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The Mad Hatter: "would You Like Some Wine?" Alice: "yes..." The Mad Hatter: "we Haven't Any And You're Too Young.

But, I Nearly Forgot, You Must Close Your Eyes Otherwise You Won't See Anything.

'have Some Wine,' The March Hare Said In An Encouraging Tone. Alice Looked Around The Table, But There Was Nothing On It But Tea. 'i Don't See Any Wine,' She Remarked. 'there Isn't Any,' Said The March Hare.

I Said You Looked Like An Egg, Sir. And Some Eggs Are Very Pretty, You Know.

Lastly, She Pictured To Herself How This Same Little Sister Of Hers Would, In The After-time, Be Herself A Grown Woman; And How She Would Keep, Through All Her Riper Years, The Simple And Loving Heart Of Her Childhood: And How She Would Gather About Her Other Little Children, And Make Their Eyes Bright And Eager With Many A Strange Tale, Perhaps Even With The Dream Of Wonderland Of Long Ago: And How She Would Feel With All Their Simple Sorrows, And Find A Pleasure In All Their Simple Joys, Remembering Her Own Child-life, And The Happy Summer Days.