through was more hopeless than ever:  she sat down and began to

cry again.

  `You ought to be ashamed of yourself,' said Alice, `a great

girl like you,' (she might well say this), `to go on crying in

this way!  Stop this moment, I tell you!'  But she went on all

the same, shedding gallons of tears, until there was a large pool

all round her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the

hall.

  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:  he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to

himself as he came, `Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess! Oh! won't she

be savage if I've kept her waiting!'  Alice felt so desperate

that she was ready to ask help of any one; so, when the Rabbit

came near her, she began, in a low, timid voice, `If you please,

sir--'  The Rabbit started violently, dropped the white kid

gloves and the fan, and skurried away into the darkness as hard

as he could go.

  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:

`Dear, dear!  How queer everything is to-day!  And yesterday

things went on just as usual.  I wonder if I've been changed in

the night?  Let me think:  was I the same when I got up this

morning?  I almost think I can remember feeling a little

different.  But if I'm not the same, the next question is, Who in

the world am I?  Ah, THAT'S the great puzzle!'  And she began

thinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age

as herself, to see if she could have been changed for any of

them.

  `I'm sure I'm not Ada,' she said, `for her hair goes in such

long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm

sure I can't be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she,

oh! she knows such a very little!  Besides, SHE'S she, and I'm I,

and--oh dear, how puzzling it all is!  I'll try if I know all the

things I used to know.  Let me see:  four times five is twelve,

and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is--oh dear!

I shall never get to twenty at that rate!  However, the

Multiplication Table doesn't signify:  let's try Geography.

London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome,

and Rome--no, THAT'S all wrong, I'm certain!  I must have been

changed for Mabel!  I'll try and say "How doth the little--"'

and she crossed her hands on her lap as if she were saying lessons, ()