Through the looking glass and what Alice found there (1902) (14750160871)

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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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oing totake em away. No, but I meant—please, may wewait and pick some? Alice pleaded.If you dont mind stopping the boat for a .minute. 99 THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASS How am I to stop it? said theSheep. If you leave off rowing, it 11stop of itself/ So the boat was left to drift down thestream as it would, till it glided gentlyin among the waving rushes. And thenthe little sleeves were carefully rolledup, and the little arms were plungedin elbow-deep, to get hold of the rushesa good, long way down before break-ing them off; and for a while Aliceforgot all about the Sheep and theknitting as she bent over the side ofthe boat, with just the ends of hertangled hair dipping into the water,while with bright, eager eyes she caughtat one bunch after another of the dar-ling, scented rushes. I only hope the boat wont tippleover! she said to herself. Oh, whata lovely one! Only I couldnt quitereach it. And it certainly did seema little provoking (almost as if ithappened on purpose, she thought) IOO
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The little arms -were plunged in elbow-deep WOOL AND WATER I 111that, though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as the boatglided by, there was always a morelovely one that she couldnt reach. The prettiest are always farther!she said at last, with a sigh at the ob-stinacy of the rushes in growing sofar off, as, with flushed cheeks anddripping hair and hands, she scram-bled back into her place and began toarrange her new-found treasures. What mattered it to her just thenthat the rushes had begun to fade,and to lose all their scent and beauty,from the very moment that she pickedthem? Even real scented rushes, youknow, last only a very little while—and these, being dream-rushes, meltedaway almost like snow, as they layin heaps at her feet—but Alice hardlynoticed this, there were so many othercurious things to think about. They hadnt gone much farther be-fore the blade of one of the oars got fast TOI