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, Iâll write one â but Iâm grown up now,â she added in a sorrowful tone; âat least thereâs no room to grow up any more here .â
âBut then,â thought Alice, âshall I never get any older than I am now? Thatâll be a comfort, one way â never to be an old woman â but then â always to have lessons to learn! Oh, I shouldnât like that!â
âOh, you foolish Alice!â she answered herself. âHow canyou learn lessons in here? Why, thereâs hardly room for you, and no room at all for any lesson-books!â
And so she went on, taking first one side and then the other, and making quite a conversation of it altogether; but after a few minutes she heard a voice outside, and stopped to listen.
âMary Ann! Mary Ann!â said the voice. âFetch me my gloves this moment!â Then came a little pattering of feet on the stairs. Alice knew it was the Rabbit coming to look for her, and she trembled till she shook the house, quite forgetting that she was now about a thousand times as large as the Rabbit, and had no reason to be afraid of it.
Presently the Rabbit came up to the door, and tried to open it; but, as the door opened inwards, and Aliceâs elbow was pressed hard against it, that attempt proved a failure. Alice heard it say to itself âThen Iâll go round and get in at the window.â
âThat you wonât!â thought Alice, and, after waiting till she fancied she heard the Rabbit just under the window, she suddenly spread out her hand, and made a snatch in the air. She did not get hold of anything, but she heard a little shriek and a fall, and a crash of broken glass, from which she concluded that it was just possible it had fallen into a cucumber-frame, or something of the sort.
Next came an angry voice â the Rabbitâs â âPat! Pat! Where are you?â And then a voice she had never heard before, âSure then Iâm here! Digging for apples, yer honour!â
âDigging for apples, indeed!â said the Rabbit angrily. âHere! Come and help me out of this !â (Sounds of more broken glass.)
âNow tell me, Pat, whatâs that in the window?â
âSure, itâs an arm, yer honour!â (He pronounced it âarrum.â)
âAn arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the whole window!â
âSure, it does, yer honour: but itâs an arm for all that.â
âWell, itâs got no business there, at any rate: go and take it away!â
There was a long silence after this, and Alice could only hear whispers now and then; such as, âSure, I donât like it, yer honour, at all, at all!â âDo as I tell you, you coward!â and at last she spread out her hand again, and made another snatch in the air. This time there were two little shrieks, and more sounds of broken glass. âWhat a number of cucumber-frames there must be!â thought Alice. âI wonder what theyâll do next! As for pulling me out of the window, I only wish they could ! Iâm sure I donât want to stay in here any longer!â
She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came a rumbling of little cart-wheels, and the sound of a good many voices all talking together: she made out the words: âWhereâs the other ladder? â Why, I hadnât to bring but one; Billâs got the other â Bill! fetch it here, lad! â Here, put âem up at this corner â No, tie âem together first â they donât reach half high enough yet â Oh! theyâll do well enough; donât be particular â Here, Bill! catch hold of this rope â Will the roof bear? â Mind that loose slate â Oh, itâs coming down! Heads