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OF TEARS. 21 “I’m sure those are not the right words," said poor Alice, and her eyes filled with tears again as she went on, “I must be Mabel after all, and | shall have to go and live in that poky little house, and have next to no toys to play with, and oh! ever so many lessons to learn! No, I’ve made up my mind about it; if I’m Mabel, I'll stay dewn here! It'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying ‘Come up again, dear!’ I shall only look up and say ‘Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I’m somebody else’-—but, oh dear!” cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, “I do wish they would put their heads down! I| am so very tired of being all alone here !” As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves while she was talking. “ How can I have done that?” she thought. “I must be growing small
