escape. Jack, who had rolled over and over, jumped
that she had put on one of the Rab-bit’s white kid gloves
dog, you know, with oh! such long cur-ly brown hair! And
“Are you fond—of—of dogs?” The mouse did not speak,
Down, down, down. “Di-nah will miss me to-night,”
a large blue cat-er-pil-lar that sat on the top
up to her head, she tried to get her head down to
could, for her neck would twist round the boughs, and