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‘Tis the voice of the sluggard,‘ said

the Gryphon.

‘How the creatures order one about, and make one re-

peat 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.’

[Note: Later editions continued as fol ows: When the sands

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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 natu-

ral way again.

‘I should like to have it explained,’ said the Mock Turtle.

‘She can’t explain it,’ said the Gryphon hastily. ‘Go on

with the next verse.’

‘But about his toes?’ the Mock Turtle persisted. ‘How

could he 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 impa-

tiently: ‘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 Panther were sharing a pie—‘

[Note: Later editions continued as fol ows: The Panther took

pie-crust, and gravy, and meat, While the Owl had the dish

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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 confusing thing I ever heard!’

‘Yes, I think you’d better leave off,’ said the Gryphon:

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 rath-

er offended tone, ‘Hm! 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 this:—

‘Beautiful Soup, so rich and green,

Waiting in a hot tureen!

^ Who for such dainties would not stoop?

Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!

Soup of the evening, beautiful Soup!

Beau—ootiful Soo—oop!

Beau—ootiful Soo—oop!

Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,

Beautiful, beautiful Soup!

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‘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?

Beau—ootiful Soo—oop!

Beau—ootiful Soo—oop!

Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,

Beautiful, beauti—FUL SOUP!’

‘Chorus again!’ cried the Gryphon, and the Mock Turtle

had just begun to repeat it, when a cry of ‘The trial’s begin-

ning!’ 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 Gry-

phon only answered ‘Come on!’ and ran the faster, while

more and more faintly came, carried on the breeze that

followed them, the melancholy words:—

‘Soo—oop of the e—e—evening,

Beautiful, beautiful Soup!’

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Chapter XI.

Who Stole the Tarts?

The King and Queen of Hearts were seated on their

throne when they arrived, with a great crowd assem-

bled about them—all sorts of little birds and beasts, as well

as the whole pack of cards: the Knave was standing before

them, in chains, with a soldier on each side to guard him;

and near the King was the White Rabbit, with a trumpet

in one hand, and a scroll of parchment in the other. In the

very middle of the court was a table, with a large dish of

tarts upon it: they looked so good, that it made Alice quite

hungry to look at them—‘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 ev-

erything 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, (look at the frontispiece if you want to

see how he did it,) he did not look at all comfortable, and it

was certainly not becoming.

‘And that’s the jury-box,’ thought Alice, ‘and those twelve

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creatures,’ (she was obliged to say ‘creatures,’ you see, be-

cause some of them were animals, and some were birds,) ‘I

suppose they are the jurors.’ She said this last word two or

three times over to herself, being rather proud of it: for she

thought, and rightly too, that very few little girls of her age

knew the meaning of it at all. However, ‘jury-men’ would

have done just as well.

The twelve jurors were all writing very busily on slates.

‘What are they doing?’ 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 whis-

pered in reply, ‘for fear 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, ‘Si-

lence 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 neighbour 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

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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 trum-

pet, and then unrolled the parchment scroll, and read as

follows:—

‘The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts, All on a sum-

mer 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 Rab-

bit blew three blasts on the trumpet, and called out, ‘First

witness!’

The first witness was the Hatter. He came in with a teacup

in one hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. ‘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. ‘Four-

teenth of March, I think it was,’ he said.

‘Fifteenth,’ said the March Hare.

‘Sixteenth,’ 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

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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 in-

stantly made a memorandum of the fact.

‘I keep them to sell,’ the Hatter added as an explanation;

‘I’ve none of my own. I’m a hatter.’

Here 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 ner-

vous, 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:

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‘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 Hat-

ter 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 a T!’ said the King

sharply. ‘Do you 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

breadand-butter—’

‘But what did the Dormouse say?’ one of the jury asked.

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‘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 immediate-

ly 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’m glad I’ve seen that done,’ thought Alice. ‘I’ve so often

read in the newspapers, at the end of trials, ‘There was 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

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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.

‘Shan’t,’ said the cook.

The King looked anxiously at the White Rabbit, who said

in a low voice, ‘Your Majesty must cross-examine THIS wit-

ness.’

