If You’ll Believe In Me,

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!

When You Are Describing, A Shape, Or Sound, Or Tint; Don't State The Matter Plainly, But Put It In A Hint; And Learn To Look At All Things, With A Sort Of Mental Squint.

Do You Hear The Snow Against The Windowpanes, Kitty? How Nice And Soft It Sounds! Just As If Some One Was Kissing The Window All Over Outside. I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says, 'go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.' And When They Wake Up In The Summer, Kitty, They Dress Themselves All In Green, And Dance About - Whenever The Wind Blows.

'have Some Wine,' The March Hare Said In An Encouraging Tone. Alice Looked Around The Table, But There Was Nothing On It But Tea. 'i Don't See Any Wine,' She Remarked. 'there Isn't Any,' Said The March Hare.

But I Was Thinking Of A Way To Feed Oneself On Batter, And So Go On From Day To Day Getting A Little Fatter.