New York: Henry Frowde, 1914;
London: Frowde, 1915.
The rabbit started violently and skurried away.
The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water.
The small ones choked and had to be patted on the back.
"No more, thank ye; I'm better now."
"It is a very good height indeed!" said the caterpillar, angrily.
"There's no sort of use in knocking," said the footman.
"Please would you tell me," said Alice, a little timidly, "why your cat grins like that?"
She set the little creature down.
"Very uncomfortable for the dormouse," thought Alice.
Seven flung down his brush, and had just begun, "well, of all the unjust things--"
"Off with her head!"
She was exactly the right height to rest her chin on Alice's shoulder.
They began solemnly dancing round and round Alice.
Here the Queen put on her spectacles and began staring hard at the hatter.
She tipped over the jury box, upsetting all the jurymen on to the heads of the crowd below.
The whole pack rose up into the air, and came flying down upon her.
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