Complete Works of Lewis Carroll (13 page)

Dog looking at tiny Alice

Hardly knowing what she did, she picked up a little bit of stick, and held it out to the puppy; whereupon the puppy jumped into the air off all its feet at once, with a yelp of delight, and rushed at the stick, and made believe to worry it; then Alice dodged behind a great thistle, to keep herself from being run over; and the moment she appeared on the other side, the puppy made another rush at the stick, and tumbled head over heels in its hurry to get hold of it; then Alice, thinking it was very like having a game of play with a cart-horse, and expecting every moment to be trampled under its feet, ran round the thistle again; then the puppy began a series of short charges at the stick, running a very little way forwards each time and a long way back, and barking hoarsely all the while, till at last it sat down a good way off, panting, with its tongue hanging out of its mouth, and its great eyes half shut.

This seemed to Alice a good opportunity for making her escape; so she set off at once, and ran till she was quite tired and out of breath, and till the puppy’s bark sounded quite faint in the distance.

‘And yet what a dear little puppy it was!’
said Alice, as she leant against a buttercup to rest herself, and fanned herself with one of the leaves: ‘I should have liked teaching it tricks very much, if—if I’d only been the right size to do it!
Oh dear!
I’d nearly forgotten that I’ve got to grow up again!
Let me see—how
is
it to be managed?
I suppose I ought to eat or drink something or other; but the great question is, what?’

The great question certainly was, what?
Alice looked all round her at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she did not see anything that looked like the right thing to eat or drink under the circumstances.
There was a large mushroom growing near her, about the same height as herself; and when she had looked under it, and on both sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to her that she might as well look and see what was on the top of it.

She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the edge of the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met those of a large caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.

Alice meets the Caterpillar

CHAPTER V

 Advice from a Caterpillar

The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid, sleepy voice.

‘Who are
you
?’
said the Caterpillar.

This was not an encouraging opening for a conversation.
Alice replied, rather shyly, ‘I—I hardly know, sir, just at present— at least I know who I
was
when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been changed several times since then.’

‘What do you mean by that?’
said the Caterpillar sternly.
‘Explain yourself!’

‘I can’t explain
myself
, I’m afraid, sir’ said Alice, ‘because I’m not myself, you see.’

‘I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.

‘I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,’ Alice replied very politely, ‘for I can’t understand it myself to begin with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very confusing.’

‘It isn’t,’ said the Caterpillar.

‘Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,’ said Alice; ‘but when you have to turn into a chrysalis—you will some day, you know—and then after that into a butterfly, I should think you’ll feel it a little queer, won’t you?’

‘Not a bit,’ said the Caterpillar.

‘Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,’ said Alice; ‘all I know is, it would feel very queer to
me
.’

‘You!’
said the Caterpillar contemptuously.
‘Who are
you
?’

Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation.
Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar’s making such
very
short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, ‘I think, you ought to tell me who
you
are, first.’

‘Why?’
said the Caterpillar.

Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a
very
unpleasant state of mind, she turned away.

‘Come back!’
the Caterpillar called after her.
‘I’ve something important to say!’

This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back again.

‘Keep your temper,’ said the Caterpillar.

‘Is that all?’
said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could.

‘No,’ said the Caterpillar.

Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing.
For some minutes it puffed away without speaking, but at last it unfolded its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said, ‘So you think you’re changed, do you?’

‘I’m afraid I am, sir,’ said Alice; ‘I can’t remember things as I used—and I don’t keep the same size for ten minutes together!’

‘Can’t remember
what
things?’
said the Caterpillar.

‘Well, I’ve tried to say "
How Doth the Little Busy Bee
," but it all came different!’
Alice replied in a very melancholy voice.

‘Repeat, "
You are Old
,
Father William
,"‘ said the Caterpillar.

Alice folded her hands, and began:—

   ‘You are old, Father William,’ the young man said,

    ‘And your hair has become very white;

   And yet you incessantly stand on your head—

    Do you think, at your age, it is right?’

