The Junior Classics, Volume 6: Old-Fashioned Tales
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The Junior Classics, Volume 6: Old-Fashioned Tales
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Alice noticed, with some surprise, that the pebbles were all turning
into little cakes as they lay on the floor, and a bright idea came
into her head. "If I eat one of these cakes," she thought, "it's sure
to make _some_ change in my size; and, as it can't possibly make me
larger, it must make me smaller, I suppose."
So she swallowed one of the cakes, and was delighted to find that she
began shrinking directly. As soon as she was small enough to get
through the door, she ran out of the house, and found quite a crowd of
little animals and birds waiting outside. The poor little Lizard,
Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs, who were
giving it something out of a bottle. They all made a rush at Alice the
moment she appeared; but she ran off as hard as she could, and soon
found herself safe in a thick wood.
"The first thing I've got to do," said Alice to herself, as she
wandered about in the wood, "is to grow to my right size again; and
the second thing is to find my way into that lovely garden. I think
that will be the best plan."
It sounded an excellent plan, no doubt, and very neatly and simply
arranged: the only difficulty was, that she had not the smallest idea
how to set about it; and, while she was peering about anxiously among
the trees, a little sharp bark just over her head made her look up in
a great hurry.
An enormous puppy was looking down at her with large round eyes, and
feebly stretching out one paw, trying to touch her. "Poor little
thing!" said Alice, in a coaxing tone, and she tried hard to whistle
to it; but she was terribly frightened all the time at the thought
that it might be hungry, in which case it would be very likely to eat
her up in spite of all her coaxing.
Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and
held it out to the puppy: whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off
all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick,
and made believe to worry it: then Alice dodged behind a great
thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and, the moment she
appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick,
and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it: then
Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a
cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet,
ran round the thistle again: then the puppy began a series of short
charges at the stick, running a very little way forward each time and
a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it
sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its
mouth, and its great eyes half shut.
This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape: so she
set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath,
and till the puppy's bark sounded quite faint in the distance.
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