The Art of Harry Rountree

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Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

The poor little Lizard, Bill, was in the middle, being held up by two guinea-pigs...    So they began solemnly dancing round and round Alice...    "The time has come," the Walrus said...
Alice's Adventures in Wonderland    ...for she had read several nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things,...    The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright.    'I beg your pardon!' said the Mouse, frowning, but very politely: 'Did you speak?'    'Come away, my dears! It's high time you were all in bed!'    'An arm, you goose! Who ever saw one that size? Why, it fills the whole window!'    'And yet you incessantly stand on your head--Do you think, at your age, it is right?'    'I'm NOT a serpent!' said Alice indignantly. 'Let me alone!'    ...the Duchess was sitting on a three-legged stool in the middle, nursing a baby; the cook was leaning over the fire, stirring a large cauldron which seemed to be full of soup.    Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry.    The March Hare took the watch and looked at it gloomily: then he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again...    ...the last time she saw them, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.    'I couldn't help it,' said Five, in a sulky tone; 'Seven jogged my elbow.'    Alice did not much like keeping so close to her...    They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fast asleep in the sun.    'Will you walk a little faster?' said a whiting to a snail.    'But about his toes?' the Mock Turtle persisted.    'I passed by his garden, and marked, with one eye, How the Owl and the Panther were sharing a pie--'    On this the White Rabbit blew three blasts on the trumpet...    ...and she jumped up in such a hurry that she tipped over the jury-box with the edge of her skirt, upsetting all the jurymen on to the heads of the crowd below...    ...but he now hastily began again, using the ink, that was trickling down his face, as long as it lasted.