   ‘In my youth,’ Father William replied to his son,

    ‘I feared it might injure the brain;

   But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,

    Why, I do it again and again.’

Father William standing on head

   ‘You are old,’ said the youth, ‘as I mentioned before,

    And have grown most uncommonly fat;

   Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door—

    Pray, what is the reason of that?’

   ‘In my youth,’ said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,

    ‘I kept all my limbs very supple

   By the use of this ointment—one shilling the box—

    Allow me to sell you a couple?’

Father William somersaulting in the door

   ‘You are old,’ said the youth, ‘and your jaws are too weak

    For anything tougher than suet;

   Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak—

    Pray how did you manage to do it?’

   ‘In my youth,’ said his father, ‘I took to the law,

    And argued each case with my wife;

   And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,

    Has lasted the rest of my life.’

Father William balancing eel on nose

‘That is not said right,’ said the Caterpillar.

‘Not
quite
right, I’m afraid,’ said Alice, timidly; ‘some of the words have got altered.’

‘It is wrong from beginning to end,’ said the Caterpillar decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes.

The Caterpillar was the first to speak.

‘What size do you want to be?’
it asked.

‘Oh, I’m not particular as to size,’ Alice hastily replied; ‘only one doesn’t like changing so often, you know.’

‘I
don’t
know,’ said the Caterpillar.

Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in her life before, and she felt that she was losing her temper.

‘Are you content now?’
said the Caterpillar.

‘Well, I should like to be a
little
larger, sir, if you wouldn’t mind,’ said Alice: ‘three inches is such a wretched height to be.’

‘It is a very good height indeed!’
said the Caterpillar angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches high).

‘But I’m not used to it!’
pleaded poor Alice in a piteous tone.
And she thought of herself, ‘I wish the creatures wouldn’t be so easily offended!’

‘You’ll get used to it in time,’ said the Caterpillar; and it put the hookah into its mouth and began smoking again.

This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak again.
In a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah out of its mouth and yawned once or twice, and shook itself.
Then it got down off the mushroom, and crawled away in the grass, merely remarking as it went, ‘One side will make you grow taller, and the other side will make you grow shorter.’

‘One side of
what
?
The other side of
what
?’
thought Alice to herself.

‘Of the mushroom,’ said the Caterpillar, just as if she had asked it aloud; and in another moment it was out of sight.

Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom for a minute, trying to make out which were the two sides of it; and as it was perfectly round, she found this a very difficult question.
However, 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 herself, and nibbled a little of the right-hand bit to try the effect: the next moment she felt a violent blow underneath her chin: it had struck her foot!

She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden change, but she felt that there was no time to be lost, as she was shrinking rapidly; so she set to work at once to eat some of the other bit.
Her chin was pressed so closely against her foot, that there was hardly room to open her mouth; but she did it at last, and managed to swallow a morsel of the lefthand bit.

‘Come, my head’s free at last!’
said Alice in a tone of delight, which changed into alarm in another moment, when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be found: all she could see, when she looked down, was an immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her.

‘What
can
all that green stuff be?’
said Alice.
‘And where
have
my shoulders got to?
And oh, my poor hands, how is it I can’t see you?’
She was moving them about as she spoke, but no result seemed to follow, except a little shaking among the distant green leaves.

As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands up to her head, she tried to get her head down to them, and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent.
She had just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was going to dive in among the leaves, which she found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and was beating her violently with its wings.

‘Serpent!’
screamed the Pigeon.

‘I’m
not
a serpent!’
said Alice indignantly.
‘Let me alone!’

‘Serpent, I say again!’
repeated the Pigeon, but in a more subdued tone, and added with a kind of sob, ‘I’ve tried every way, and nothing seems to suit them!’

‘I haven’t the least idea what you’re talking about,’ said Alice.

‘I’ve tried the roots of trees, and I’ve tried banks, and I’ve tried hedges,’ the Pigeon went on, without attending to her; ‘but those serpents!
There’s no pleasing them!’