For some minutes Alice stood without speaking, looking out in all
directions over the country - and a most curious country it was. There
were a number of tiny little brooks running straight across it from side
to side, and the ground between was divided up into squares by a number of
little green hedges, that reached from brook to brook.
- I declare it's marked out just like a large chessboard! - Alice
said at last. - There ought to be some men moving about somewhere and so
there are! - She added in a tone of delight, and her heart began to beat
quick with excitement as she went on. - It's a great huge game of chess
that's being played - all over the world - if this IS the world at all,
you know. Oh, what fun it is! How I WISH I was one of them! I wouldn't
mind being a Pawn, if only I might join - though of course I should LIKE
to be a Queen, best.
She glanced rather shyly at the real Queen as she said this, but her
companion only smiled pleasantly, and said, - That's easily managed. You
can be the White Queen's Pawn, if you like, as Lily's too young to play;
and you're in the Second Square to began with: when you get to the Eighth
Square you'll be a Queen - Just at this moment, somehow or other, they
began to run.
Alice never could quite make out, in thinking it over afterwards, how
it was that they began: all she remembers is, that they were running hand
in hand, and the Queen went so fast that it was all she could do to keep
up with her: and still the Queen kept crying - Faster! Faster! - but Alice
felt she COULD NOT go faster, thought she had not breath left to say so.
The most curious part of the thing was, that the trees and the other
things round them never changed their places at all: however fast they
went, they never seemed to pass anything. - I wonder if all the things
move along with us? - thought poor puzzled Alice. And the Queen seemed to
guess her thoughts, for she cried, - Faster! Don't try to talk!
Not that Alice had any idea of doing THAT. She felt as if she would
never be able to talk again, she was getting so much out of breath: and
still the Queen cried - Faster! Faster! - and dragged her along. - Are we
nearly there? - Alice managed to pant out at last.
- Nearly there! - the Queen repeated. - Why, we passed it ten minutes
ago! Faster! And they ran on for a time in silence, with the wind
whistling in Alice's ears, and almost blowing her hair off her head, she
fancied.
- Now! Now! - cried the Queen. - Faster! Faster! - And they went so
fast that at last they seemed to skim through the air, hardly touching the
ground with their feet, till suddenly, just as Alice was getting quite
exhausted, they stopped, and she found herself sitting on the ground,
breathless and giddy.
The Queen propped her up against a tree, and said kindly, - You may
rest a little now.
Alice looked round her in great surprise. - Why, I do believe we've
been under this tree the whole time! Everything's just as it was!
- Of course it is, - said the Queen, - what would you have it?
- Well, in OUR country, - said Alice, still panting a little, - you'd
generally get to somewhere else - if you ran very fast for a long time, as
we've been doing.
- A slow sort of country! - said the Queen. - Now, HERE, you see, it
takes all the running YOU can do, to keep in the same place. If you want
to get somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that!
- I'd rather not try, please! - said Alice. - I'm quite content to
stay here - only I AM so hot and thirsty!
- I know what YOU'D like! - the Queen said good-naturedly, taking a
little box out of her pocket. - Have a biscuit?
Alice thought it would not be civil to say - No, - though it wasn't
at all what she wanted. So she took it, and ate it as well as she could:
and it was VERY dry; and she thought she had never been so nearly choked
in all her life.
- While you're refreshing yourself, - said the Queen, - I'll just
take the measurements. - And she took a ribbon out of her pocket, marked
in inches, and began measuring the ground, and sticking little pegs in
here and there.
- At the end of two yards, - she said, putting in a peg to mark the
distance, - I shall give you your directions - have another biscuit?
- No, thank you, - said Alice,:** - one's QUITE enough!
- Thirst quenched, I hope? - said the Queen. Alice did not know what
to say to this, but luckily the Queen did not
wait for an answer, but went on. - At the end of THREE yards I shall
repeat them - for fear of your forgetting them. At then end of FOUR, I
shall say good-bye. And at then end of FIVE, I shall go!
She had got all the pegs put in by this time, and Alice looked on
with great interest as she returned to the tree, and then began slowly
walking down the row.
At the two-yard peg she faced round, and said, - A pawn goes two
squares in its first move, you know. So you'll go VERY quickly through the
Third Square - by railway, I should think - and you'll find yourself in
the Fourth Square in no time. Well, THAT square belongs to Tweedledum and
Tweedledee - the Fifth is mostly water the Sixth belongs to Humpty Dumpty
- But you make no remark?
- I - I didn't know I had to make one - just then, - Alice faltered
out.
- You SHOULD have said, - "It's extremely kind of you to tell me all
this" - however, we'll suppose it said - the Seventh Square is all forest
- however, one of the Knights will show you the way - and in the Eighth
Square we shall be Queens together, and it's all feasting and fun! - Alice
got up and curtseyed, and sat down again.
At the next peg the Queen turned again, and this time she said, -
Speak in French when you can't think of the English for a thing turn out
your toes as you walk - and remember who you are! - She did not wait for
Alice to curtsey this time, but walked on quickly to the next peg, where
she turned for a moment to say - good-bye, - and then hurried on to the
last.
How it happened, Alice never knew, but exactly as she came to the
last peg, she was gone. Whether she vanished into the air, or whether she
ran quickly into the wood ( - and she CAN run very fast! - thought Alice),
there was no way of guessing, but she was gone, and Alice began to
remember that she was a Pawn, and that it would soon be time for her to
move.




