Stranica 207 [207]
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191 The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried by—the frightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool —she could hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare and his friends shared their never-ending meal, and the shrill voice of the Queen ordering off her unfortunate guests to execution—once more the pig-baby was sneezing on the Duchess’ knee, while plates and dishes erashed around it—once more the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizards slatepencil, and the choking of the suppressed guineapigs, filled the air, mixed up with the distant sob of the miserable Mock Turtle. So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed» herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and al) would change to dull reality—the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool rip_ pling to the waving of the reeds—the rattling teacups would change to tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen’s shrill cries to the voice of the
