all a pity, I said. What for? She boxed the Queen's ears. The Rabbit began. Alice gave a little scream of laughter.

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The Rabbit whispered in a frightened tone. The Queen will hear you. You see, she came rather late and the Queen Queen said, get to Your places. Shouted the Queen in a voice of thunder. And people began running about in all directions, tumbling up against each other. However, they got settled down in a minute or two and the game began. Alice thought she'd never seen such a curious croquet ground in her life. It was all ridges and furrows. The balls were live hedgehogs, the mallets live flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and to stand on their hands and feet to make make the arches. The chief difficulty Atlas found at first was in managing her flamingo. She succeeded in getting its body tucked away comfortably enough under her arm with its legs hanging down. But generally, just as she got its neck nicely straightened out and was going to give the hedgehog a blow with its head, it would twist itself round and look up in her face with such a puzzled expression that she could not help bursting out laughing. And when she got its head down and she was going to begin again again, it was very provoking to find that the hedgehog had unrolled itself and was in the act of crawling away. Besides all this, there was generally a ridge or furrow in the way wherever she wanted to send the hedgehog to. And as the doubled up soldiers were always getting up and walking off to other parts of the ground, Alice soon came to the conclusion that it was a very difficult game indeed. The players all played at once without waiting for turns, quarreling all the while and fighting for the hedgehogs looks. And in a very short time the Queen was in a furious fashion and went stamping about and shouting, off with his head, off with her head about. Once in a minute, Alice began to feel very uneasy. To be sure, she had not as yet had any dispute with the Queen, but she knew that it might happen any minute. And then, thought she, what would become of me? They're dreadfully fond of beheading people here. The great wonder is that there's anyone left alive. She was looking about for some way of escape and wondering whether she could get away without being seen, when she noticed a curious appearance in the air. It puzzled her very much at first, but after watching it a minute or two, she made it out to be a grin, and she said to herself, it's the Cheshire Cat. Now I shall have somebody to talk to. How are you getting on? Said the cat, as soon as there was mouth enough for it to speak with. Alice waited till the eyes appeared and then not nodded. It's no use speaking to it, she thought, till its ears have come, or at least one of them in another Minute the whole head appeared. And then Alice put down her flamingo and began an account of the game, feeling very glad she had some one to listen to her. The cat seemed to think that there was enough of it now in sight and no more of it appeared. I don't think they play at all fairly, Alice began in rather a complaining tone, and they all quite quarrel so dreadfully one can't hear oneself speak. And they don't seem to have any rules in particular. At least if there are, nobody attends to them. And you've no idea how confusing it is all the things being alive. For instance, there's the arch I've got to go through next, walking about at the other end of the ground. And I should have croquetted the Queen's hedgehog just now, only it ran away when it saw mine coming. How do you like the Queen? Said the cat in a low voice. Not at all, said Alice. She's so extremely just. Then she noticed that the Queen was close behind her, listening. So she went on. Likely to win that it's hardly worthwhile finishing the game. The Queen smiled and passed on. Who are you talking to? Said the King, going up to Alice and looking at the cat's head with great curiosity. It's a friend of mine, a Cheshire cat, said Alice. Allow me to introduce it. I don't like the look of it at all, said the King. However, it may kiss my hand if it likes. I'd rather not, the cat remarked. Don't be impertinent, said the King. And don't look at me like that. He got behind Alice as he spoke. A cat may look at a king, said Alice. I've read that in some book, but I don't remember where. Well, it must be removed, said the cat King very decidedly. And he called the Queen, who was passing at the moment. My dear, I wish you would have this cat removed. The Queen had only one way of settling all difficulties, great or small. Off with his head, she said without even looking round. I'll fetch the executioner.

