`Here then!
Here then!' Alice said, as he held out her hand and tried to stroke
it; but it only started back a little, and then stood looking at her
again.
`What do you call yourself?' the Fawn said at last. Such a soft
sweet voice it had!
`I wish I knew!' thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly,
`Nothing, just now.'
`Think again,' it said: `that won't do.'
Alice thought, but nothing came of it. `Please, would you tell me
what YOU call yourself?' she said timidly. `I think that might help
a little.'
`I'll tell you, of you'll move a little further on,' the Fawn said.
`I can't remember here.'
So they walked on together though the wood, Alice with her arms
clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out
into another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into
the air, and shook itself free from Alice's arms. `I'm a Fawn!' it
cried out in a voice of delight, `and, dear me! you're a human
child!' A sudden look of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes,
and in another moment it had darted away a full speed.
Alice stood looking after it, almost ready to cry with vexation at
having lost her dear little fellow-traveller so suddenly.
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