Alice was just beginning to think to herself,
c Now, what am I to do with this creature
when I get it home?” when it grunted again,
so violently, that she
looked down into its
This time there could
be nv mistake about
it: it was neither
more nor less than
a pig, and she felt
that it would be
quite absurd for her
to carry it any fur¬
ther.
little creature down, and felt quite relieved to
see it trot. away quietly into the wood. “If
it had grown up,’ she said to herself, “it would
have made a dreadfully ugly child: but it makes
rather a handsome pig, I think.” And she be¬
gan thinking over otker children she knew, who