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yourself。'



　　The　baby　grunted　again；　and　Alice　looked　very　anxiously　into

its　face　to　see　what　was　the　matter　with　it。　　There　could　be　no

doubt　that　it　had　a　VERY　turn…up　nose；　much　more　like　a　snout

than　a　real　nose；　also　its　eyes　were　getting　extremely　small　for

a　baby：　　altogether　Alice　did　not　like　the　look　of　the　thing　at

all。　　‘But　perhaps　it　was　only　sobbing；'　she　thought；　and　looked

into　its　eyes　again；　to　see　if　there　were　any　tears。



　　No；　there　were　no　tears。　　‘If　you're　going　to　turn　into　a　pig；

my　dear；'　said　Alice；　seriously；　‘I'll　have　nothing　more　to　do

with　you。　　Mind　now！'　　The　poor　little　thing　sobbed　again　（or

grunted；　it　was　impossible　to　say　which）；　and　they　went　on　for

some　while　in　silence。



　　Alice　was　just　beginning　to　think　to　herself；　‘Now；　what　am　I

to　do　with　this　creature　when　I　get　it　home？'　when　it　grunted

again；　so　violently；　that　she　looked　down　into　its　face　in　some

alarm。　　This　time　there　could　be　NO　mistake　about　it：　　it　was

neither　more　nor　less　than　a　pig；　and　she　felt　that　it　would　be

quite　absurd　for　her　to　carry　it　further。



　　So　she　set　the　little　creature　down；　and　felt　quite　relieved　to

see　it　trot　away　quietly　into　the　wood。　　‘If　it　had　grown　up；'

she　said　to　herself；　‘it　would　have　made　a　dreadfully　ugly　child：

but　it　makes　rather　a　handsome　pig；　I　think。'　　And　she　began

thinking　over　other　children　she　knew；　who　might　do　very　well　as

pigs；　and　was　just　saying　to　herself；　‘if　one　only　knew　the　right

way　to　change　them'　when　she　was　a　little　startled　by　seeing

the　Cheshire　Cat　sitting　on　a　bough　of　a　tree　a　few　yards　off。



　　The　Cat　only　grinned　when　it　saw　Alice。　　It　looked　good…

natured；　she　thought：　　still　it　had　VERY　long　claws　and　a　great

many　teeth；　so　she　felt　that　it　ought　to　be　treated　with　respect。



　　‘Cheshire　Puss；'　she　began；　rather　timidly；　as　she　did　not　at

all　know　whether　it　would　like　the　name：　　however；　it　only

grinned　a　little　wider。　　‘Come；　it's　pleased　so　far；'　thought

Alice；　and　she　went　on。　　‘Would　you　tell　me；　please；　which　way　I

ought　to　go　from　here？'



　　‘That　depends　a　good　deal　on　where　you　want　to　get　to；'　said

the　Cat。



　　‘I　don't　much　care　where'　said　Alice。



　　‘Then　it　doesn't　matter　which　way　you　go；'　said　the　Cat。



　　‘so　long　as　I　get　SOMEWHERE；'　Alice　added　as　an　explanation。



　　‘Oh；　you're　sure　to　do　that；'　said　the　Cat；　‘if　you　only　walk

long　enough。'



　　Alice　felt　that　this　could　not　be　denied；　so　she　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。'



　　Alice　didn't　think　that　proved　it　at　all；　however；　she　went　on

‘And　how　do　you　know　that　you're　mad？'



　　‘To　begin　with；'　said　the　Cat；　‘a　dog's　not　mad。　　You　grant

that？'



　　‘I　suppose　so；'　said　Alice。



　　‘Well；　then；'　the　Cat　went　on；　‘you　see；　a　dog　growls　when　it's

angry；　and　wags　its　tail　when　it's　pleased。　　Now　I　growl　when　I'm

pleased；　and　wag　my　tail　when　I'm　angry。　　Therefore　I'm　mad。'



　　‘I　call　it　purring；　not　growling；'　said　Alice。



　　‘Call　it　what　you　like；'　said　the　Cat。　　‘Do　you　play　croquet

with　the　Queen　to…day？'



　　‘I　should　like　it　very　much；'　said　Alice；　‘but　I　haven't　been

invited　yet。'



　　‘You'll　see　me　there；'　said　the　Cat；　and　vanished。



　　Alice　was　not　much　surprised　at　this；　she　was　getting　so　used

to　queer　things　happening。　　While　she　was　looking　at　the　place

where　it　had　been；　it　suddenly　appeared　again。



　　‘By…the…bye；　what　became　of　the　baby？'　said　the　Cat。　　‘I'd

nearly　forgotten　to　ask。'



　　‘It　turned　into　a　pig；'　Alice　quietly　said；　just　as　if　it　had

come　back　in　a　natural　way。



　　‘I　thought　it　would；'　said　the　Cat；　and　vanished　again。



　　Alice　waited　a　little；　half　expecting　to　see　it　again；　but　it

did　not　appear；　and　after　a　minute　or　two　she　walked　on　in　the

direction　in　which　the　March　Hare　was　said　to　live。　　‘I've　seen

hatters　before；'　she　said　to　herself；　‘the　March　Hare　will　be

much　the　most　interesting；　and　perhaps　as　this　is　May　it　won't　be

raving　madat　least　not　so　mad　as　it　was　in　March。'　　As　she　said

this；　she　looked　up；　and　there　was　the　Cat　again；　sitting　on　a

branch　of　a　tree。



　　‘Did　you　say　pig；　or　fig？'　said　the　Cat。



　　‘I　said　pig；'　replied　Alice；　‘and　I　wish　you　wouldn't　keep

appearing　and　vanishing　so　suddenly：　　you　make　one　quite　giddy。'



　　‘All　right；'　said　the　Cat；　and　this　time　it　vanished　quite　slowly；

beginning　with　the　end　of　the　tail；　and　ending　with　the　grin；

which　remained　some　time　after　the　rest　of　it　had　gone。



　　‘Well！　　I've　often　seen　a　cat　without　a　grin；'　thought　Alice；

‘but　a　grin　without　a　cat！　　It's　the　most　curious　thing　I　ever

saw　in　my　life！'



　　She　had　not　gone　much　farther　before　she　came　in　sight　of　the

house　of　the　March　Hare：　　she　thought　it　must　be　the　right　house；

because　the　chimneys　were　shaped　like　ears　and　the　roof　was

thatched　with　fur。　　It　was　so　large　a　house；　that　she　did　not

like　to　go　nearer　till　she　had　nibbled　some　more　of　the　lefthand

bit　of　mushroom；　and　raised　herself　to　about　two　feet　high：　　even

then　she　walked　up　towards　it　rather　timidly；　saying　to　herself

‘Suppose　it　should　be　raving　mad　after　all！　　I　almost　wish　I'd

gone　to　see　the　Hatter　instead！'