CHAPTER III

Looking-Glass Insects

Of course the first thing to do was to make a grand survey of the
country she was going to travel through. - It's something very like
learning geography, - thought Alice, as she stood on tiptoe in hopes of
being able to see a little further. - Principal rivers - there ARE none.
Principal mountains - I'm on the only one, but I don't think it's got any
name. Principal towns - why, what ARE those creatures, making honey down
there? They can't be bees - nobody ever saw bees a mile off, you know -
and for some time she stood silent, watching one of them that was bustling
about among the flowers, poking its proboscis into them, - just as if it
was a regular bee, - thought Alice.
However, this was anything but a regular bee: in fact it was an
elephant - as Alice soon found out, though the idea quite took her breath
away at first. - And what enormous flowers they must be! - was her next
idea. - Something like cottages with the roofs taken off, and stalks put
to them - and what quantities of honey they must make! I think I'll go
down and - no, I won't JUST yet, - she went on, checking herself just as
she was beginning to run down the hill, and trying to find some excuse for
turning shy so suddenly. - It'll never do to go down among them without a
good long branch to brush them away - and what fun it'll be when they ask
me how I like my walk. I shall say -"Oh, I like it well enough - " - (here
came the favourite little toss of the head), - "only it was so dusty and
hot, and the elephants did tease so!"
- I think I'll go down the other way, - she said after a pause: - and
perhaps I may visit the elephants later on. Besides, I do so want to get
into the Third Square!
So with this excuse she ran down the hill and jumped over the first
of the six little brooks.

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- Tickets, please! - said the Guard, putting his head in at the
window. In a moment everybody was holding out a ticket: they were about
the same size as the people, and quite seemed to fill the carriage.
- Now then! Show your ticket, child! - the Guard went on, looking
angrily at Alice. And a great many voices all said together ( - like the
chorus of a song, - thought Alice), - Don't keep him waiting, child! Why,
his time is worth a thousand pounds a minute!
- I'm afraid I haven't got one, - Alice said in a frightened tone: -
there wasn't a ticket-office where I came from." And again the chorus of
voices went on. - There wasn't room for one where she came from. The land
there is worth a thousand pounds an inch!
- Don't make excuses, - said the Guard: - you should have bought one
from the engine-driver. - And once more the chorus of voices went on with
- The man that drives the engine. Why, the smoke alone is worth a thousand
pounds a puff!
Alice thought to herself, - Then there's no use in speaking." The
voices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to her great
surprise, they all THOUGHT in chorus (I hope you understand what THINKING
IN CHORUS means - for I must confess that _I_ don't), - Better say nothing
at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!
- I shall dream about a thousand pounds tonight, I know I shall!
thought Alice.
All this time the Guard was looking at her, first through a
telescope, then through a microscope, and then through an operaglass. At
last he said, - You're travelling the wrong way, - and shut up the window
and went away.
- So young a child, - said the gentleman sitting opposite to her (he
was dressed in white paper), - ought to know which way she's going, even
if she doesn't know her own name!
A Goat, that was sitting next to the gentleman in white, shut his
eyes and said in a loud voice, - She ought to know her way to the
ticket-office, even if she doesn't know her alphabet!
There was a Beetle sitting next to the Goat (it was a very queer
carriage-full of passengers altogether), and, as the rule seemed to be
that they should all speak in turn, HE went on with - She'll have to go
back from here as luggage!
Alice couldn't see who was sitting beyond the Beetle, but a hoarse
voice spoke next. - Change engines - it said, and was obliged to leave
off.
- It sounds like a horse, - Alice thought to herself. And an
extremely small voice, close to her ear, said, - You might make a joke on
that - something about "horse" and "hoarse," you know.
Then a very gentle voice in the distance said, - She must be labelled
"Lass, with care," you know
And after that other voices went on (What a number of people there
are in the carriage! - thought Alice), saying, - She must go by post, as
she's got a head on her - She must be sent as a message by the telegraph -
She must draw the train herself the rest of the way - and so on.
But the gentleman dressed in white paper leaned forwards and
whispered in her ear, - Never mind what they all say, my dear, but take a
return-ticket every time the train stops."
- Indeed I shan't! - Alice said rather impatiently. - I don't belong
to this railway journey at all - I was in a wood just now - and I wish I
could get back there.
- You might make a joke on THAT, said the little voice close to her
ear: - something about "you WOULD if you could," you know.
- Don't tease so, - said Alice, looking about in vain to see where
the voice came from; - if you're so anxious to have a joke made, why don't
you make one yourself?
The little voice sighed deeply: it was VERY unhappy, evidently, and
Alice would have said something pitying to comfort it, - If it would only
sigh like other people! - she thought. But this was such a wonderfully
small sigh, that she wouldn't have heard it at all, if it hadn't come
QUITE close to her ear. The consequence of this was that it tickled her
ear very much, and quite took off her thoughts from the unhappiness of the
poor little creature.
- I know you are a friend, the little voice went on; - a dear friend,
and an old friend. And you won't hurt me, though I AM an insect.
- What kind of insect? - Alice inquired a little anxiously. What she
really wanted to know was, whether it could sting or not, but she thought
this wouldn't be quite a civil question to ask.
- What, then you don't - the little voice began, when it was drowned
by a shrill scream from the engine, and everybody jumped up in alarm,
Alice among the rest.
The Horse, who had put his head out of the window, quietly drew it in
and said, - It's only a brook we have to jump over. - Everybody seemed
satisfied with this, though Alice felt a little nervous at the idea of
trains jumped at all. - However, it'll take us into the Fourth Square,
that's some comfort! - she said to herself. In another moment she felt the
carriage rise straight up into the air, and in her fright she caught at
the thing nearest to her hand. which happened to be the Goat's beard.

