`If you leave off rowing,
it'll stop of itself.
So the boat was left to drift down the stream as it would, till it
glided gently in among the waving rushes. And then the little
sleeves were carefully rolled up, and the little arms were plunged in
elbow-deep to get the rushes a good long way down before breaking
them off -- and for a while Alice forgot all about the Sheep and the
knitting, as she bent over the side of the boat, with just the ends
of her tangled hair dipping into the water -- while with bright eager
eyes she caught at one bunch after another of the darling scented
rushes.
`I only hope the boat won't tipple over!' she said to herself. Oh,
WHAT a lovely one! Only I couldn't quite reach it.' `And it
certainly DID seem a little provoking ( `almost as if it happened on
purpose,' she thought) that, though she managed to pick plenty of
beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always a more
lovely one that she couldn't reach.
`The prettiest are always further!' she said at last, with a sigh
at the obstinacy of the rushes in growing so far off, as, with
flushed cheeks and dripping hair and hands, she scrambled back into
her place, and began to arrange her new-found treasures.
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