Pixl

Alice

Alice was begin­ning to get very tired of sit­ting by her sis­ter on the bank, and of hav­ing noth­ing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sis­ter was read­ing, but it had no pic­tures or con­ver­sa­tions in it, ‘and what is the use of a book,’ thought Alice ‘without pic­tures or conversation?’

So she was con­sid­er­ing in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stu­pid), whether the pleas­ure of mak­ing a daisy– chain would be worth the trouble of get­ting up and pick­ing the dais­ies, when sud­denly a White Rab­bit with pink eyes ran close by her.

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! Oh dear! I shall be late!’ (when she thought it over after­wards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite nat­ural); but when the Rab­bit actu­ally took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hur­ried on, Alice star­ted to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rab­bit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burn­ing with curi­os­ity, she ran across the field after it, and for­tu­nately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.

In another moment down went Alice after it, never once con­sid­er­ing how in the world she was to get out again.

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tun­nel for some way, and then dipped sud­denly down, so sud­denly that Alice had not a moment to think about stop­ping her­self before she found her­self fall­ing down a very deep well.

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. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was com­ing to, but it was too dark to see any­thing; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cup­boards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pic­tures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled ‘ORANGE MARMALADE’, but to her great dis­ap­point­ment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing some­body, so man­aged to put it into one of the cup­boards as she fell past it.

‘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.)

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