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then you don’t –’ the little voice began, when it was drowned by a shrill scream from the engine, and everybody jumped up in alarm, Alice among the rest.

      The Horse, who had put his head out of the window, quickly drew it in and said, ‘It’s only a brook we have to jump over.’ Everybody seemed satisfied with this, though Alice felt a little nervous at the idea of trains jumping at all. ‘However, it will take us into the Fourth Square, that’s some comfort!’ she said to herself. In another moment she felt the carriage rise straight up into the air, and in her fright she caught at the thing nearest to her hand, which happened to be the Goat’s beard.

      But the beard seemed to melt away as she touched it, and she found herself sitting quietly under a tree – while the Gnat (for that was the insect she had been talking to) was balancing itself on a twig just over her head, and fanning her with its wings.

      It certainly was a very large Gnat: ‘about the size of a chicken,’ Alice thought. Still, she couldn’t feel nervous with it, after they had been talking together so long.

      ‘– then you don’t like all insects?’ the Gnat went on, as quietly as if nothing had happened.

      ‘I like them when they can talk,’ Alice said. ‘None of them ever talk, where I come from.’

      ‘What sort of insects do you rejoice in, where you come from?’ the Gnat inquired.

      ‘I don’t rejoice in insects at all,’ Alice explained, ‘because I’m rather afraid of them – at least the large kinds. But I can tell you the names of some of them.’

      ‘Of course they answer to their names?’ the Gnat remarked carelessly.

      ‘I never knew them do it.’

      ‘What’s the use of their having names,’ the Gnat said, ‘if they won’t answer to them?’

      ‘No use to them,’ said Alice; ‘but it’s useful to the people that name them, I suppose. If not, why do things have names at all?’

      ‘I can’t say,’ the Gnat replied. ‘Farther on in the wood down there, they’ve got no names – however, go on with your list of insects: you’re wasting time.’

      ‘Well, there’s the Horse-fly,’ Alice began, counting off the names on her fingers.

      ‘All right,’ said the Gnat: ‘half way up that bush, you’ll see a Rocking-horse-fly, if you look. It’s made entirely of wood, and gets about by swinging itself from branch to branch.’

      ‘What does it live on?’ Alice asked with great curiosity.

      ‘Sap and sawdust,’ said the Gnat. ‘Go on with the list.’

      Alice looked at the Rocking-horse-fly with great interest, and made up her mind that it must have been just repainted, it looked so bright and sticky; and then she went on:

      ‘And there’s the Dragon-fly.’

      ‘Look on the branch above your head,’ said the Gnat, ‘and there you’ll find a Snap-dragon-fly. Its body is made of plum-pudding, its wings of holly-leaves, and its head is a raisin burning in brandy.’

      ‘And what does it live on?’ Alice asked, as before.

      ‘Frumenty and mince-pie,’ the Gnat replied: ‘and it makes its nest in a Christmas-box.’

      ‘And then there’s the Butterfly,’ Alice went on, after she had taken a good look at the insect with its head on fire, and had thought to herself, ‘I wonder if that’s the reason insects are so fond of flying into candles – because they want to turn into Snap-dragon-flies!’

      ‘Crawling at your feet,’ said the Gnat (Alice drew her feet back in some alarm), ‘you may observe a Bread-and-butter-fly. Its wings are thin slices of bread-and-butter, its body is a crust, and its head is a lump of sugar.’

      ‘And what does it live on?’

      ‘Weak tea with cream in it.’

      A new difficulty came into Alice’s head. ‘Supposing it couldn’t find any?’ she suggested.

      ‘Then it would die, of course.’

      ‘But that must happen very often,’ Alice remarked thoughtfully.

      ‘It always happens,’ said the Gnat.

      After this, Alice was silent for a minute or two, pondering. The Gnat amused itself meanwhile by humming round and round her head: at last it settled again and remarked, ‘I suppose you don’t want to lose your name?’

      ‘No, indeed,’ Alice said, a little anxiously.

      ‘And yet I don’t know,’ the Gnat went on in a careless tone: ‘only think how convenient it would be if you could manage to go home without it! For instance, if the governess wanted to call you to your lessons, she would call out “Come here –,” and there she would have to leave off, because there wouldn’t be any name for her to call, and of course you wouldn’t have to go, you know.’

      ‘That would never do, I’m sure,’ said Alice: ‘the governess would never think of excusing me lessons for that. If she couldn’t remember my name, she’d call me “Miss!” as the servants do.’

      ‘Well, if she said “Miss,” and didn’t say anything more,’ the Gnat remarked, ‘of course you’d miss your lessons. That’s a joke. I wish you had made it.’

      ‘Why do you wish I had made it?’ Alice asked. ‘It’s a very bad one.’

      But the Gnat only sighed deeply, while two large tears came rolling down its cheeks.

      ‘You shouldn’t make jokes,’ Alice said, ‘if it makes you so unhappy.’

      Then came another of those melancholy little sighs, and this time the poor Gnat really seemed to have sighed itself away, for, when Alice looked up, there was nothing whatever to be seen on the twig, and, as she was getting quite chilly, with sitting still so long, she got up and walked on.

      She very soon came to an open field, with a wood on the other side of it: it looked much darker than the last wood, and Alice felt a little timid about going into it. However, on second thoughts, she made up her mind to go on: ‘for I certainly won’t go back,’ she thought to herself, and this was the only way to the Eighth Square.

      ‘This must be the wood,’ she said thoughtfully to herself, ‘where things have no names. I wonder what’ll become of my name when I go in? I shouldn’t like to lose it at all – because they’d have to give me another, and it would be almost certain to be an ugly one. But then the fun would be, trying to find the creature that had got my old name! That’s just like the advertisements, you know, when people lose dogs – “answers to the name of ‘Dash’: had on a brass collar” – just fancy calling everything you met “Alice,” till one of them answered! Only they wouldn’t answer at all, if they were wise.’

      She was rambling on in this way when she reached the wood: it looked very cool and shady. ‘Well, at any rate it’s a great comfort,’ she said, as she stepped under the trees, ‘after being so hot, to get into the – into the – into what?’ she went on, rather surprised at not being able to think of the word. ‘I mean to get under the – under the – under this, you know!’ putting her hand on the trunk of the tree. ‘What does it call itself, I wonder? I do believe it’s got no name – why, to be sure it hasn’t!’

      She stood silent for a minute thinking: then she suddenly began again. ‘Then it really has happened, after all! And now, who am I? I will remember, if I can! I’m determined to do it!’ But being determined didn’t help her much, and all she could say, after a great deal of puzzling, was, ‘L, I know it begins with L!’

      Just then a Fawn came wandering by: it looked at Alice with its large gentle eyes, but didn’t

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