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I only wish people knew that then they wouldn't be so stingy about it, you know. She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time, and was a little startled when she heard her voice close to her ear. You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk. I can't tell you just now what the moral of that is, but I shall remember it in a bit. Bit? Perhaps it hasn't won, Alice ventured to remark. Tut tut, child, said the Duchess. Everything's got a moral if only you can find it, and she squeezed herself up closer to Alice's side as she spoke. Alice did not much like keeping so close to her, first because the Duchess was very ugly, and secondly because she was exactly the right height to rest her chin upon Alice's shoulder, and it was an uncomfortably sharp chin. However, she did not like to be rude, so she bored as well as she could. The game's going on rather better now, she said by way of keeping up the conversation a little. Tis so, said the Duchess. And the moral of that is? Oh, tis love. Tis love that makes the world go round, somebody said. Alice whispered that it's done by everybody minding their own business. Ah well, it means much the same thing, said the Duchess, digging her sharp little chin into Alice's shoulder as she and the moral of that is, take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves. How fond she is of finding morals in things, Alice thought to her herself. I dare say you're wondering why I don't put my arm round your waist, the Duchess said after a pause. The reason is that I'm doubtful about the temper of your flamingo. Shall I try the experiment? He might bite, Alice cautiously replied, not feeling at all anxious to have the experiment tried. Very true, said the Duchess. Flamingos and mustard both bite. And the moral of that is, birds of a feather flock together. Only mustard isn't a bird, Alice remarked. Right, as usual, said the Duchess. What a clear way you have of putting things. It's a mineral, I think, said Alice. Of course it is, said the Duchess, who seemed ready to agree to everything that Alice said. There's a large mustard mine near here, and the moral of that is, the more there is of mine, the less there is of yours. Oh, I know. Exclaimed Alice, who had not attended to this last remark. It's a vegetable. It doesn't look like one, but it is. I quite agree with you, said the Duchess. And the moral of that is, be what you would say seem to be. Or if you'd like it put more simply, never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise. I think I should understand that better, Alice said very politely, if I had it written down. But I can't quite follow it as you say it. That's nothing to what I could say if I chose, the Duchess replied in a pleased tone. Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longer than that, said Alice. Oh, don't talk about trouble, said the Duchess. I make you a present of everything I've said as yet. A cheap sort of present, thought Alice. I'm glad they don't give birthday presents like that. But she did not venture to say it out loud. Thinking again? The Duchess asked with another dig of her sharp little chin. I've a right to think, said Alice sharply, for she was beginning to feel a little worried. Just about as much right, said the Duchess, as pigs have to fly. And the moral. But here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess's voice died away, even in the middle of her favorite word, moral, and the arm that was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up, and there stood the Queen in front of them with her arms folded, frowning like a thunderstorm. A fine day, your Majesty, the Duchess began in a low, weak voice. Now I give you fair warning, Shouted The Queen stamping on the ground as she spoke. Either you or your head must be off, and that in about half no time. Take your choice. The Duchess took her choice and was gone in a moment. Let's go on with the game, the Queen said to Alice, and Alice was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followed her back to the croquet ground. The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen's absence and were resting in the shade. However, the moment they saw her, they hurried back to the game, the Queen merely remarking that a moment's delay would cost them their lives. All the time they were playing, the Queen never left off quarreling with the other players and shouting, off with his head or off with her head. Those whom she sentenced were taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course had to leave off being archers to do this, so that by the end of half an hour or so there were no archers left, and all the players except the King, the Queen and Alice were in custody and under sentence of execution. Then the Queen left off quite out of breath, and said to Alice, have you seen the Mock Turtle yet? No, said Alice. I don't even know what a mock turtle is. It's the thing mock turtle soup is made from, said the Queen. I never saw one or heard of one, said Alice. Come on then, said the Queen, and he shall tell you his history. As they walked off together, Alice heard the King say in a low voice to the company generally, you are all pardoned. Come, that's a good thing, she said to herself, for she had felt quite unhappy at the number of executions the Queen had ordered. They very soon came came upon a griffin lying fast asleep in the sun. If you don't know what a griffin is, look at the picture. Up, lazy thing, said the Queen, and take this young lady to see the Mock Turtle and to hear his history. I must go back and see after some executions I have ordered. And she walked off, leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon. 