It's Jam Every Other Day: To-day Isn't

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

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?

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!

Would You Tell Me, Please, Which Way I Ought To Go From Here?

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