| This seemed to Alice a good opportunity
for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite
tired and out of breath, and till the puppy' s bark sounded quite faint
in the distance.
`And yet what a dear little puppy it was!' said Alice, as she leant
against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the
leaves: `I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if--if I'd only
been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I'd nearly forgotten that I've got
to grow up again! Let me see- -how IS it to be managed? I suppose I ought
to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what?'
The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all round her at
the flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see anything that
looked like the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances. There
was a large mushroom growing near her, about the same height as herself;
and when she had looked under it, and on both sides of it, and behind it,
it occurred to her that she might as well look and see what was on the
top of it.
She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the
mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large caterpillar, that
was sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah,
and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.
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