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I'll tell it her, said the Mock Turtle in a deep, hollow tone. Sit down, both of you, and don't speak a word till I've finished. So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice thought to herself, I don't see how he can even finish if he doesn't begin. But she waited patiently. Once, said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, I was a real turtle. These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an occasional exclamation of H'm from the Gryphon and the constant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very nearly getting up and saying, thank you, sir, for your interesting story, but she could not help thinking, there must be more to come. So she sat still and said nothing. When we were little, the Mock Turtle went on at least last, more calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, we went to school in the sea. The master was an old turtle. We used to call him Tortoise. Why did you call him Tortoise if he wasn't one? Alice asked. We called him Tortoise because he taught us, said the Mock Turtle angrily. Really, you are very dull. You ought to be ashamed of yourself for asking such a simple question, added the Gryphon. And then they both sat silent and looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into the earth. At last the Gryphon said to the Mock, drive on, old fellow, don't be all day about it. And he went on in these. Yes, we went to school in the sea, though you mayn't believe it. I never said I didn't interrupt, interrupted Alice. You did, said the Mock Turtle. Hold your tongue, added the Gryphon. Before Alice could speak again, the Mock Turtle went on. We had the best of educations. In fact, we went to school every day. I've been to a day school Too, said Alice. You needn't be so proud as all that. With extras? Asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously. Yes, said Alice. We learned French and music and washing, Said the Mock Turtle. Certainly not, said Alice indignantly. Ah, then yours wasn't a really good school, said the Mock Turtle in a tone of great relief. Now at ours they had at the end of the bill French music and Washington Extra. You couldn't have wanted it much, said Alice. Living at the bottom of the sea, I couldn't afford to learn it, said the Mock Turtle with a sigh. I only took the regular course. What was that? Inquired Alice. Reeling and writhing, of course, to begin with, the Mock Turtle replied, and then the different branches of arithmetic. Arithmetic, ambition, Distraction, Uglification and derision. I never heard of uglification, Alice ventured to say. What is it? The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. What? Never heard of uglifying. It exclaimed. You know what to beautify is, I suppose. Yes, said Alice, doubtful. It means to make anything prettier. Well, then, the Gryphon went on, if you don't know what to uglify is, you are a simpleton. Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questions about it. So she turned to the Mock Turtle and said, what else had you to learn? Well, there was mystery, the Mock Turtle replied, counting off the subjects on his flappers. Mystery Ancient and Modern with seography, then drawling. The Drawling Master was an old conger eel that used to come once a week. He taught us drawling, stretching and fainting in coils. What was that like? Said Alice. Well, I can't show it you myself, the Mock Turtle said. I'm too stiff. And the Gryphon never learnt it hadn't time, said the Gryphon. I went to the Classics Master, though he was an old crab, he was. I never went to him, the Mock Turtle said with a sigh. He taught laughing and grief, they used to say. So he did. So he did, said the Gryphon, sighing in his turn. And both creatures hid their faces in their paws. And how many hours a day did you do lessons? Said Alice, in a hurry to change the subject. Ten hours the first day, said the Mock Turtle, nine the next, and so on. What a curious plan. Exclaimed Alice. That's the reason they are called lessons, the Gryphon remarked, because they lesson from day to day. This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thought it over a little before, before she made her next remark. Then the 11th day must have been a holiday. Of course it was, said The Mock Turtle and how did you manage on the 12th? Alice went on eagerly. That's enough about lessons, the Gryphon interrupted in a very decided tone. Tell her something about the games now. End of Chapter nine

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Thank you, said Alice. It's very interesting. I never knew so much about a whiting before. I can tell you more than that if you like, said the Gryphon. Do you know why it's called a whiting? I never thought about it, said Alice. Why, it does the boots and shoes, the Gryphon replied very solemnly. Alice was thoroughly puzzled. Does the boots and shoes, she repeated in a wondering manner tone. Why, what are your shoes done with? Said the Gryphon. I mean, what makes them so shiny? Alice looked down at them and considered a little before she gave her answer. They're done with blacking, believe boots and shoes under the sea, the Gryphon went on in a deep voice. Are done with whiting. Now you know. And what are they made of? Alice asked in a tone of great curiosity. Soles and eels, of course, the Gryphon replied rather