'I'm sure I'm not Ada, ' she said, 'for her hair goes in such long ringlets, and mine doesn't go in ringlets at all; and I'm sure I can't be Mabel, for I know all sorts of things, and she, oh! she knows such a very little! Besides,
'I wish I hadn't cried so much!’ said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out. 'I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That
'Perhaps it doesn't understand English, ' thought Alice;’I daresay it's a French mouse, come over with William the Conqueror. ' (For, with all her knowledge of history, Alice had no very clear notion how long ago anything had happened.) So she began again: 'Ou est ma chatte?’ which was the first sentence in her French lesson-book. The Mouse gave a sudden leap out of the water, and seemed to quiver all over with fright. 'Oh, I beg your pardon!’ cried Alice hastily, afraid that she had hurt the poor animal's feelings. 'I quite forgot you didn't like cats. '
'Not like cats!’ cried the Mouse, in a shrill, passionate voice. 'Would
'We indeed!’ cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail. 'As if I would talk on such a subject! Our family always hated cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear the name again!’
'I won't indeed!’ said Alice, in a great hurry to change the subject of conversation. 'Are you-are you fond-of-of dogs?’ The Mouse did not answer, so Alice went on eagerly: 'There is such a nice little dog near our house I should like to show you! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! And it'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things-I can't remember half of them-and it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, it's worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the rats and-oh dear!’ cried Alice in a sorrowful tone, 'I'm afraid I've offended it again!’ For the Mouse was swimming away from her as hard as it could go, and making quite a commotion in the pool as it went.