_your_ temper!” “Hold your tongue, Ma!” said the young Crab, a little\n“You’re enough to try the patience of an oyster!”\n“I wish I had our Dinah here, I know I do!” said Alice aloud,\naddressing nobody in particular\n“She’d soon fetch it back!”\n“And who is Dinah, if I might venture to ask the question?” said the\nAlice replied eagerly, for she was always ready to talk about her pet:\nAnd she’s such a capital one for catching mice you\nAnd oh, I wish you could see her after the birds\nshe’ll eat a little bird as soon as look at it!”\nThis speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party\nIt’s high time you were all in\nbed!” On various pretexts they all moved off, and Alice was soon left\n“I wish I hadn’t mentioned Dinah!” she said to herself in a melancholy\n“Nobody seems to like her, down here, and I’m sure she’s the best\nI wonder if I shall ever see you\nany more!” And here poor Alice began to cry again, for she felt very\nlonely and low-spirited\nShe’ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are\nVery soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about, and\ncalled out to her in an angry tone, “Why, Mary Ann, what _are_ you\nRun home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and\n“He took me for his housemaid,” she said to herself as she ran\nsurprised he’ll be when he finds out who I am\n“How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself, “to be going messages for\nI suppose Dinah’ll be sending me on messages next!” And she\nbegan fancying the sort of thing that would happen: “‘Miss Alice\nhere directly, and get ready for your walk!’ ‘Coming in a minute,\nthis time with the words “DRINK ME,” but nevertheless she uncorked it\nand put it to her lips\n“I know _something_ interesting is sure to\nhappen,” she said to herself, “whenever I eat or drink anything; so\nI’ll just see what this bottle does\n“It was much pleasanter at home,” thought poor Alice, “when one wasn’t\nalways growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and\nI almost wish I hadn’t gone down that rabbit-hole—and yet—and\nyet—it’s rather curious, you know, this sort of life\n_can_ have happened to me\nWhen I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied\nthat kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of\nThere ought to be a book written about me, that there ought\nThat’ll be a comfort, one way—never to be an old woman—but\nthen—always to have lessons to learn\nOh, I shouldn’t like _that!_”\n“Oh, you foolish Alice!” she answered herself\n“Fetch me my gloves this moment!”\nThen came a little pattering of feet on the stairs\nNext came an angry voice—the Rabbit’s—“Pat\nthen a voice she had never heard before, “Sure then I’m here\nfor apples, yer honour!”\n