impatiently. Any shrimp could have told you that. If I'd been the whiting, said Alice, whose thoughts were still running on the song, I'd have said to the porpoise, keep back, please, we don't want you with us. They were obliged to have him with them. The Mock Turtle said, no wise fish would go anywhere without a porpoise. Wouldn't it really? Said Alice in a tone of great surprise. Of course not, said the Mock Turtle. Why, if a fish came to me and told me he was going on a journey, I would say, with what, porpoise? Don't you mean purpose? Said Alice. I mean, mean what I say? The Mock Turtle replied in an offended tone, and the Gryphon added, come, let's hear some of your adventures. I could tell you my adventures beginning from this morning, said Alice, a little timidly, but it's no use going back to yesterday because I was a different person. Then explain all that, said the Mock Turtle. No, no, the adventure's first, said the Gryphon in an impatient tone. Explanations take such a dream. Dreadful time. So Alice began telling them her adventures from the time when she first saw the White Rabbit. She was a little nervous about it, just at first. The two creatures got so close to her, one on each side, and opened their eyes and mouths so very wide. But she gained courage as she went on. Her listeners were perfectly quiet till she got to the part about her repeating, you are old Father William to the Caterpillar. And the words all coming different. And then the Mock Turtle drew a long breath and said, that's very curious. It's all about as curious as it can be, said the Griffon. It all came different, the Moth Turtle repeated thoughtfully. I should like to hear her try and repeat something. Something. Now tell her to begin. He looked at the griffin as if he thought it had some kind of authority over Alice. Stand up and repeat. Tis the voice of the sluggard, said the Gryphon. How the creature structures order one about and make one repeat lessons, thought Alice. I might as well be at school at once. However, she got up and began to repeat it, but her head was so full of the lobster quadrille that she hardly knew what she was saying, and the words came very queer indeed. Tis the voice of the lobster, I heard him declare. You have baked me too brown. I must sugar my hair as a duck with its eyelids. So he with his nose trims his belt and his buttons and turns out his toes. When the sands are all dry he is gay as a lark, and will talk in contemptuous tones of the shark. But when the tide rises and sharks are around, his voice has a timid and tremulous sound that's different from what I used to say when I was a child, said the Gryphon. Well, I never heard it before, said the Mock Turtle, but it sounds uncommon nonsense. Alice said nothing. She had sat down with her face in her hands, wondering if anything would ever happen in a natural way again. I should like to have it explained, said the Mock Turtle. She can't explain it, said the griffin hastily. Go on with the next verse. But about his toes, the Mock Turtle persisted. How could he turn turn them out with his nose? You know it's the first position in dancing, Alice said, but was dreadfully puzzled by the whole thing and longed to change the subject. Go on with the next verse, the Gryphon repeated impatiently. It begins, I passed by his garden. Alice did not dare to disobey, though she felt sure it would all come wrong, and she went on in a trembling voice. I passed by his garden and marked with one eye how the owl and the pan panther were sharing pie. The panther took pie crust and gravy and meat, while the owl had the dish as its share of the treat. When the pie was all finished, the owl, as a boon, was kindly permitted to pocket the spoon, while the panther received knife and fork with a growl and concluded the banquet. What is the use of repeating all that stuff? The Mock Turtle interrupted, if you don't Explain it as you go on. It's by far the most common confusing thing I ever heard. Yes, I think you'd better leave off, said the Griffon, and Alice was only too glad to do so. Shall we try another figure of the Lobster quadrille? The Gryphon went on, or would you like the Mock Turtle to sing you a song? Oh, a song, please, if the Mock Turtle would be so kind. Alice replied so eagerly that the Gryphon said in a rather offended tone, h'm no accounting for tastes. Sing her Turtle Soup, will you, old fellow? The Mock Turtle sighed deeply and began in a voice sometimes choked with sobs, to sing, Beautiful soup, so rich and green, Waiting in a hot tureen,

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for such dainties would not stoop? Soup of the evening, beautiful soup, Soup of the evening, beautiful soup, beautiful soup, beautiful soul Soup, Soup of the evening, beautiful, beautiful soup, beautiful soup. Who cares for fish, game, or any other dish? Who would not give all else for two? Pennyworth only of beautiful soup, Pennyworth only of beautiful soup, beautiful soup, beautiful soup, Soup of the evening, beautiful, beautiful soup. Chorus again. Cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle had just begun to repeat it when a cry of the trial's beginning was heard in the distance. Come on. Cried the Gryphon, and taking Alice by the hand, it hurried off without waiting for the end of the song. What trial is it? Alice panted as she ran, but the Gryphon only answered, come on. And ran the faster, while more and more faintly cane carried on the breeze that followed them the melancholy words Soup of the evening, beautiful, beautiful soup. End of chapter 10.

