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Alice in Wonderland, Retold in Words of One Syllable

<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2> <h3>A CAT-ER-PIL-LAR TELLS ALICE WHAT TO DO.</h3> 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." "It doesn't," said the Cat-er-pil-lar. "Well, may-be you haven't found it so yet," said Al-ice, "but when you have to change—you will some day, you know—I should think you'd feel it queer, won't you?" "Not a bit," said the Cat-er-pil-lar. "Well, you may not feel as I do," said Al-ice; "all I know is, it feels queer to me to change so much." "You!" said the Cat-er-pil-lar with its nose in the air. "Who are you?" Which brought them back to the point from which they start-ed. Al-ice was not pleased at this, so she said in as stern a voice as she could, "I think you ought to tell me who you are first." "Why?" said the Cat-er-pil-lar. As Al-ice could not think what to say to this and as it did not seem to want to talk, she turned a-way. "Come back!" said the Cat-er-pil-lar. "I have some-thing to say to you!" Al-ice turned and came back. "Keep your tem-per," said the Cat-er-pil-lar. "Is that all?" asked Al-ice, while she hid her an-ger as well as she could. "No," said the Cat-er-pil-lar. Al-ice wait-ed what seemed to her a long time, while it sat and smoked but did not speak. At last, it took the pipe from its mouth, and said, "So you think you're changed, do you?" "I fear I am, sir," said Al-ice, "I don't know things as I once did—and I don't keep the same size, but a short while at a time." "What things is it you don't know?" "Well, I've tried to say the things I knew at school, but the words all came wrong." "Let me hear you say, 'You are old, Fath-er Wil-liam,'" said the Cat-er-pil-lar. Al-ice folded her hands, and be-gan:— <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i015th.jpg" alt="Image" /></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> "'You are old, Fath-er Wil-liam,' the young man said, 'And your hair has be-come ver-y white, And yet you stand all the time on your head— Do you think, at your age, it is right?' </div> <div class="stanza"> "'In my youth,' Fath-er Wil-liam then said to his son, 'I feared it might in-jure the brain; But now that I know full well I have none, Why, I do it a-gain and a-gain.' </div> <div class="stanza"> "'You are old,' said the youth, 'shall I tell you once more? And are now quite as large as a tun; Yet you turned a back som-er-set in at the door— Pray, tell me now, how was that done?' </div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i016th.jpg" alt="Image" /></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> "'In my youth,' said the sage, as he shook his gray locks. I kept all my limbs ver-y sup-ple By the use of this oint-ment—one shil-ling the box— Al-low me to sell you a coup-le.' </div> <div class="stanza"> "'You are old,' said the youth, and your jaws are too weak For an-y thing tough-er than su-et; Yet you ate up the goose, with the bones and the beak: Pray, how did you man-age to do it?' </div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i017th.jpg" alt="Image" /></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> "'In my youth,' said his fath-er, 'I took to the law And ar-gued each case with my wife; And the ver-y great strength, which it gave to my jaw, Has last-ed the rest of my life.' </div> <div class="stanza"> "'You are old,' said the youth; 'one would hard-ly sup-pose That your eye was as stead-y as ev-er; Yet you bal-ance an eel on the end of your nose— What makes you al-ways so clev-er?' </div> </div> <div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/i018th.jpg" alt="Image" /></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> "'I have re-plied to three ques-tions, and that is e-nough,' Said the fath-er; 'don't give your-self airs! Do you think I can lis-ten all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you down-stairs!'" </div> </div> "That is not said right," said the Cat-er-pil-lar. "Not quite right, I fear," said Al-ice, "some of the words are changed." "It is wrong from first to last," said the Cat-er-pil-lar; then did not speak for some time. At last it said, "What size do you want to be?" "Oh, I don't care so much as to size, but one does'nt like to change so much, you know." "I don't know," it said. Al-ice was too much vexed to speak, for she had nev-er, in all her life, been talked to in that rude way. "Do you like your size now?" asked the Cat-er-pil-lar. "Well, I'm not quite so large as I would like to be," said Al-ice; "three inch-es is such a wretch-ed height to be." "It is a good height, in-deed!" said the Cat-er-pil-lar, and reared it-self up straight as it spoke. (It was just three inch-es high.) "But I'm not used to it!" plead-ed poor Al-ice. And she thought, "I wish the things wouldn't be so ea-sy to get mad!" "You'll get used to it in time," the Cat-er-pil-lar said, and put the pipe to its mouth, and Al-ice wait-ed till it should choose to speak. At last it took the pipe from