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But the beard seemed to melt away as she touched it, and she found
herself sitting quietly under a tree - while the Gnat (for that was the
insect she had been talking to) was balancing itself on a twig just over
her head, and fanning her with its wings.
It certainly was a VERY large Gnat: - about the size of a chicken,
Alice thought. Still, she couldn't feel nervous with it, after they had
been talking together so long.
- then you don't like all insects? - the Gnat went on, as quietly as
if nothing had happened.
- I like them when they can talk, - Alice said. - None of them ever
talk, where _I_ come from.
- What sort of insects do you rejoice in, where YOU come from? - the
Gnat inquired.
- I don't REJOICE in insects at all, - Alice explained, - because I'm
rather afraid of them - at least the large kinds. But I can tell you the
names of some of them."
- Of course they answer to their names? - the Gnat remarked
carelessly.
- I never knew them do it.
- What's the use of their having names the Gnat said, - if they won't
answer to them?
- No use to THEM, - said Alice; - but it's useful to the people who
name them, I suppose. If not, why do things have names at all?
- I can't say, - the Gnat replied. - Further on, in the wood down
there, they've got no names - however, go on with your list of insects:
you're wasting time.
- Well, there's the Horse-fly, - Alice began, counting off the names
on her fingers.
- All right, - said the Gnat: - half way up that bush, you'll see a
Rocking-horse-fly, if you look. It's made entirely of wood, and gets about
by swinging itself from branch to branch.
- What does it live on? - Alice asked, with great curiosity.
- Sap and sawdust, - said the Gnat. - Go on with the list. Alice
looked up at the Rocking-horse-fly with great interest, and
made up her mind that it must have been just repainted, it looked so
bright and sticky; and then she went on.
- And there's the Dragon-fly.
- Look on the branch above your head, - said the Gnat, - and there
you'll find a snap-dragon-fly. Its body is made of plum-pudding, its wings
of holly-leaves, and its head is a raisin burning in brandy.
- And what does it live on?
- Frumenty and mince pie, - the Gnat replied; - and it makes is nest
in a Christmas box.
- And then there's the Butterfly, - Alice went on, after she had
taken a good look at the insect with its head on fire, and had thought to
herself, - I wonder if that's the reason insects are so fond of flying
into candles - because they want to turn into Snap-dragon-flies!
- Crawling at your feet, - said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in
some alarm), - you may observe a Bread-and-Butterfly. Its wings are thin
slices of Bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of
sugar.
- And what does IT live on?
- Weak tea with cream in it. A new difficulty came into Alice's head.
- Supposing it couldn't find
any? - she suggested.
- Then it would die, of course.
- But that must happen very often, - Alice remarked thoughtfully.
- It always happens, - said the Gnat. After this, Alice was silent
for a minute or two, pondering. The Gnat
amused itself meanwhile by humming round and round her head: at last it
settled again and remarked, - I suppose you don't want to lose your name?
- No, indeed, - Alice said, a little anxiously.
- And yet I don't know, - the Gnat went on in a careless tone: - only
think how convenient it would be if you could manage to go home without
it! For instance, if the governess wanted to call you to your lessons, she
would call out "come here - ," and there she would have to leave off,
because there wouldn't be any name for her to all, and of course you
wouldn't have to go, you know.
- That would never do, I'm sure, - said Alice: - the governess would
never think of excusing me lessons for that. If she couldn't remember my
name, she'd call me "Miss!" as the servants do.
- Well. if she said "Miss," and didn't say anything more, - the Gnat
remarked, - of course you'd miss your lessons. That's a joke. I wish YOU
had made it.
- Why do you wish _I_ had made it? - Alice asked. - It's a very bad
one.
But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two large tears came rolling
down its cheeks.
- You shouldn't make jokes, - Alice said, - if it makes you so
unhappy.
Then came another of those melancholy little sighs, and this time the