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This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information and to find out how you can volunteer, please visit Librivox.org Recording by R. Francis Smith Sturgeon's Law www.sturgeonslaw.com Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll Chapter 11 the King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their throne when they arrived, with a great crowd assembled about them, all sorts of little birds and beasts, as well as a whole pack of cards. The knave was standing before them in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard him, and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet in one hand and a scroll of parchment in the other. In the very middle of the court was a table with a large dish of tarts upon it. They looked so good that it made Alice quite hungry to look at them. I wish they'd get the trial done, she thought, and hand round the refreshments but there seemed to be no chance of this, so she began looking at everything about her to pass away the time. Alice had never been in a court of justice before, but she had read about them in books, and she was quite pleased to find that she knew the name of nearly everything there. That's the judge, she said to herself, because of his great wig. The judge, by the way, was the King, and as he wore his crown over the wig, he did not look at all comfortable, and it was certainly not becoming. And that's the jury box, thought Alice. And those 12 creatures, she was obliged to say creatures, you see, because some of them were animals and some were birds. I suppose they are the jurors. She said those last words two or three times over to herself, being rather proud of it, for she thought, and rightly too, that very few little girls of her age knew the meaning of it at all. However, jurymen would have done just as well. The 12 jurors were all writing very busily on slates.

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Alice whispered to the Gryphon. They can't have anything to put down yet before the trial's begun. They're putting down their names, the Gryphon whispered in reply, for fear that they should forget them before the end of the trial. Stupid things, alice began in a loud, indignant voice, but she stopped hastily, for the White Rabbit cried out, silence in the court. And the King put on his spectacles and looked anxiously round to make out who was talking. Alice could see as well as if she were looking over their shoulders, that all the jurors were writing down stupid things on their slates, and she could even make out that one of them didn't know how to spell stupid, and that he had to ask his neighbor to tell him a nice muddle their slates'll be in before the trial's over, thought Alice. One of the jurors had a pencil that squeaked this, of course, Alice could not stand, and she went round the court and got behind him, and very soon found an opportunity of taking it away. She did it so quickly that the poor little juror, it was Bill the Lizard, could not make out at all what had become of it. So after hunting all about for it, he was obliged to write with one finger for the rest of the day, and this was of very little use, as it left no mark on the slate. Herald read the accusation, said the king. On this the white rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet and then enrolled the parchment scroll and read as the Queen of Hearts. She made Some tarts, all on a summer day. The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts and took them quite away. Consider your verdict, the king said to the jury. Not yet, not yet. The rabbit hastily interrupted. There's a great deal to come before that. Call the first witness, said the king, and the white rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet and called out first witness. The first witness was the hatter. He came in with a tea cup in one hand and a piece of bread and butter in the other. I beg pardon, your majesty, he began, for bringing these in, but I hadn't quite finished my tea when I was sent for. You ought to have finished, said the king. When did you begin? The hatter looked at the March hare, who had followed him into the court, arm in arm with the dormouse. 14th of March, I think it was, he said. 15th, said the March Hare. 16th, added the dormouse. Write that down, the king said to the jury. And the jury eagerly wrote down all three dates on their slates, and then added them up and reduced the answer to shillings and pence. Take off your hat, the king said to the hatter. It isn't mine, said the hatter. Stolen. The king exclaimed, turning to the jury, who instantly made a memorandum of the fact. I keep them to sell, the hatter added as an explanation. I've none of my own. I am a hatter.

