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. Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. Lewis Carroll Illustrated by Sir John Tenniel. This web edition published by [email protected] Last updated Wednesday. The story of a girl named Alice who falls down a rabbit hole into a fantasy world populated by peculiar and anthropomorphic creatures. The tale is.
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Alice in wonderland is classic story has been read and reproduced countless times and will always continue to be an amazing piece of literary art. Follow a girl named Alice down the rabbit hole into a place of wonder where oddities, logic and wordplay rule supreme. Encounter all the famous characters from this classic story like the Cheshire Cat who can vanish into thin air, the Mad Hatter who is obsessed with riddles and the merciless Queen of Hearts. This is a land of amazement and where the laws of our world do not apply. Alice must find her way through Wonderland and find a way to get back to her home with all of these strange characters interacting her along the way.
Just then her head struck against the roof of the hall: Poor Alice! It was as much as she could do, lying down on one side, to look through into the garden with one eye; but to get through was more hopeless than ever: Stop this moment, I tell you! After a time she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other: Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking: How queer everything is to-day!
And yesterday things went on just as usual. Let me think: I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. I shall never get to twenty at that rate! I must have been changed for Mabel! I am so very tired of being all alone here!
As she said these words her foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! Alice had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway station.
However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears which she had wept when she was nine feet high. That will be a queer thing, to be sure! However, everything is queer to-day. Just then she heard something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam nearer to make out what it was: Everything is so out-of-the-way down here, that I should think very likely it can talk: I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse! So she began again: The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright.
And yet I wish I could show you our cat Dinah: Our family always hated cats: A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! He says it kills all the rats and — oh dear! It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with the birds and animals that had fallen into it: Alice led the way, and the whole party swam to the shore.
They were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the bank — the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur clinging close to them, and all dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable. The first question of course was, how to get dry again: Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon. This is the driest thing I know.
Silence all round, if you please! The question is, what did the archbishop find? This question the Dodo could not answer without a great deal of thought, and it sat for a long time with one finger pressed upon its forehead the position in which you usually see Shakespeare, in the pictures of him , while the rest waited in silence.
Alice had no idea what to do, and in despair she put her hand in her pocket, and pulled out a box of comfits, luckily the salt water had not got into it , and handed them round as prizes. There was exactly one a-piece all round. Alice thought the whole thing very absurd, but they all looked so grave that she did not dare to laugh; and, as she could not think of anything to say, she simply bowed, and took the thimble, looking as solemn as she could. The next thing was to eat the comfits: However, it was over at last, and they sat down again in a ring, and begged the Mouse to tell them something more.
Let this be a lesson to you never to lose your temper! Alice replied eagerly, for she was always ready to talk about her pet: And oh, I wish you could see her after the birds! This speech caused a remarkable sensation among the party. Some of the birds hurried off at once: Oh, my dear Dinah! I wonder if I shall ever see you any more! In a little while, however, she again heard a little pattering of footsteps in the distance, and she looked up eagerly, half hoping that the Mouse had changed his mind, and was coming back to finish his story.
The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! Where can I have dropped them, I wonder? Run home this moment, and fetch me a pair of gloves and a fan!
Quick, now! She went in without knocking, and hurried upstairs, in great fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the house before she had found the fan and gloves. Come here directly, and get ready for your walk!
By this time she had found her way into a tidy little room with a table in the window, and on it as she had hoped a fan and two or three pairs of tiny white kid gloves: It did so indeed, and much sooner than she had expected: She went on growing, and growing, and very soon had to kneel down on the floor: What will become of me? Luckily for Alice, the little magic bottle had now had its full effect, and she grew no larger: I do wonder what can have happened to me!
When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that kind of thing never happened, and now here I am in the middle of one! There ought to be a book written about me, that there ought! And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes she heard a voice outside, and stopped to listen.
Mary Ann! Alice knew it was the Rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook the house, quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large as the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it.
She did not get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that it was just possible it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort. Where are you? Digging for apples, yer honour! Come and help me out of this! This time there were two little shrieks, and more sounds of broken glass. As for pulling me out of the window, I only wish they could!
She waited for some time without hearing anything more: Heads below! What happened to you? Tell us all about it! Alice noticed with some surprise that the pebbles were all turning into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came into her head. So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get through the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of little animals and birds waiting outside.
The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were giving it something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon found herself safe in a thick wood.
I think that will be the best plan. It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply arranged; the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea how to set about it; and while she was peering about anxiously among the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in a great hurry. An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her.
Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.
Let me see — how is it to be managed? I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what? The great question certainly was, what?
Alice looked all round her at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see anything that looked like the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances.
There was a large mushroom growing near her, about the same height as herself; and when she had looked under it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to her that she might as well look and see what was on the top of it. She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation. Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation. Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned away.
Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. Alice said nothing: This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. In a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and yawned once or twice, and shook itself. Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying to make out which were the two sides of it; and as it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question.
However, at last she stretched her arms round it as far as they would go, and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand. She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but she felt that there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly; so she set to work at once to eat some of the other bit. Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was hardly room to open her mouth; but she did it at last, and managed to swallow a morsel of the lefthand bit.
As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, she tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent.
She had just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry: Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought there was no use in saying anything more till the Pigeon had finished.
Ugh, Serpent! No, no! Alice crouched down among the trees as well as she could, for her neck kept getting entangled among the branches, and every now and then she had to stop and untwist it.
After a while she remembered that she still held the pieces of mushroom in her hands, and she set to work very carefully, nibbling first at one and then at the other, and growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she had succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual height. It was so long since she had been anything near the right size, that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used to it in a few minutes, and began talking to herself, as usual. How puzzling all these changes are!
For a minute or two she stood looking at the house, and wondering what to do next, when suddenly a footman in livery came running out of the wood — she considered him to be a footman because he was in livery: It was opened by another footman in livery, with a round face, and large eyes like a frog; and both footmen, Alice noticed, had powdered hair that curled all over their heads.
She felt very curious to know what it was all about, and crept a little way out of the wood to listen. An invitation from the Queen to play croquet. An invitation for the Duchess to play croquet. Alice laughed so much at this, that she had to run back into the wood for fear of their hearing her; and when she next peeped out the Fish-Footman was gone, and the other was sitting on the ground near the door, staring stupidly up into the sky.
For instance, if you were inside , you might knock, and I could let you out, you know. But at any rate he might answer questions.
It was, no doubt: The Footman seemed to think this a good opportunity for repeating his remark, with variations. The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full of smoke from one end to the other: There was certainly too much of it in the air.
The only things in the kitchen that did not sneeze, were the cook, and a large cat which was sitting on the hearth and grinning from ear to ear. She said the last word with such sudden violence that Alice quite jumped; but she saw in another moment that it was addressed to the baby, and not to her, so she took courage, and went on again: Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark, and thought it would be as well to introduce some other subject of conversation.
While she was trying to fix on one, the cook took the cauldron of soup off the fire, and at once set to work throwing everything within her reach at the Duchess and the baby — the fire-irons came first; then followed a shower of saucepans, plates, and dishes. The Duchess took no notice of them even when they hit her; and the baby was howling so much already, that it was quite impossible to say whether the blows hurt it or not.
Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to see if she meant to take the hint; but the cook was busily stirring the soup, and seemed not to be listening, so she went on again: While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song, she kept tossing the baby violently up and down, and the poor little thing howled so, that Alice could hardly hear the words: The cook threw a frying-pan after her as she went out, but it just missed her.
The poor little thing was snorting like a steam-engine when she caught it, and kept doubling itself up and straightening itself out again, so that altogether, for the first minute or two, it was as much as she could do to hold it.
As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing it, which was to twist it up into a sort of knot, and then keep tight hold of its right ear and left foot, so as to prevent its undoing itself, she carried it out into the open air. The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very anxiously into its face to see what was the matter with it. There could be no doubt that it had a very turn-up nose, much more like a snout than a real nose; also its eyes were getting extremely small for a baby: No, there were no tears.
Mind now! This time there could be no mistake about it: So she set the little creature down, and felt quite relieved to see it trot away quietly into the wood. The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice.
It looked good- natured, she thought: Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried another question. Visit either you like: Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so used to queer things happening.
While she was looking at the place where it had been, it suddenly appeared again. Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it did not appear, and after a minute or two she walked on in the direction in which the March Hare was said to live. She had not gone much farther before she came in sight of the house of the March Hare: It was so large a house, that she did not like to go nearer till she had nibbled some more of the lefthand bit of mushroom, and raised herself to about two feet high: There was a table set out under a tree in front of the house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea at it: The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: No room!
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. He had been looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity, and this was his first speech. The Hatter was the first to break the silence. The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: Alice had been looking over his shoulder with some curiosity.
Alice felt dreadfully puzzled. Alice sighed wearily. Half-past one, time for dinner! The Hatter shook his head mournfully. Off with his head! I vote the young lady tells us a story. The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes. Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinary ways of living would be like, but it puzzled her too much, so she went on: Alice did not quite know what to say to this: I dare say there may be one.
However, he consented to go on. He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: The Hatter was the only one who got any advantage from the change: Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again, so she began very cautiously: Where did they draw the treacle from?
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Ratings and Book Reviews 74 star ratings 74 reviews. Overall rating 4. Yes No Thanks for your feedback! Report as inappropriate. Read it every 5 years for best enjoyment … Show more Show less. Good description in the story. Nice illustrations also. Although because of the good description it was rather long. Amazingly written, imagery beautifully captured. Lacks point at places. Loved all the characters!