A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale\nThe Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill\nAdvice from a Caterpillar\nThe Queen’s Croquet-Ground\nThe Mock Turtle’s Story\nThe Lobster Quadrille\nThere was nothing so _very_ remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it\nso _very_ much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, “Oh\nIn another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how\nin the world she was to get out again\n“Well!” thought Alice to herself, “after such a fall as this, I shall\nthink nothing of tumbling down stairs\nHow brave they’ll all think me\nWhy, I wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off the\ntop of the house!” (Which was very likely true.)\nWould the fall _never_ come to an end\nmany miles I’ve fallen by this time?” she said aloud\ngetting somewhere near the centre of the earth\n“I wonder if I shall fall right _through_\nHow funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk\nwith their heads downward\nPlease, Ma’am, is this New Zealand or Australia?”\n(and she tried to curtsey as she spoke—fancy _curtseying_ as you’re\nfalling through the air\nDo you think you could manage it?) “And what\nan ignorant little girl she’ll think me for asking\nto ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.”\nThere was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began\n“Dinah’ll miss me very much to-night, I should think!”\n(Dinah was the cat.) “I hope they’ll remember her saucer of milk at\nI wish you were down here with me\nno mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that’s\nvery like a mouse, you know\nBut do cats eat bats, I wonder?” And here\nAlice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a\ndreamy sort of way, “Do cats eat bats\ndown she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and\neither the locks were too large, or the key was too small,\nbut at any rate it would not open any of them\nhow I wish I could shut up like a telescope\nIt was all very well to say “Drink me,” but the wise little Alice was\nnot going to do _that_ in a hurry\nAfter a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going\ninto the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice\n“But it’s no use now,” thought poor Alice, “to pretend to be two\nSo she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake\n*      *      *      *      *      *      *\n    *      *      *      *      *      *\n*      *      *      *      *      *      *\n(for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of\n