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The queen put on her spectacles and began staring at the hatter, who turned pale and fidgeted. Give your evidence, said the King, and don't be nervous, or I'll have you executed on the spot. This did not seem to encourage the witness at all. He kept shifting from one foot to the other, looking uneasily at the queen, and in his confusion he bit a large piece out of his teacup instead of the bread and butter. Just at this moment Alice felt a very curious sensation, which puzzled her a good deal until she made out what it was. She was beginning to grow larger again, and she thought at first she would get up and leave the court. But on second thoughts, she decided to remain where she was as long as there was room for her. I wish you wouldn't squeeze so, said the dormouse, who was sitting next to her. I can hardly breathe. I can't help it, said Alice, very meekly. I'm growing. You've no right to grow here, said the dormouse. Don't talk nonsense, said Alice more boldly. You know you're growing too. Yes, but I grow at a reasonable pace, said the dormouse. Not in that ridiculous fashion. And he got up very sulkily and crossed over to the other side of the court. All this time the queen had never left off staring at the hatter. And just as the dormouse crossed the court, she said to one of the officers of the court, bring me the list of the singers in the last concert. On which the wretched hatter trembled so that he shook both his shoes off. Give your evidence, the king repeated angrily, or I'll have you executed, whether you're nervous or not. I'm a poor man, your majesty, the hatter began in a trembling voice, and I hadn't begun my tea, not above a week or so. And what with the bread and butter getting so thin, and the twinkling of the tea. The twinkling of the what? Said the king. It began with the tea, the hatter replied. Of course, twinkling begins with the tea, said the king sharply. Do take me for a dunce. Go on, I'm a poor man, the hatter went on, and most things twinkled after that. Only the March hare said I didn't. The March hare interrupted in a great hurry. You did, said the hatter. I deny it, said the March hare. He denies it, said the king. Leave out that part. Well, at any rate, the dormouse said the hatter, went on, looking anxiously round to see if he would deny it too. But the dormouse denied nothing, being fast asleep after that, continued the hatter, I cut some more Breton butter. But what did the dormel say? One of the jury asked. That I can't remember, said the hatter. You must remember, remarked the king, or I'll have you executed. The miserable hatter dropped his teacup and bread and butter, and went down on one knee. I'm a poor man, your majesty, he began. You're a very poor speaker, said the king. Here one of the guinea pigs cheered and was immediately suppressed by the officers of the court, as that is rather a hard word. I will just explain to you how it was done. They had a large canvas bag which tied up at the mouth with strings. Into this they slipped the guinea pig head first, and then sat upon it. I am glad I have seen that done, thought Alice. I have so often read in the newspapers. At the end of trials there were some attempts at applause, which was immediately suppressed by the officers of the court, and I never understood what it meant till now. If that's all you know about it, you may stand down, continued the king. I can't go no lower, said the hatter. I'm on the floor as it is. Then you may sit down. The King replied. Here. The other guinea pig cheered and was suppressed. Come. That finished the guinea pigs, thought Alice. Now we shall get on better. I'd rather finish my tea, said the Hatter, with an anxious look at the Queen, who was reading the list of singers. You may go, said the King, and the hatter hurriedly left the court without even waiting to put his shoes on and just take his head off. Outside, the Queen added to one of the officers, but the hatter was out of sight before the officer could get to the door. Call the next witness, said the King. The next witness was the Duchess's cook. She carried the pepper box in her hand, and Alice guessed who it was even before she got into the court. By the way, the people near the door began sneezing all at once. Give your evidence, said the King. Sant, said the cook. The King looked anxiously at the white Rabbit, who said in a low voice, your Majesty must cross examine this witness. Well, if I must, I must, the King said with a melancholy air, and after folding his arms and frowning at the cook till his eyes were nearly out of sight, he said in a deep voice, what earth hearts made of pepper, mostly, said the cook. Treacle, Said a sleepy voice behind her. Call that dormouse. The Queen shrieked out, Behead that dormouse. Turn that dormouse out of court. Suppress him. Pinch him off with his whiskers. For some minutes the whole court was in confusion, getting the dormouse turned out, and by the time they had settled down again, the cook had disappeared. Never mind, said the King with an air of great relief, call the next witness. And he added in an undertone to the Queen, really, my dear, you must cross examine the next witness. It quite makes my forehead ache. Alice watched the White Rabbit as he fumbled over the list, feeling very curious to see what the next witness would be like. For they haven't gotten much evidence yet, she said to herself. Imagine her surprise when the White Rabbit read out at the top of his shrill little voice the name Alice.

