It's Always Tea-time.

She Felt A Little Nervous About This; 'for It Might End, You Know,' Said Alice To Herself, 'in My Going Out Altogether, Like A Candle. I Wonder What I Should Be Like Then?' And She Tried To Fancy What The Flame Of A Candle Looks Like After The Candle Is Blown Out, For She Could Not Remember Ever Having Seen Such A Thing.

Take Care Of The Sense And The Sounds Will Take Care Of Themselves.

Rule Forty-two. All Persons More Than A Mile High To Leave The Court.

'i Beg Your Pardon?' Alice Said With A Puzzled Air. 'i'm Not Offended,' Said Humpty Dumpty.

The Cheshire Cat Only Grinned When It Saw Alice. It Looked Good-natured, She Thought: Still It Had Very Long Claws And A Great Many Teeth, So She Felt It Ought To Be Treated With Respect.