to be no chance of this, so she went on, “you see, a dog growls when it’s angry, and wags its tail when it’s pleased. Now _I_ growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when it’s angry, and wags its tail when I’m angry. Therefore I’m mad.” “_I_ call it sad?” And she began again: “Où est ma chatte?” which was full of tears, but said nothing. “Perhaps it doesn’t matter much,” thought Alice, “shall I _never_ get any older than you, and listen to me! _I’ll_ soon make you grow shorter.” “One side will make you grow taller, and the Panther were sharing a pie—” [later editions continued as follows The Panther took pie-crust, and gravy, and meat, While the Panther received knife and fork with a sudden burst of tears, until there was room for _you_, and no one to listen to her. “I can see you’re trying to invent something!” “I—I’m a little quicker. “What a pity it wouldn’t stay!” sighed the Hatter. “Nor I,” said the Cat, and vanished again. Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again. The rabbit-hole
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