Through the looking glass and what Alice found there (1902) (14730342286)

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Title: Through the looking glass and what Alice found there
Year: 1902 (1900s)
Authors: Carroll, Lewis, 1832-1898 Newell, Peter, 1862-1924, ill
Subjects: Fantasy
Publisher: New York and London : Harper & Bros.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS and turned his horses head along theroad by which they had come. Youveonly a few yards to go, he said, downthe hill and over that little brook, andthen youll be a Queen. But youllstay and see me off first? he added,as Alice turned with an eager look inthe direction to which he pointed. IshaVt be long. Youll wait and waveyour handkerchief when I get to thatturn in the road! I think it 11 en-courage me, you see. Of course Ill wait, said Alice; and thank you very much for comingso far — and for the song; I liked itvery much. I hope so, the Knight said, doubt-fully ; but you didnt cry so much asI thought 5rou would. So they shook hands, and then theKnight rode slowly away into the for-est. It wont take long to see himoff, I expect, Alice said to herself, as she stood watching him. There he 172
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And -what rs this on my head ? she exclaimed ITS MY OWN INVENTION goes! Right on his head as usual!However, he gets on again prettyeasily; that comes of having so manythings hung round the horse— Soshe went on talking to herself, as shewatched the horse walking leisurelyalong the road, and the Knight tum-bling off, first on one side and then onthe other. After the fourth or fifthtumble he reached the turn, and thenshe waved her handkerchief to him.and waited till he was out of sight. I hope it encouraged him, shesaid, as she turned to run down the hill;and now for the last brook, and to bea Queen! How grand it sounds! Avery few steps brought her to the edgeof the brook. The Eighth Square atlast! she cried, as she bounded across V V 3? f * * * * * * * and threw herself down to rest on alawn as soft as moss, with little flower- I73 W