Upbeat - Reading Alice in Wonderland
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
British (England - Cockney, Estuary, East End) British (England - Liverpool, Manchester, Lancashire, Cheshire) British (General)Transcript
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Oh, dear, What nonsense I'm talking. Just then her head struck against the roof off the hall. In fact, she was no more than nine feet high, and she at once took up the little golden key and hurried off to the garden door. Poor Alice. It was just a CZ, much as she could do, lying down on one side to look through into the garden with one eye. But to get through was more hopeless than ever. She sat down and began to cry again. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, said Alice, a great girl like you. She might well say this to go on crying this way. Stop this moment, I tell you. But she went on all the same, shedding gallons of tears until there was a large pool all around her, about four inches deep and reaching half down the hall. After a time, she heard a little pattering of feet in the distance, and she hastily dried her eyes to see what was coming. It was the rabbit, returning splendidly, dressed with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other. He came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came. Oh, the dorchester dot chess Oh, won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting? Alice felt so desperate that she was ready to ask for help of anyone. So when the rabbit came near her, she began in a low, timid voice. If you please, sir, the rabbit started violently dropping the white kid gloves in. The fan on DH scurried away into the darkness as hard as he could go. Alice took up the fan and gloves on DH as the hall was very hot. She kept fanning herself all the time. She went on talking, Dear, dear, how queer everything is today And yesterday things went on just as usual. I wonder if I've changed in the night. Let me think. Was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is, who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle. And she began thinking over all the Children. She knew that with the same ages herself, to see if she could have been changed for any of them. I'm sure I'm not aider, she said. For her hair goes in such long ringlets on mine doesn't go in ringlets at all. And I'm sure I can't be Mabel for in all sorts of things. And she oh, she knows such very little. Besides, she's she and I'm I on DH Oh dear, how puzzling it all this. I'll try if I know all the things I used to know. Let me see four times five is 12 and four times six is 13 and four times seven is Oh dear, I shall never get to 20. At that rate, however, the multiplication table doesn't signify. Let's try geography. London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome and Rome. No, that's all wrong. I'm certain I must have Bean changed for Mabel. I'll try and say how doth the little and she crossed her hands on her lap as if she was saying lessons on began to repeat it. But her voice sounded horse and strange, and the words did not come the same as they used to. How doth the little crocodile improve his shining tail on DH? Pour the waters off the Nile on every golden scale. How cheerfully he seems to grin, how neatly spread his claws and welcomes little fishes in with gently smiling jaws.