End of chapter 11 this is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, please visit Librivox.org Today's Reading Alice's Adventures in Wonderland Chapter 12 Read by Chris Gorringe Alice's evidence here. Cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the moment the how large she had grown in the last few minutes, and she jumped up in such a hurry that she tipped over the jury box with the edge of her skirt, upsetting all the jurymen on to the heads of the crowd below, and there they lay sprawling about, reminding her very much of a globe of goldfish she had accidentally upset the week before. Oh, I beg your pardon. She exclaimed in a tone of great dismay, and began picking them up again as quickly as she could, for the accident of the goldfish kept running in her head, and she had a vague sort of idea that they must be collected at once and put back into the jury box, or they would die. The trial cannot proceed, said the King in a very grave voice, until all of the jurymen are back in their proper places. All, he repeated with great emphasis, looking hard at Alice as he said so. Alice looked at the jury box and saw that in her haste she had put the lizard in head downwards, and the poor little thing was waving its tail about in a melancholy way. Being quite unable to move, she soon got it out again and put it right. Not that it signifies much, she said to herself, I should think it would be quite as much use in the trial one way up as the other. As soon as the jury had a little recovered from the shock of this being upset, and their slates and pencils had been found and handed back to them, they set to work very diligently to write out a history of the accident. All except the lizard, who seemed too much overcome to do anything but sit with its mouth open, gazing up into the roof of the court. What do you know about this business? The King said to Alice. Nothing, said Alice. Nothing whatever, persisted the King. Nothing whatever, said Alice. That's very important, the King said, turning to the jury. They were just beginning to write this down on their slates when the white rabbit interrupted. Unimportant. Your Majesty means of course, he said in a very respectful tone, but frowning and making faces at him as he spoke. Unimportant, of course. I meant, the king hastily said, and went on to himself in an undertone. Important. Unimportant, unimportant, important, as if he was trying which word sounded best. Some of the jury wrote it down important and some unimportant. Alice could see this as she was near enough to look over their slates. But it doesn't matter a bit, she thought to herself. At this moment the king, who had been for some time busily writing in his notebook, cackled out silence and read out from his book, Rule 42 all persons more than a mile high to leave the court. Everybody looked at Alice. Im not a mile high, said Alice. You are, said the king. Nearly two miles high, added the Queen. Well, I shan't go at any rate, said Alice. Beside, that's not a regular rule. You invented it just now. Its the oldest rule in the book, said the King. Dennis ought to be number one, said Alice. The King turned pale and shut his notebook hastily. Consider your verdict, he said to the jury in a low, trembling voice. There's more evidence to come yet. Please, your majesty, said the White Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry. This paper has just been picked up. What's in it? Said the Queen. I haven't opened it yet, said the White Rabbit. But it seems to be a letter written by the prisoner to. To somebody. It must have been that, said the King. Unless it was written to nobody, which isn't usual, you know. Who is it directed to? Said one of the jurymen. It isn't directed at all, said the white letter. In fact, there's nothing written on the outside. He unfolded the paper as he spoke and added, it isn't a letter after all, it's a set of verses. Are they in the prisoner's handwriting? Asked another of the jurymen. No they're not, said the White Rabbit. And that's the queerest thing about it. The jury all looked puzzled. He must have imitated somebody else's hand, said the King. The jury all brightened up again. Please, your majesty, said the knave. I didn't write it and they can't prove I did. There's no name signed at the end. If you didn't sign it, said the King, that only makes the matter worse. You must have meant some mischief, or else you'd have signed your name like an honest man. There was a general clapping of hands at this. It was the first really clever thing the King had said that day. That proves his guilt, said the Queen. It proves nothing of the sort, said Alice. Why, you don't even know what they're about. Read them, said the King. The White Rabbit put on his spectacles. Where shall I begin, Please, your majesty? He asked. Begin at the beginning, the king said gravely, and go on till you come to the end, then stop. These were the verses the White Rabbit read. They told me you had been to her and mentioned me to him. She gave me a good character, but said I could not swim. He sent them word I had not gone. We know it to be true. If she would push the matter on, what would become of you? I gave her one, they gave him two, you gave us three or more. They all returned from him to you, though they were mine before. If I or she should chance to be involved in this affair, he trusts to you to set them free exactly as we were. My notion was that you had been before she had this fit an obstacle that came between him and ourselves and it don't let him know she liked them best, for this must ever be a secret kept from all the rest between yourself and me. That's the most important piece of evidence we've heard yet, said the King, rubbing his hands. And