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CHAPTER I. Down the Rabbit-Hole

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on

the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had

peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no

pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book,"

thought Alice "without pictures or conversations?"

So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for

the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the

pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of

getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit

with pink eyes ran close by her.