Alices Adventures Under Ground | Page 6

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won't talk about cats and dogs any more, if you don't like them!" When
the mouse heard this, it turned and swam slowly back to her: its face
was quite pale, (with passion, Alice thought,) and it said in a trembling
low voice "let's get to the shore, and then I'll tell you my history, and
you'll understand why it is I hate cats and dogs."
It was high time to go, for the pool was getting quite full of birds and
animals that had fallen into it. There was a Duck and a Dodo, a Lory
and an Eaglet, and several other curious creatures. Alice led the way,
and the whole party swam to the shore.
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They were indeed a curious looking party that assembled on the
bank--the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur
clinging close to them--all dripping wet, cross, and uncomfortable. The
first question of course was, how to get dry: they had a consultation
about this, and Alice hardly felt at all surprised at finding herself
talking familiarly with the birds, as if she had known them all her life.
Indeed, she had quite a long argument with the Lory, who at last turned
sulky, and would only say "I am older than you, and must know best,"
and this Alice would not admit without knowing how old the Lory was,

and as the Lory positively refused to tell its age, there was nothing
more to be said.
At last the mouse, who seemed to have some authority among them,
called out "sit down, all of you, and attend to me! I'll soon make you
dry enough!" They all sat down at once, shivering, in a large ring, Alice
in the middle, with her eyes anxiously fixed on the mouse, for she felt
sure she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon.
"Ahem!" said the mouse, with a self-important air, "are you all ready?
This is the driest thing I know. Silence all round, if you please!
"William the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the pope, was
soon submitted to by the English, who wanted leaders, and had been of
late much accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Edwin and Morcar,
the earls of Mercia and Northumbria--"
"Ugh!" said the Lory with a shiver.
"I beg your pardon?" said the mouse, frowning, but very politely, "did
you speak?"
"Not I!" said the Lory hastily.
"I thought you did," said the mouse, "I proceed. Edwin and Morcar, the
earls of Mercia and Northumbria, declared for him; and even Stigand,
the patriotic archbishop of Canterbury, found it advisable to go with
Edgar Atheling to meet William and offer him the crown. William's
conduct was at first moderate--how are you getting on now, dear?" said
the mouse, turning to Alice as it spoke.
"As wet as ever," said poor Alice, "it doesn't seem to dry me at all."
"In that case," said the Dodo solemnly, rising to his feet, "I move that
the meeting adjourn, for the immediate adoption of more energetic
remedies--"
"Speak English!" said the Duck, "I don't know the meaning of half

those long words, and what's more, I don't believe you do either!" And
the Duck quacked a comfortable laugh to itself. Some of the other birds
tittered audibly.
"I only meant to say," said the Dodo in a rather offended tone, "that I
know of a house near here, where we could get the young lady and the
rest of the party dried, and then we could listen comfortably to the story
which I think you were good enough to promise to tell us," bowing
gravely to the mouse.
The mouse made no objection to this, and the whole party moved along
the river bank, (for the pool had by this time began to flow out of the
hall, and the edge of it was fringed with rushes and forget-me-nots,) in
a slow procession, the Dodo leading the way. After a time the Dodo
became impatient, and, leaving the Duck to bring up the rest of the
party, moved on at a quicker pace with Alice, the Lory, and the Eaglet,
and soon brought them to a little cottage, and there they sat snugly by
the fire, wrapped up in blankets, until the rest of the party had arrived,
and they were all dry again.
Then they all sat down again in a large ring on the bank, and begged
the mouse to begin his story.
"Mine is a long and a sad tale!" said the mouse, turning to Alice, and
sighing.
"It is a long tail, certainly," said Alice, looking down with wonder at
the mouse's tail, which was coiled nearly all round the party, "but why
do you call it