now let the jury. If any one of them can explain it, said Alice. She had grown so large in the last few minutes that she wasn't a bit afraid of interrupting him. I'll give him sixpence. I don't believe there's an atom of meaning in it. The jury all wrote this down on their slates. She doesn't believe there's an atom of meaning in it. But none of them attempted to explain the paper. If there's no meaning in it, said the King, that saves a world of trouble, you know, as we needn't try to find any. And yet I don't know, he went on, spreading out the verses on his knee and looking at them all with one eye. I seem to see some meaning in them after all, said I could not swim. You can't swim, can you? He added, turning to the knave. The knave shook his head sadly. Do I look like it? He said, which he certainly did not, being made entirely of cardboard. All right so far, said the King, and he went on muttering over the verses to himself. We know it to be Trothat's, the jury, of course. I gave her one, they gave him two. Why, that must be what he did with the tarts, you know. But it goes on. They all returned from him to you, said Alice. Why, there they are, said the King triumphantly, pointing to the tarts on the table. Nothing can be clearer than that. Then again, before she had this fit. You never had fits, my dear, I think, he said to the Queen. Never, said the Queen, furiously throwing an inkstand at the lizard as she spoke. The unfortunate little Bill had left off writing on his slate with one finger as he found it made no mark, but he now hastily began again, using the ink that was trickling down his face as long as it lasted. Then the words don't fit you, said the King, looking round the court with a smile. There was a dead silence. It's a pun, the King added in an offended tone, and everybody laughed. Let the jury consider their verdict, the King said, for about the 20th time that day. No, no, said the Queen said. Sentence first, verdict afterwards. Snuff and nonsense, said Alice loudly. The idea of having the Sentence first. Hold your tongue, said the Queen, turning purple. I won't, said Alice. Off with her head. The Queen shouted at the top of her voice. Nobody moved. Who cares for you? Said Alice. She had grown to her full size by this time. You are nothing but a pack of cards. At this the whole pack rose up into the air and came flying down upon her. She gave a little scream, half of fright and half of anger, and tried to beat them off, and found herself lying on the bank with her head in the lap of her sister, who was gently brushing away some dead leaves that had fluttered down from the tree upon her face. Wake up, Alice dear, said her sister. Why, what a long sleep you fool had. Oh, I've had such a curious dream, said Alice. And she told her sister as well as she could remember them all these strange adventures of hers that you have just been reading about. And when she had finished, her sister kissed her and said, it was a curious dream, dear, certainly. But now run into your tea, it's getting late. So Alice got up and ran off, thinking while she ran as well she might, what a wonderful dream it had been. But her sister sat still just as she left her, leaning her head on her hand, watching the setting sun, and thinking of little Alice and all her wonderful adventures, till she too began dreaming after a fashion. And this was her dream. First she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the tiny hands were clasped upon her knee and the bright eager eyes were looking up into hers and she could hear the very tones of her voice and see that queer little toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that would always get into her eyes. And still as she listened, or seemed to listen, the whole place around her became alive the strange creatures of her little sister's dream. The long grass rustled at her feet as the white rabbit hurried by. The frightened mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool. She could hear the rattle of the teacups as the March hare and his friends shared their never ending meal, and the shrill voice of the Queen ordering off her unfortunate guests to execution. Once more the pig baby was sneezing on the Duchess's knee while plates and dishes crashed around it. Once more the shriek of the gryphon, the squealing of the lizard's slate pencil and the choking of the suppressed guinea pigs filled the air mixed up with the distant sobs of the miserable mock turtle. So she sat on with closed eyes and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again and all would change to dull reality. The grass would be only rustling in the wind and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds. The rattling teacups would change to tinkling sheep bells and the Queen's shrill cry to the voice of the shepherd boy and the sneeze of the baby. The shriek of the gryphon and all the other queer noises would change, she knew, to the confused clamour of the busy farmyard, while the lowing of the cattle in the distance would take the place of the Mock Turtle's heavy sobs. Lastly, she pictured to herself how this same little sister of hers would in the after time be herself a grown woman, and how she would keep through all her riper years the simple and loving heart of her childhood, and how she would gather about her other little children and make their eyes bright and eager with many a strange tale, perhaps even with the dream of Wonderland of long ago, and how she would feel with all their simple sorrows and find a pleasure in all their simple joys, remembering her own child life and the happy summer days. This is the end of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

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