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"And yet what a dear pup-py it was," said Al-ice, as she stopped to rest
and fanned her-self with a leaf: "I should have liked so much to teach
it tricks, if--if I'd been the right size to do it! Oh dear! I've got to
grow up a-gain! Let me see--how am I to do it? I guess I ought to eat or
drink some-thing, but I don't know what!"
Al-ice looked all round her at the blades of grass, the blooms, the
leaves, but could not see a thing that looked like the right thing to
eat or drink to make her grow.
There was a large mush-room near her, a-bout the same height as she was,
and when she had looked all round it, she thought she might as well look
and see what was on the top of it. She stretched up as tall as she
could, and her eyes met those of a large blue cat-er-pil-lar that sat on
the top with its arms fold-ed, smok-ing a queer pipe with a long stem
that bent and curved round it like a hoop.
CHAPTER V.
A CAT-ER-PIL-LAR TELLS ALICE WHAT TO DO.
The Cat-er-pil-lar looked at Al-ice, and she stared at it, but did not
speak. At last, it took the pipe from its mouth and said, "Who are you?"
Al-ice said, "I'm not sure, sir, who I am just now--I know who I was
when I left home, but I think I have been changed two or three times
since then."
"What do you mean by that?" asked the Cat-er-pil-lar.
"I fear I can't tell you, for I'm sure I don't know, my-self; but to
change so man-y times all in one day, makes one's head swim.
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