You're Thinking About Something, My Dear, And

Who Are You?" This Was Not An Encouraging Opening For A Conversation. Alice Replied, Rather Shyly, I--i Hardly Know, Sir, Just At Present-- At Least I Know Who I Was When I Got Up This Morning, But I Think I Must Have Been Changed Several Times Since Then.

Of Course It Is,’ Said The Duchess, Who Seemed Ready To Agree To Everything That Alice Said; ‘there’s A Large Mustard-mine Near Here. And The Moral Of That Is– “the More There Is Of Mine, The Less There Is Of Yours.

It Takes All The Running You Can Do Just To Keep In The Same Place.

Do You Hear The Snow Against The Windowpanes, Kitty? How Nice And Soft It Sounds! Just As If Some One Was Kissing The Window All Over Outside. I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says, 'go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.' And When They Wake Up In The Summer, Kitty, They Dress Themselves All In Green, And Dance About - Whenever The Wind Blows.

I Mean, What Is An Un-birthday Present?" A Present Given When It Isn't Your Birthday, Of Course." Alice Considered A Little. "i Like Birthday Presents Best," She Said At Last. You Don't Know What You're Talking About!" Cried Humpty Dumpty. "how Many Days Are There In A Year?" Three Hundred And Sixty-five," Said Alice. And How Many Birthdays Have You?" One.