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46 THE RABBIT SENDS
getting out of the room again, no wonder she
felt unhappy.
“It was much pleasanter at home,’ thought
poor Alice, “when one wasn’t always growing
larger and smaller, and being ordered about by
mice and rabbits. I almost wish I hadn’t gone
down that rabbit-hole—and yet—and yet—it’s
rather curious, you know, this sort of life! I
do wonder what can have happened to me!
When I used to read fairy-tales, I fancied that
kind of thing never happened, and now here I
am in the middle of one! There ought to be a
book written about me, that there ought! And
when I grow up, I'll write one—but |’m grown
up now, she added in a sorrowful tone ; “ at least
there’s no room to grow up any more here.”
“But then,” thought Alice, “shall I never
get any older than | am now 2 That'll be a
comfort, one way—never to be an old woman—
but then—always to have lessons to learn! Oh,
I shouldn't like that!”
“Oh, you foolish Alice!” she answered her¬