And As To Being In A Fright,

I Don't Want To Take Up Literature In A Money-making Spirit, Or Be Very Anxious About Making Large Profits, But Selling It At A Loss Is Another Thing Altogether, And An Amusement I Cannot Well Afford.

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat How I Wonder What You're At! Up Above The World You Fly, Like A Tea-tray In The Sky.

Come, My Child," I Said, Trying To Lead Her Away. "wish Good-bye To The Poor Hare, And Come And Look For Blackberries." "good-bye, Poor Hare!" Sylvie Obediently Repeated, Looking Over Her Shoulder At It As We Turned Away. And Then, All In A Moment, Her Self-command Gave Way. Pulling Her Hand Out Of Mine, She Ran Back To Where The Dead Hare Was Lying, And Flung Herself Down At Its Side In Such An Agony Of Grief As I Could Hardly Have Believed Possible In So Young A Child. "oh, My Darling, My Darling!" She Moaned, Over And Over Again. "and God Meant Your Life To Be So Beautiful!

Do You Know, I Always Thought Unicorns Were Fabulous Monsters, Too? I Never Saw One Alive Before!" Well, Now That We Have Seen Each Other," Said The Unicorn, "if You'll Believe In Me, I'll Believe In You.

"take Some More Tea," The March Hare Said To Alice, Very Earnestly. "i've Had Nothing Yet," Alice Replied In An Offended Tone, "so I Can't Take More."