Аліса в Країні чудес

           (TheunfortunatelittleBillhadleftoffwritingonhisslatewithonefinger,ashefounditmadenomark; buthenowhastilybeganagain,usingtheink,thatwastricklingdownhisface,aslongasitlasted. )‘Thenthewordsdon’tfityou,’saidtheKing,lookingroundthecourtwithasmile. Therewasadeadsilence. 

           ‘It’sapun! ’theKingaddedinanoffendedtone,andeverybodylaughed,‘Letthejuryconsidertheirverdict,’theKingsaid,foraboutthetwentiethtimethatday. 

           ‘No,no! ’saidtheQueen. ‘Sentencefirst—verdictafterwards.’ 

           ‘Stuffandnonsense! ’saidAliceloudly. ‘Theideaofhavingthesentencefirst!’ 

           ‘Holdyourtongue! ’saidtheQueen,turningpurple. 

           ‘Iwon’t! ’saidAlice. 

           ‘Offwithherhead! ’theQueenshoutedatthetopofhervoice. Nobodymoved. 

           ‘Whocaresforyou? ’saidAlice,(shehadgrowntoherfullsizebythistime. )‘You’renothingbutapackofcards!’ 

           Atthisthewholepackroseupintotheair,andcameflyingdownuponher: shegavealittlescream,halfoffrightandhalfofanger,andtriedtobeatthemoff,andfoundherselflyingonthebank,withherheadinthelapofhersister,whowasgentlybrushingawaysomedeadleavesthathadfluttereddownfromthetreesuponherface. 

           ‘Wakeup,Alicedear! ’saidhersister; ‘Why,whatalongsleepyou’vehad!’