For The Snark Was A Boojum, You

She Tried To Fancy What The Flame Of A Candle Is Like After The Candle Is Blown Out, For She Could Not Remember Ever Having Seen Such A Thing.

Well That Was The Silliest Tea Party I Ever Went To! I Am Never Going Back There Again!

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.

Ill Try The Whole Cause, And Condemn You To Death.

And My Heart Is Like Nothing So Much As A Bowl Brimming Over With Quivering Curds!