'I-I'm a little girl, ' said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she remembered the number of changes she had gone through that day.
'A likely story indeed!’ said the Pigeon in a tone of the deepest contempt. 'I've seen a good many little girls in my time, but never
'There's certainly too much pepper in that soup!’ Alice said to herself, as well as she could for sneezing.
There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the Duchess sneezed occasionally; and as for the baby, it was sneezing and howling alternately without a moment's pause. The only things in the kitchen that did not sneeze, were the cook, and a large cat which was sitting on the hearth and grinning from ear to ear.
'Please would you tell me, ' said Alice, a little timidly, for she was not quite sure whether it was good manners for her to speak first, 'why your cat grins like that?’
'It's a Cheshire cat, ' said the Duchess, 'and that's why. Pig!’
She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice quite jumped; but she saw in another moment that it was addressed to the baby, and not to her, so she took courage, and went on again: -
'I didn't know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in fact, I didn't know that cats
CHORUS
(In which the cook and the baby joined): -
'Wow! wow! wow!’
While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept tossing the baby violently up and down, and the poor little thing howled so, that Alice could hardly hear the words: -
CHORUS
'Wow! wow! wow!’
'Here! you may nurse it a bit, if you like!’ the Duchess said to Alice, flinging the baby at her as she spoke. 'I must go and get ready to play croquet with the Queen, ' and she hurried out of the room. The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went out, but it just missed her.
Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a queer-shaped little creature, and held out its arms and legs in all directions, 'just like a star-fish, ' thought Alice. The poor little thing was snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept doubling itself up and straightening itself out again, so that altogether, for the first minute or two, it was as much as she could do to hold it.
As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing it, (which was to twist it up into a sort of knot, and then keep tight hold of its right ear and left foot, so as to prevent its undoing itself,) she carried it out into the open air. '
Alice was just beginning to think to herself, 'Now, what am I to do with this creature when I get it home?’ when it grunted again, so violently, that she looked down into its face in some alarm. This time there could be
So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see it trot away quietly into the wood. 'If it had grown up, ' she said to herself, 'it would have made a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes rather a handsome pig, I think. ' And she began thinking over other children she knew, who might do very well as pigs, and was just saying to herself, 'if one only knew the right way to change them-' when she was a little startled by seeing the Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off.
The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked good-natured, she thought: still it had
'Cheshire Puss, ' she began, rather timidly, as she did not at all know whether it would like the name: however, it only grinned a little wider. 'Come, it's pleased so far, ' thought Alice, and she went on. 'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?’
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to, ' said the Cat.