poor Gnat really seemed to have sighed itself away, for, when Alice looked
up, there was nothing whatever to be seen on the twig, and, as she was
getting quite chilly with sitting still so, long she got up and walked on.
She very soon came to an open field, with a wood on the other side of
it: it looked much darker than the last wood, and Alice felt a LITTLE
timid about going into it. However, on second thoughts, she made up her
mind to go on: - for I certainly won't go BACK, - she thought to herself,
and this was the only way to the Eighth Square.
- This must be the wood, she said thoughtfully to herself, - where
things have no names. I wonder what'll become of MY name when I go in? I
shouldn't like to lose it at all - because they'd have to give me another,
and it would be almost certain to be an ugly one. But then the fun would
be, trying to find the creature that had got my old name! That's just like
the advertisements, you know, when people lose dogs - "ANSWERS TO THE NAME
OF - DASH: - HAD ON A BRASS COLLAR" - just fancy calling everything you
met "Alice," till one of them answered! Only they wouldn't answer at all,
if they were wise.
She was rambling on in this way when she reached the wood: it looked
very cool and shady. - Well, at any rate it's a great comfort, she said as
she stepped under the trees, - after being so hot, to get into the - into
WHAT? - she went on, rather surprised at not being able to think of the
word. - I mean to get under the - under the under THIS, you know! -
putting her hand on the trunk of the tree.
- What DOES it call itself, I wonder? I do believe it's got no name
why, to be sure it hasn't!
She stood silent for a minute, thinking: then she suddenly began
again. - Then it really HAS happened, after all! And how, who am I? I WILL
remember, if I can! I'm determined to do it! - But being determined didn't
help much, and all she could say, after a great deal of puzzling, was, -
L, I KNOW it begins with L!
Just then a Fawn came wandering by: it looked at Alice with its large
gentle eyes, but didn't seem at all frightened. - Here then! Here then! -
Alice said, as he held out her hand and tried to stroke it; but it only
started back a little, and then stood looking at her again.
- What do you call yourself? - the Fawn said at last. Such a soft
sweet voice it had!
- I wish I knew! - thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly, -
Nothing, just now.
- Think again, - it said: - that won't do. Alice thought, but nothing
came of it. - Please, would you tell me
what YOU call yourself? - she said timidly. - I think that might help a
little.
- I'll tell you, of you'll move a little further on, - the Fawn said.
- I can't remember here.
So they walked on together though the wood, Alice with her arms
clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out into
another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air,
and shook itself free from Alice's arms. - I'm a Fawn! - it cried out in a
voice of delight, - and, dear me! you're a human child! - A sudden look of
alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes, and in another moment it had
darted away a full speed.
Alice stood looking after it, almost ready to cry with vexation at
having lost her dear little fellow-traveller so suddenly. - However, I
know my name now. - she said, - that's SOME comfort. Alice - Alice I won't
forget it again. And now, which of these finger-posts ought I to follow, I
wonder?
It was not a very difficult question to answer, as there was only one
road through the wood, and the two finger-posts both pointed along it. -
I'll settle it, - Alice said to herself, - when the road divides and they
point different ways.
But this did not seem likely to happen. She went on and on, a long
way, but wherever the road divided there were sure to be two finger-posts
pointing the same way, one marked - TO TWEEDLEDUM'S HOUSE - and the other
- TO THE HOUSE OF TWEEDLEDEE.
- I do believe, - said Alice at last, - that they live in the same
house! I wonder I never thought of that before - But I can't stay there
long. I'll just call and say "how d'you do?" and ask them the way out of
the wood. If I could only get the Eighth Square before it gets dark! - So
she wandered on, talking to herself as she went, till, on turning a sharp
corner, she came upon two fat little men, so suddenly that she could not
help starting back, but in another moment she recovered herself, feeling
sure that they must be




