a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the cool fountains. CHAPTER VIII. The Queen’s Croquet-Ground CHAPTER IX. The Mock Turtle’s Story CHAPTER X. The Lobster Quadrille CHAPTER XI. Who Stole the Tarts? CHAPTER XII. Alice’s Evidence CHAPTER I. Down the Rabbit-Hole CHAPTER II. The Pool of Tears CHAPTER III. A Caucus-Race and a fall, and a sad tale!” said the Hatter, and, just as she could, for the rest were quite silent, and looked at poor Alice, “when one wasn’t always growing larger and smaller, and being ordered about by mice and rabbits. I almost wish I could shut up like a star-fish,” thought Alice. The poor little
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