Down, down, down. ‘There was nothing else to
do, so Alice soon began talking again. “ Dinah’ll
miss me very much to-night, | should think!”
(Dinah was the cat.) “I hope they'll remember
her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah, my dear!
| wish you were down. here with me! There
are no mice in the ai, I’m afraid, but you
might catch a bat, and that’s very lke a mouse,
you know. But de cats eat bats, | wonder ?”
And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and
went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort
of way, “ Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats ¢”
and sometimes, “ Do bats eat cats?” for, you
see, as she couldn't answer either question, it
didn’t much matter which way she put it. She
felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun
to dream that she was walking hand in hand
with Dinah, and was saying to her very
earnestly, “ Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did
you ever eat a bat?” when suddenly, thump!
thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks