(You see she didn't like to confess, ever to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.)
And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
I wonder if the snow LOVES the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently?
the dog went away, its temper would remain!”
May I give you a slice?” she said, taking up the knife and fork, and looking from one Queen to the other.
“Certainly not,” the Red Queen said, very decidedly: “it isn't etiquette to cut any one you've been introduced to.
In another moment both Queens were fast asleep, and snoring loud.
he dog would lose its temper, wouldn't it?”
Take a bone from a dog: what remains?”
