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Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

Chapter I

Down the Rabbit-Hole

Alice was boring. She was sitting by her sister on the bank of the river, and doing nothing. Once or twice she looked at the book that her sister held in her hands, but there were no pictures in it. “What is the use of a book,” thought Alice “without pictures or conversations?”

She decided to get up and pick some flowers, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran nearby. There was nothing remarkable in that; but the Rabbit said, “Oh dear! Oh dear! I am late!” Then the Rabbit took a watch out of its pocket, and looked at it. Alice stood up. How strange! A rabbit has pockets, and a watch! She ran across the field after it. The Rabbit jumped into a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

Alice went after it. The rabbit-hole was like a tunnel. Alice began to fall down a deep well. The well was very deep, and she was falling very slowly. Down, down, down. Where is the end?

It took her a long time to go down, and as she went she had time to look at the strange things around her. First she tried to look down, but it was too dark to see. Then she looked at the sides of the well and saw many book-shelves; here and there she saw different maps. She took a jar from one of the shelves as she passed. On it was a label “ORANGE MARMALADE”, but there was no marmalade in it, so she put it back on one of the shelves.

“I’m sure I am going to the centre of the earth,” Alice said aloud. “It is four thousand miles down, I think. But maybe I am falling right through the earth! How funny! The people there walk with their heads downward! I shall ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma’am, is this New Zealand or Australia?”

Down, down, down. Nothing to do. Alice soon began to talk again. “Dinah will miss me very much tonight, I think!” (Dinah was the cat.) “I hope they’ll give her milk. Dinah my dear! Where are you? Why not with me down here? There are no mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you can catch a bat. But do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats? Dinah, tell me the truth: do you eat bats?”

Suddenly, thump! thump! she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves. Alice jumped up on to her feet very fast: she looked up, but it was dark there. Before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit went down it. Alice went like the wind. The Rabbit was saying, “Oh my ears and whiskers, how late, how late!” And he disappeared.

Alice stood in a long, low hall, a row of lamps was hanging from the roof. There were many doors on all sides, but they were all locked. She walked back and forth and tried to think how to get out. Suddenly she saw a little glass table; there was a tiny golden key on it. Alice thought that this was the key to one of the doors of the hall, but when she tried the key in each lock, she found that the locks were too large or the key was too small.

Then Alice noticed a little door about fifteen inches high. She tried the key in the lock, and to her great joy it fitted. Alice opened the door and found a small passage, not larger than a rat-hole. But how to get there? She was too big for that passage. She knelt down and looked through it into a garden of flowers.

Alice went back to the table: this time she found a little bottle on it, which was not there before, and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label with the words “DRINK ME” in large letters.

It was all very well to say “Drink me,” but the wise little Alice said, “No, I’ll look first. Is it marked “poison” or not?” She knew: if you drink much from a bottle marked “poison,” it will certainly make you sick.

However, this bottle was not marked “poison,” so Alice decided to taste it, and found it very nice (it had a taste of a cherry-cake, ice-cream, pine-apple, roast turkey, and hot toast).

“How strange I feel” said Alice; “I am sure I am not so large as I was.”

And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high. She was now the right size to go through the small door and get out to that beautiful garden. So she decided to enter; but, alas for poor Alice! she forgot the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she could not reach it: she was too little. Poor little Alice sat down and cried.

Soon she saw a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which she noticed the words “EAT ME”. “Well, I’ll eat it,” said Alice, “and if I grow larger, I can reach the key; and if I grow smaller, I can creep under the door!”

She soon ate all the cake.

Chapter II

The Pool of Tears

“How strange!” cried Alice; “how tall I am! Good-bye, my feet! Oh, my poor little feet, who will put on your shoes and stockings for you now, dears?”

When she looked down at her feet they were so far off.

“Let me see. I’ll give my feet a new pair of shoes every Christmas.”

She stopped to think: how to send them?

“They must go by mail,” she thought; “how funny! I’ll send shoes to my own feet! How strange the address will be!”

Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: in fact she was now more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key. But she can’t open the door, she is too big. Poor Alice! She sat down and began to cry again.

“Shame on you,” said Alice, “a big girl like you! Don’t cry! Stop at once, I tell you!”

She was 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 some noise. She hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White Rabbit. He was returning, with a pair of white gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other. He was muttering to himself, “Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! She will be angry. Oh! I can’t be late!”

Alice began, in a low, timid voice, “If you please, sir—”

The Rabbit dropped the white gloves and the fan, and ran away into the darkness.

Alice took up the fan and gloves. “Dear, dear! How queer everything is today! And yesterday everything was as usual. Was I changed in the night? Let me think, who am I? Do I know the things that I used to know? Let me see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is—oh dear! I shall never get to twenty at that rate. Let’s try Geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome—no, that’s all wrong, I’m certain! Who am I then?” cried Alice with tears, “I am so tired!”

As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised. She put on one of the Rabbit’s little white gloves. “How could I do that?” she thought. “I am growing small again.”

She got up and went to the table. She was now about two feet high. The cause of this was the fan that she was holding, and she dropped it hastily.

And she ran back to the little door: but, alas! the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the glass table as before. Her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was in salt water. She was in the pool of her own tears!

“I am drowning in my own tears!” said Alice, “Everything is queer today.”

Just then she heard a splash: at first she thought it was a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon understood that it was only a mouse.

“Shall I” thought Alice, “speak to this mouse? I’ll try.” So she began: “O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool? I am very tired, O Mouse!”

The Mouse looked at her, but it said nothing.

“Perhaps it doesn’t understand English,” thought Alice; “Maybe it’s a French mouse.” So she began again: “Où est ma chatte?” It was the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse was in terror.

“Oh, I beg your pardon!” cried Alice hastily. “I quite forgot you didn’t like cats.”

“Didn’t like cats!” cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. “I am a mouse, can’t you see?”

“Yes, yes,” said Alice: “don’t be angry. But there are good cats, for example, our cat Dinah. She is very clever and beautiful. And she likes to catch mice… Oh, I beg your pardon!” cried Alice again. “We won’t talk about Dinah anymore.”

“We indeed!” cried the Mouse. “Our family always hated cats: nasty, low, vulgar animals! Don’t talk about cats again!”

“I won’t!” said Alice. “Do you—do you—like—dogs?” The Mouse did not answer.

“There is such a nice little dog near our house! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! It can do everything—and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it’s so useful, it’s worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the rats and… oh dear!” cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, “I’m sorry!”

The Mouse was swimming away from her very fast. Alice called softly after it, “Mouse dear! Come back again, and we won’t talk about cats or dogs, if you don’t like them!”

When the Mouse heard this, it turned round and swam slowly back to her: its face was quite pale, and it said in a low voice, “Let us get to the shore, and then I’ll tell you my story, and you’ll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs.”

The pool was overcrowded with the birds and animals. Everybody swam to the shore.