CHAPTER I.
Down the Rabbit-Hole
Down the Rabbit-Hole
The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.
She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled “ORANGE MARMALADE”
CHAPTER II.
The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
The Rabbit Sends in a Little Bill
Still she went on growing, and, as a last resource, she put one arm out of the window, and one foot up the chimney, and said to herself “Now I can do no more, whatever happens. What will become of me?”
CHAPTER III.
Advice from a Caterpillar
Advice from a Caterpillar
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.
“Who are you?” said the Caterpillar
CHAPTER IV.
Pig and Pepper
Pig and Pepper
The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his arm a great letter, nearly as large as himself, and this he handed over to the other, saying, in a solemn tone, “For the Duchess. An invitation from the Queen to play croquet.”
CHAPTER V.
A Mad Tea-Party
A Mad Tea-Party
The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: “No room! No room!” they cried out when they saw Alice coming.
“There’s plenty of room!” said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.
“There’s plenty of room!” said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.
CHAPTER VI.
The Queen’s Croquet-Ground
The Queen’s Croquet-Ground
A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them red.
Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up to them she heard one of them say, “Look out now, Five! Don’t go splashing paint over me like that!”
Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up to them she heard one of them say, “Look out now, Five! Don’t go splashing paint over me like that!”
CHAPTER VII.
Who Stole the Tarts?
Who Stole the Tarts?
“The Queen of Hearts, she made some tarts,
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!”
“Who cares for you?” said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by this time.) “You’re nothing but a pack of cards!”
All on a summer day:
The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts,
And took them quite away!”
“Who cares for you?” said Alice, (she had grown to her full size by this time.) “You’re nothing but a pack of cards!”
