Burning With Curiosity

It Often Runs In Families," She Remarked: "just As A Love For Pastry Does.

If I Had A World Of My Own, Everything Would Be Nonsense. Nothing Would Be What It Is, Because Everything Would Be What It Isn't. And Contrariwise, What It Is, It Wouldn't Be. And What It Wouldn't Be It Would. You See?

Do Let's Pretend That I'm A Hungry Hyena, And You're A Bone!

We Are But Older Children, Dear, Who Fret To Find Our Bedtime Near.

But It's No Use Now," Thought Poor Alice, "to Pretend To Be Two People! Why, There's Ahrdly Enough Of Me Left To Make One Respectable Person!