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"it's Very Good Jam," Said The Queen. "well, I Don't Want Any To-day, At Any Rate." "you Couldn't Have It If You Did Want It," The Queen Said. "the Rule Is Jam Tomorrow And Jam Yesterday But Never Jam To-day." "it Must Come Sometimes To "jam To-day,""alice Objected. "no It Can't," Said The Queen. "it's Jam Every Other Day; To-day Isn't Any Other Day, You Know." "i Don't Understand You," Said Alice. "it's Dreadfully Confusing."

Child Of The Pure, Unclouded Brow And Dreaming Eyes Of Wonder.

Do You Suppose She's A Wildflower?

And Here Alice Began To Get Rather Sleepy, And Went On Saying To Herself, In A Dreamy Sort Of Way, 'do Cats Eat Bats? Do Cats Eat Bats?' And Sometimes, 'do Bats Eat Cats?' For, You See, As She Couldn't Answer Either Question, It Didn't Much Matter Which Way She Put It.

Alice Tried Another Question. "what Sort Of People Live About Here?" "in That Direction," The Cat Said, Waving Its Right Paw Round, "lives A Hatter: And In That Direction," Waving The Other Paw, "lives A March Hare. Visit Either You Like: They're Both Mad." "but I Don't Want To Go Among Mad People," Alice Remarked. "oh, You Can't Help That," Said The Cat: "we're All Mad Here. I'm Mad. You're Mad." "how Do You Know I'm Mad?" Said Alice. "you Must Be," Said The Cat, "or You Wouldn't Have Come Here."