It'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying "Come up again, dear!" I shall only look up and say "Who am I then? Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I'll come up: if not, I'll stay down here till I'm somebody else"--but, oh dear!' cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, 'I do wish they WOULD put their heads down! I am so VERY tired of being all alone here!

We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near.

You couldn't have it if you DID want it.

One! two! and through and through The vorpal blade went snickersnack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” thought Alice, “without pictures or conversation?

Courtesy is a small act but it packs a mighty wallop.

Some children have the most disagreeable way of getting grown-up