Soup Of The Evening, Beautiful Soup!

'what Is The Use Of A Book', Thought Alice, 'without Pictures Or Conversations?'

I Wish I Hadn't Cried So Much!” Said Alice, As She Swam About, Trying To Find Her Way Out. I Shall Be Punished For It Now, I Suppose, By Being Drowned In My Own Tears !

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat How I Wonder What You're At! Up Above The World You Fly, Like A Tea-tray In The Sky.

There's Nothing A Well-regulated Child Hates So Much As Regularity. I Believe A Really Healthy Boy Would Thoroughly Enjoy Greek Grammar--if Only He Might Stand On His Head To Learn It!

No, No! The Adventures First, Explanations Take Such A Dreadful Time.