Become a Professional DJ With Jane

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'That WAS
a narrow escape!' said Alice, a good deal frightened at the sudden change,
but very glad to find herself still in existence; 'and now for the
garden!' and she ran with all speed back to the little door: but, alas!
the little door was shut again, and the little golden key was lying on the
glass table as before, 'and things are worse than ever,' thought the poor
child, 'for I never was so small as this before, never! And I declare it's
too bad, that it is!'

As she said these words her
foot slipped, and in another moment, splash! she was up to her chin in
salt water. Her first idea was that she had somehow fallen into the sea,
'and in that case I can go back by railway,' she said to herself. (Alice
had been to the seaside once in her life, and had come to the general
conclusion, that wherever you go to on the English coast you find a number
of bathing machines in the sea, some children digging in the sand with
wooden spades, then a row of lodging houses, and behind them a railway
station.) However, she soon made out that she was in the pool of tears
which she had wept when she was nine feet high.

'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! That WILL be a queer thing, to be sure! However,
everything is queer to-day.'

Just then she heard
something splashing about in the pool a little way off, and she swam
nearer to make out what it was: at first she thought it must be a walrus
or hippopotamus, but then she remembered how small she was now, and she
soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like
herself.

'Would it be of any use, now,' thought
Alice, 'to speak to this mouse? Everything is so out-of-the-way down here,
that I should think very likely it can talk: at any rate, there's no harm
in trying.' So she began: 'O Mouse, do you know the way out of this pool?
I am very tired of swimming about here, O Mouse!' (Alice thought this must
be the right way of speaking to a mouse: she had never done such a thing
before, but she remembered having seen in her brother's Latin Grammar, 'A
mouse—of a mouse—to a mouse—a mouse—O mouse!') The Mouse looked at her
rather inquisitively, and seemed to her to wink with one of its little
eyes, but it said nothing.

'Perhaps it doesn't
understand English,' thought Alice; 'I daresay it's a French mouse, come
over with William the Conqueror.' (For, with all her knowledge of history,
Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she
began again: 'Ou est ma chatte?' which was the first sentence in her
French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and
seemed to quiver all over with fright. 'Oh, I beg your pardon!' cried
Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings. 'I
quite forgot you didn't like cats.'

'Not like
cats!' cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. 'Would YOU like
cats if you were me?'
'Well, perhaps not,' said Alice in a
soothing tone: 'don't be angry about it. And yet I wish I could show you
our cat Dinah: I think you'd take a fancy to cats if you could only see
her. She is such a dear quiet thing,' Alice went on, half to herself, as
she swam lazily about in the pool, 'and she sits purring so nicely by the
fire, licking her paws and washing her face—and she is such a nice soft
thing to nurse—and she's such a capital one for catching mice—oh, I beg
your pardon!' cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all
over, and she felt certain it must be really offended. 'We won't talk
about her any more if you'd rather not.'

'We
indeed!' cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail.
'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always HATED cats:
nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name again!' />
'I won't indeed!' said Alice, in a great hurry to change
the subject of conversation. 'Are you—are you fond—of—of dogs?' The Mouse
did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: 'There is such a nice little dog
near our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier,
you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when
you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of
things—I can't remember half of them—and it belongs to a farmer, you know,
and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills
all the rats and—oh dear!' cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, 'I'm afraid
I've offended it again!' For the Mouse was swimming away from her as hard
as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it
went.