. Through the looking-glass and what Alice found there . from the fire. Oh,what fun it 11 be when they see methrough the glass in here, and cantget at me! Then she began looking about, andnoticed that what could be seen from THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS the old room was quite common anduninteresting, but that all the restwas as different as possible. For in-stance, the pictures on the wall nextthe fire seemed to be all alive, and thevery clock on the chimney-piece (youknow you can only see the back of itin the Looking-glass) had got theface of a little old man, and grinnedat her. They dont keep t
. Through the looking-glass and what Alice found there . from the fire. Oh,what fun it 11 be when they see methrough the glass in here, and cantget at me! Then she began looking about, andnoticed that what could be seen from THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS the old room was quite common anduninteresting, but that all the restwas as different as possible. For in-stance, the pictures on the wall nextthe fire seemed to be all alive, and thevery clock on the chimney-piece (youknow you can only see the back of itin the Looking-glass) had got theface of a little old man, and grinnedat her. They dont keep this room so tidyas the other, Alice thought tov- her-self, as she noticed several of the chess-men down on the hearth among thecinders; but in another moment, witha little Oh! of surprise, she wasdown on her hands and knees watch-ing them. The chessmen were walk-ing about, two and two! Here are the Red King and theRed Queen, Alice said (in a whisper,for fear of frightening them); andthere are the White King and theWhite Queen sitting on the edge of 12. t STO«. UENOX FOUNDATIONS LOOKING-GLASS HOUSE the shovel; and here are two Castleswalking arm in arm—I dont thinkthey can hear me/ she went on, asshe put her head closer down, andIm nearly sure they cant see feel somehow as if I was getting in-visible— Here something began squeakingon the table behind Alice, and madeher turn her head just in time to seeone of the White Pawns roll over andbegin kicking; she watched it withgreat curiosity to see what would hap-pen next. It is the voice of my child! theWhite Queen cried out, as she rushedpast the King, so violently that sheknocked him over among the precious Lily! My imperial kit-ten! and she began scrambling wildlyup the side of the fender. Imperial fiddlestick! said the King,rubbing his nose, which had been hurt by the fall. He had a right to be a 13 THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS little annoyed with the Queen, for hewas covered with ashes from head tofoot. Alice w
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