There's Nothing A Well-regulated Child Hates So

Alice Had Begun With 'let's Pretend We're Kings And Queens;' And Her Sister, Who Liked Being Exact, Had Argued That They Couldn't, Because There Were Only Two Of Them, And Alice Hand Been Reduced At Last To Say, 'well, You Can Be One Of Them Then, And I'll Be The Rest.

Thy Loving Smile Will Surely Hail The Love-gift Of A Fairy Tale.

Would You Tell Me, Please, Which Way I Ought To Go From Here?" "that Depends A Good Deal On Where You Want To Get To." "i Don't Much Care Where –" "then It Doesn't Matter Which Way You Go.

This Was Charming, No Doubt; But They Shortly Found Out That The Captain They Trusted So Well Had Only One Notion For Crossing The Ocean, And That Was To Tingle His Bell.

It's A Poor Sort Of Memory That Only Works Backwards.