CHAPTER IV

TWEEDLEDUM AND TWEEDLEDEE


They were standing under a tree, each with an arm round the other's
neck, and Alice knew which was which in a moment, because one of them had
- DUM - embroidered on his collar, and the other - DEE. - I suppose
they've each got "TWEEDLE" round at the back of the collar, - she said to
herself.
They stood so still that she quite forgot they were alive, and she
was just looking round to see if the word "TWEEDLE" was written at the
back of each collar, when she was startled by a voice coming from the one
marked - DUM.
- If you think we're wax-works, - he said, - you ought to pay, you
know. Wax-works weren't made to be looked at for nothing, Nohow!
- Contrariwise, - added the one marked - DEE, - if you think we're
alive, you ought to speak.
- I'm sure I'm very sorry, - was all Alice could say; for the words
of the old song kept ringing through her head like the ticking of a clock,
and she could hardly help saying them out loud:

- Tweedledum and Tweedledee
Agreed to have a battle;
For Tweedledum said Tweedledee
Had spoiled his nice new rattle.

Just then flew down a monstrous crow,
As black as a tar-barrel;
Which frightened both the heroes so,
They quite forgot their quarrel.

- I know what you're thinking about, - said Tweedledum: - but it
isn't so, nohow.
- Contrariwise, - continued Tweedledee, - if it was so, it might be;
and if it were so, it would be; but as it isn't, it ain't. That's logic.
- I was thinking, - Alice said very politely, - which is the best way
out of this wood: it's getting so dark. Would you tell me, please?
But the little men only looked at each other and grinned.
They looked so exactly like a couple of great schoolboys, that Alice
couldn't help pointing her finger at Tweedledum, and saying - First Boy!
- Nohow! - Tweedledum cried out briskly, and shut his mouth up again
with a snap.
- Next Boy! - said Alice, passing on to Tweedledee, though she felt
quite certain he would only shout out "Contrariwise! - and so he did.
- You've been wrong! - cried Tweedledum. - The first thing in a visit
is to say "How d'ye do?" and shake hands! - And here the two brothers gave
each other a hug, and then they held out the two hands that were free, to
shake hands with her.
Alice did not like shaking hands with either of them first, for fear
of hurting the other one's feelings; so, as the best way out of the
difficulty, she took hold of both hands at once: the next moment they were
dancing found in a ring. This seemed quite natural (she remembered
afterwards), and she was not even surprised to hear music playing: it
seemed to come from the tree under which they were dancing, and it was
done (as well as she could make it out) by the branches rubbing one across
the other, like fiddles and fiddle-sticks.
- But it certainly WAS funny, - (Alice said afterwards, when she was
telling her sister the history of all this,) - to find myself singing
"HERE WE GO ROUND THE MULBERRY BUSH." I don't know when I began it, but
somehow I felt as if I'd been singing it a long long time!
The other two dancers were fat, and very soon out of breath. - Four
times round is enough for one dance, - Tweedledum panted out, and they
left off dancing as suddenly as they had begun: the music stopped at the
same moment.
Then they let go of Alice's hands, and stood looking at her for a
minute: there was a rather awkward pause, as Alice didn't know how to
begin a conversation with people she had just been dancing with. - It
would never do to say "How d'ye do?" NOW, - she said to herself: - we seem
to have got beyond that, somehow!
- I hope you're not much tired? - she said at last.
- Nohow. And thank you VERY much for asking, - said Tweedledum.
- So much obliged! - added Tweedledee. - You like poetry?
- Ye-es. pretty well - SOME poetry, - Alice said doubtfully. - Would
you tell me which road leads out of the wood?
- What shall I repeat to her? - said Tweedledee, looking round at
Tweedledum with great solemn eyes, and not noticing Alice's question.
- "THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER" is the longest, - Tweedledum
replied, giving his brother an affectionate hug.
Tweedledee began instantly:

- The sun was shining

Here Alice ventured to interrupt him. - If it's VERY long, - she
said, as politely as she could, - would you please tell me first which
road
Tweedledee smiled gently, and began again:

- The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
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