‘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 are tarts made of?’

‘Pepper, mostly,’ said the cook.

‘Treacle,’ said a sleepy voice behind her.

‘Collar 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, get-

ting 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

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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 got 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!’

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Chapter XII.

Alice’s Evidence

‘Here!’ cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the

moment how large she had grown in the last few min-

utes, and she jumped up in such a hurry that she tipped over

the jury-box with the edge of her skirt, upsetting all the ju-

rymen 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 col-

lected 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 the jurymen are back in their proper plac-

es— all,’ he repeated with great emphasis, looking hard at

Alice as he said do.

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

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way up as the other.’

As soon as the jury had a little recovered from the shock

of being upset, and their slates and pencils had been found

and handed back to them, they set to work very diligently

to write out a history of the accident, all except the Lizard,

who seemed too much overcome to do anything but sit with

its mouth open, gazing up into the roof of the court.

‘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: ‘ Un important,

your Majesty means, of course,’ he said in a very respectful

tone, but frowning and making faces at him as he spoke.

Un important, of course, I meant,’ the King hastily said,

and went on to himself in an undertone, ‘important—unim-

portant— unimportant—important—’ as if he were 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 note-book, cackled out ‘Silence!’ and

read out from his book, ‘Rule Forty-two. ^ All persons more

than a mile hight to leave the court.’

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Everybody looked at Alice.

I’m 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: ‘besides, that’s

not a regular rule: you invented it just now.’

‘It’s the oldest rule in the book,’ said the King.

‘Then it ought to be Number One,’ said Alice.

The King turned pale, and shut his note-book hastily.

‘Consider your verdict,’ he said to the jury, in a low, trem-

bling voice.

‘There’s more evidence to come yet, please your Majesty,’

said the White Rabbit, jumping up in a great hurry; ‘this pa-

per 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 some-

body.’

‘It must have been that,’ said the King, ‘unless it was writ-

ten 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 Rabbit; ‘in fact,

there’s nothing written on the outside.’ He unfolded the pa-

per 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 they jurymen.

‘No, they’re not,’ said the White Rabbit, ‘and that’s the

queerest thing about it.’ (The jury all looked puzzled.)

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‘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 should push the matter on,

What would become of you?

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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; ‘so 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 down on their slates, ‘ She doesn’t be-

lieve there’s an atom of meaning in it,’ but none of them

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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 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 true—’ that’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, point-

ing 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 ev-

erybody laughed, ‘Let the jury consider their verdict,’ the

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King said, for about the twentieth time that day.

‘No, no!’ said the Queen. ‘Sentence first—verdict after-

wards.’

‘Stuff and nonsense!’ said Alice loudly. ‘The idea of hav-

ing 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’re nothing but a pack of cards!’

At this the whole pack rose up into the air, and came fly-

ing down upon her: she gave a little scream, half of fright

and half of anger, and tried to beat them off, and found her-

self lying on the bank, with her head in the lap of her sister,

who was gently brushing away some dead leaves that had

fluttered down from the trees upon her face.

‘Wake up, Alice dear!’ said her sister; ‘Why, what a long

sleep you’ve 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

in to 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

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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—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 crea-

tures of her little sister’s dream.

The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hur-

ried 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-end-

ing 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 squeaking 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 her-

self 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 sheepbells, and the Queen’s shrill cries to the

voice of the shepherd boy—and the sneeze of the baby, the

shriek of the Gryphon, and all thy other queer noises, would

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change (she knew) to the confused clamour of the busy

farm-yard—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 wom-

an; 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, per-

haps 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.

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Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland Chapter I. Down the Rabbit-Hole Chapter II. The Pool of Tears Chapter III. A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale Chapter IV. The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill Chapter V. Advice from a Caterpillar Chapter VI. Pig and Pepper Chapter VII. A Mad Tea-Party Chapter VIII. The Queen’s Croquet-Ground Chapter IX. The Mock Turtle’s Story Chapter X. The Lobster Quadrille Chapter XI. Who Stole the Tarts? Chapter XII. Alice’s Evidence

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