OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11 ***

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Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

by Lewis Carroll

THE MILLENNIUM FULCRUM EDITION 3.0

Contents

 CHAPTER I
Down the Rabbit-Hole
 CHAPTER II
A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale
 CHAPTER IV
The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
 CHAPTER V
Advice from a Caterpillar
 CHAPTER VI
The Queen’s Croquet-Ground
 CHAPTER IX
The Mock Turtle’s Story
 CHAPTER X
The Lobster Quadrille
 CHAPTER XI
There was nothing so _very_ remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it
so _very_ much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, “Oh
dear
In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how
in the world she was to get out again
Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had
plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what
was going to happen next
“Well!” thought Alice to herself, “after such a fall as this, I shall
think nothing of tumbling down stairs
How brave they’ll all think me
at home
Why, I wouldn’t say anything about it, even if I fell off the
top of the house!” (Which was very likely true.)

Down, down, down
Would the fall _never_ come to an end
“I wonder how
many miles I’ve fallen by this time?” she said aloud
“I must be
getting somewhere near the centre of the earth
“I wonder if I shall fall right _through_
the earth
How funny it’ll seem to come out among the people that walk
with their heads downward
Please, Ma’am, is this New Zealand or Australia?”
(and she tried to curtsey as she spoke—fancy _curtseying_ as you’re
falling through the air
Do you think you could manage it?) “And what
an ignorant little girl she’ll think me for asking
No, it’ll never do
to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.”

Down, down, down
There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began
talking again
“Dinah’ll miss me very much to-night, I should think!”
(Dinah was the cat.) “I hope they’ll remember her saucer of milk at
tea-time
I wish you were down here with me
There are
no mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that’s
very like a mouse, you know
But do cats eat bats, I wonder?” And here
Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a
dreamy sort of way, “Do cats eat bats
Do cats eat bats?” and
sometimes, “Do bats eat cats?” for, you see, as she couldn’t answer
either question, it didn’t much matter which way she put it
down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and
the fall was over
either the locks were too large, or the key was too small,
but at any rate it would not open any of them
Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not
much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the
passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw
Oh,
how I wish I could shut up like a telescope
I think I could, if I only
knew how to begin.” For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had
happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few things
indeed were really impossible
It was all very well to say “Drink me,” but the wise little Alice was
not going to do _that_ in a hurry
I
wonder what I should be like then?” And she tried to fancy what the
flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could
not remember ever having seen such a thing
After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going
into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice
“But it’s no use now,” thought poor Alice, “to pretend to be two
people
So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cake
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CHAPTER II
Good-bye, feet!”
(for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of
sight, they were getting so far off)
“Oh, my poor little feet, I
wonder who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears
I shall be a great deal too far off to trouble
myself about you: you must manage the best way you can;—but I must be
kind to them,” thought Alice, “or perhaps they won’t walk the way I
want to go
Let me see: I’ll give them a new pair of boots every
Christmas.”

And she went on planning to herself how she would manage it
“They must
go by the carrier,” she thought; “and how funny it’ll seem, sending
presents to one’s own feet
And how odd the directions will look
_Alice’s Right Foot, Esq., Hearthrug, near the Fender,_ (_with
     Alice’s love_)
It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to
look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more
hopeless than ever: she sat down and began to cry again
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” said Alice, “a great girl like
you,” (she might well say this), “to go on crying in this way
Stop
this moment, I tell you!” But she went on all the same, shedding
gallons of tears, until there was a large pool all round her, about
four inches deep and reaching half down the hall
After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and
she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming