So she wandered away, through the wood, carrying the ugly little thing with her. And a great job it was to keep hold of it, it wriggled about so. But at last she found out that the _proper_ way was, to keep tight hold of its left foot and its right ear. But don’t _you_ try to hold on to a Baby like that, my Child! There are not many babies that _like_ being nursed in _that_ way! Well, and so the Baby kept grunting, and grunting so that Alice had to say to it, quite seriously, “If you’re going to turn into a _Pig_, my dear, I’ll have nothing more to do with you. Mind now!” And at last she looked down into its face, and what _do_ you think had happened to it? Look at the picture, and see if you can guess. [Illustration] “Why, _that’s_ not the Baby that Alice was nursing, is it?” Ah, I _knew_ you wouldn’t know it again, though I told you to take a good look at it! Yes, it _is_ the Baby. And it’s turned into a little _Pig_! So Alice put it down, and let it trot away into the wood. And she said to herself “It was a _very_ ugly _Baby_: but it makes rather a handsome _Pig_, I think.” Don’t you think she was right? IX. THE CHESHIRE-CAT. All alone, all alone! Poor Alice! No Baby, not even a _Pig_ to keep her company! So you may be sure she was very glad indeed, when she saw the Cheshire-Cat, perched up in a tree, over her head. The Cat has a very nice smile, no doubt: but just look what a lot of teeth it’s got! Isn’t Alice just a _little_ shy of it? Well, yes, a _little_. But then, it couldn’t help having teeth, you know: and it _could_ have helped smiling, supposing it had been cross. So, on the whole, she was _glad_. Doesn’t Alice look very prim, holding her head so straight up, and with her hands behind her, just as if she were going to say her lessons to the Cat! [Illustration] And that reminds me. There’s a little lesson I want to teach _you_, while we’re looking at this picture of Alice and the Cat. Now don’t be in a bad temper about it, my dear Child! It’s a very _little_ lesson indeed! Do you see that Fox-Glove growing close to the tree? And do you know why it’s called a _Fox_-Glove? Perhaps you think it’s got something to do with a Fox? No indeed! _Foxes_ never wear Gloves! The right word is “_Folk’s_-Gloves.” Did you ever hear that Fairies used to be called “the good _Folk_”? Now we’ve finished the lesson, and we’ll wait a minute, till you’ve got your temper again. Well? Do you feel quite good-natured again? No temper-ache? No crossness about the corners of the mouth? Then we’ll go on. “Cheshire Puss!” said Alice. (_Wasn’t_ that a pretty name for a Cat?) “Would you tell me which way I ought to go from here?” And so the Cheshire-Cat told her which way she ought to go, if she wanted to visit the Hatter, and which way to go, to visit the March Hare. “They’re both mad!” said the Cat. And then the Cat vanished away, just like the flame of a candle when it goes out!