Alice's Adventures in Wonderland eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 72 pages of information about Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.

As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in salt water.  Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea, `and in that case I can go back by railway,’ she said to herself. (Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high.

`I wish I hadn’t cried so much!’ said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. `I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears!  That will be a queer thing, to be sure!  However, everything is queer to-day.’

Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was:  at first she thought it must be a walrus or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.

`Would it be of any use, now,’ thought Alice, `to speak to this mouse?  Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk:  at any rate, there’s no harm in trying.’  So she began:  `O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool?  I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!’ (Alice thought this must be the right way of speaking to a mouse:  she had never done such a thing before, but she remembered having seen in her brother’s Latin Grammar, `A mouse—­of a mouse—­to a mouse—­a mouse—­O mouse!’) The Mouse looked at her rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little eyes, but it said nothing.

`Perhaps it doesn’t understand English,’ thought Alice; `I daresay it’s a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror.’ (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again:  `Ou est ma chatte?’ which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book.  The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. `Oh, I beg your pardon!’ cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal’s feelings. `I quite forgot you didn’t like cats.’

`Not like cats!’ cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. `Would you like cats if you were me?’

`Well, perhaps not,’ said Alice in a soothing tone:  `don’t be angry about it.  And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah:  I think you’d take a fancy to cats if you could only see her.  She is such a dear quiet thing,’ Alice went on, half to herself, as she swam lazily about in the pool, `and she sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking her paws and washing her face—­and she is such a nice soft thing to nurse—­and she’s such a capital one for catching mice—­oh, I beg your pardon!’ cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. `We won’t talk about her any more if you’d rather not.’

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