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MIKA002.TXT
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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 daisychain 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 too
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.