'
Then a very gentle voice in the distance said, `She must be
labelled "Lass, with care," you know -- '
And after that other voices went on (What a number of people there
are in the carriage!' thought Alice), saying, `She must go by post,
as she's got a head on her -- ' `She must be sent as a message by the
telegraph -- ' `She must draw the train herself the rest of the way
-- ' and so on.
But the gentleman dressed in white paper leaned forwards and
whispered in her ear, `Never mind what they all say, my dear, but
take a return-ticket every time the train stops."
`Indeed I shan't!' Alice said rather impatiently. `I don't belong
to this railway journey at all -- I was in a wood just now -- and I
wish I could get back there.'
`You might make a joke on THAT, said the little voice close to her
ear: `something about "you WOULD if you could," you know.'
`Don't tease so,' said Alice, looking about in vain to see where
the voice came from; `if you're so anxious to have a joke made, why
don't you make one yourself?'
The little voice sighed deeply: it was VERY unhappy, evidently, and
Alice would have said something pitying to comfort it, `If it would
only sigh like other people!' she thought.
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