That WILL be a queer thing
How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spread his claws, And welcome little fishes in With gently smiling jaws said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out.
As she said this she looked down at her hands, and was surprised to see that she had put on one of the Rabbit's little white kid gloves while she was talking. `How CAN I have done that?' she thought. `I must be growing small again.' She got up and went to