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But I Was Thinking Of A Way To Feed Oneself On Batter, And So Go On From Day To Day Getting A Little Fatter.

Whenever The Horse Stopped (which It Did Very Often), He Fell Off In Front; And, Whenever It Went On Again (which It Generally Did Rather Suddenly), He Fell Off Behind. Otherwise He Kept On Pretty Well, Except That He Had A Habit Of Now And Then Falling Off Sideways; And, As He Generally Did This On The Side On Which Alice Was Walking, She Soon Found That It Was The Best Plan Not To Walk Quite Close To The Horse.

Come, My Child," I Said, Trying To Lead Her Away. "wish Good-bye To The Poor Hare, And Come And Look For Blackberries." "good-bye, Poor Hare!" Sylvie Obediently Repeated, Looking Over Her Shoulder At It As We Turned Away. And Then, All In A Moment, Her Self-command Gave Way. Pulling Her Hand Out Of Mine, She Ran Back To Where The Dead Hare Was Lying, And Flung Herself Down At Its Side In Such An Agony Of Grief As I Could Hardly Have Believed Possible In So Young A Child. "oh, My Darling, My Darling!" She Moaned, Over And Over Again. "and God Meant Your Life To Be So Beautiful!

What Do You Suppose Is The Use Of A Child Without Any Meaning? Even A Joke Should Have Some Meaning-- And A Child's More Imporant Than A Joke, I Hope. You Couldn't Deny That, Even If You Tried With Both Hands.

"i See Nobody On The Road," Said Alice. "i Only Wish I Had Such Eyes," The King Remarked In A Fretful Tone. "to Be Able To See Nobody! And At That Distance Too! Why, It's As Much As I Can Do To See Real People, By This Light."