its mouth, yawned once or twice, then got down from its perch and crawled off in the grass. As it went it said, "One side will make you tall, and one side will make you small. "One side of what?" thought Al-ice to her-self. "Of the mush-room," said the Cat-er-pil-lar, just as if it had heard her speak; soon it was out of sight. Al-ice stood and looked at the mush-room a long time and tried to make out which were the two sides of it; as it was round she found this a hard thing to do. At last she stretched her arms round it as far as they would go, and broke off a bit of the edge with each hand. "And now which is which?" she said to her-self, and ate a small piece of the right-hand bit, to try what it would do. The next mo-ment she felt her chin strike her foot with a hard blow. She was in a sore fright at this quick change, but she felt that there was no time to be lost as she was shrink-ing so fast; so she set to work at once to eat some from the left hand bit. <hr style='width: 45%;' /> "Come, my head's free at last!" said Al-ice, with great joy, which changed to fear when she found that her waist and hands were no-where to be seen. All she could see when she looked down was a vast length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far be-low her. "What can all that green stuff be?" said Al-ice. "And where has my waist got to? And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can't see you?" She moved them as she spoke; the green leaves shook as if to let her know her hands were there, but she could not see them. As there seemed to be no chance to get her hands up to her head, she tried to get her head down to them and was pleased to find that her neck would bend a-bout like a snake. Just as she had curved it down and meant to dive in the sea of green, which she found was the tops of the trees 'neath which she had been walk-ing, a sharp hiss made her draw back in haste. A large bird had flown in-to her face, and struck her with its wings. "Snake! snake!" screamed the bird. "I'm not a snake," said Al-ice. "Let me a-lone!" "Snake, I say, Snake!" cried the bird, then add-ed with a kind of sob, "I've tried all ways, but I can-not suit them." "I don't know what you mean," said Al-ice. The bird seemed not to hear her, but went on, "I've tried the roots of trees, and I've tried banks, and I've tried a hedge; but those snakes! There's no way to please them. As if it were not hard work to hatch the eggs, but I must watch for snakes night and day! Why I haven't had a wink of sleep these three weeks!" "It's too bad for you to be so much put out," said Al-ice, who be-gan to see what it meant. "And just as I had built my nest in this high tree," the bird went on, rais-ing its voice to a shriek, "and just as I thought I should be free of them at last, they must needs fall down from the sky! Ugh! Snake!" "But I'm not a snake, I tell you!" said Al-ice. "I'm a—I'm a—" "Well! What are you?" said the bird. "I can see you will not tell me the truth!" "I—I'm a lit-tle girl," said Al-ice, though she was not sure what she was when she thought of all the chang-es she had gone through that day. "I've seen girls in my time, but none with such a neck as that!" said the bird. "No! no! You're a snake; and there's no use to say you're not. I guess you'll say next that you don't eat eggs!" "Of course I eat eggs," said Al-ice, "but girls eat eggs quite as much as snakes do, you know." "I don't know," said the bird, "but if they do, why then they're a kind of snake, that's all I can say." This was such a new thing to Al-ice that at first, she did not speak, which gave the bird a chance to add, "You want eggs now, I know that quite well." "But I don't want eggs, and if I did I should-n't want yours. I don't like them raw." "Well, be off, then!" said the bird as it sat down in its nest. Al-ice crouched down through the trees as well as she could, for her neck would twist round the boughs, and now and then she had to stop to get it off. At last, she thought of the mush-room in her hands, and set to work with great care, to take a small bite first from the right hand, then from the left, till at length she brought her-self down to the right size. It was so long since she had been this height, that it felt quite strange, at first, but she soon got used to it. "Come, there's half my plan done now!" she said. "How strange all these things are! I'm not sure one hour, what I shall be the next! I'm glad I'm back to my right size: the next thing is, to get in-to that gar-den—how is that to be done, I should like to know?" As she said this, she saw in front of her, a small house, not more than four feet high. "Who lives there?" thought Al-ice, "it'll not do at all to come up-on them this size: why I should scare them out of their wits!" So she ate some of the right hand bit, a-gain and did not dare to go near the house till she had brought her-self down to nine inch-es high. <hr style="width: 65%;" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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