sight, they were getting so far off)\n“Oh, my poor little feet, I\nwonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears\nLet me see: I’ll give them a new pair of boots every\nAnd she went on planning to herself how she would manage it\ngo by the carrier,” she thought; “and how funny it’ll seem, sending\npresents to one’s own feet\nAnd how odd the directions will look\n_Alice’s Right Foot, Esq., Hearthrug, near the Fender,_ (_with\n“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” said Alice, “a great girl like\nyou,” (she might well say this), “to go on crying in this way\nAfter a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and\nshe hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming\nAlice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she\nkept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: “Dear, dear\nAnd yesterday things went on just as usual\nI wonder if I’ve been changed in the night\nLet me think: was I the\nsame when I got up this morning\nI almost think I can remember feeling\nBut if I’m not the same, the next question is, Who\nBesides, _she’s_ she, and _I’m_ I, and—oh dear, how\nI’ll try if I know all the things I used to know\nLet me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen,\nand four times seven is—oh dear\nI shall never get to twenty at that\nHowever, the Multiplication Table doesn’t signify: let’s try\nLondon is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of\nRome, and Rome—no, _that’s_ all wrong, I’m certain\nmade up my mind about it; if I’m Mabel, I’ll stay down here\nno use their putting their heads down and saying ‘Come up again, dear!’\nI shall only look up and say ‘Who am I then\n“How _can_ I have done that?” she thought\nAnd I declare it’s too bad, that it is!”\nAs she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment,\nshe was up to her chin in salt water\nHer first idea was that\nshe had somehow fallen into the sea, “and in that case I can go back by\nrailway,” she said to herself\n“I wish I hadn’t cried so much!” said Alice, as she swam about, trying\n“I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by\nbeing drowned in my own tears\nThat _will_ be a queer thing, to be\n“Would it be of any use, now,” thought Alice, “to speak to this mouse\nsudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with\n“Oh, I beg your pardon!” cried Alice hastily, afraid that she\nhad hurt the poor animal’s feelings\n“I quite forgot you didn’t like\n“Not like cats!” cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice\n_you_ like cats if you were me?”\n