Once upon a time there were three little sisters, ' the Dormouse began in a great hurry;’and their names were Elsie, Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of a well-
love, 'tis love that makes the world go 'round!'"
"Somebody said," Alice whispered, "that it's done by everybody minding his own business!"
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 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
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.
"You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makes you forget to talk."
"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 advise you to leave off this minute!" She generally gave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it)
I'm better now—all I know is, something comes at me like a Jack-in-the-box and up I goes like a sky-rocket!"
at least I know who I was when I got up this morning, but I think I must have changed several times since then.
