By Which I Get My Wealth-- And

We're All Mad Here.

All In The Golden Afternoon Full Leisurely We Glide; For Both Our Oars, With Little Skill, By Little Arms Are Plied, While Little Hands Make Vain Pretence Our Wanderings To Guide.

Do You Hear The Snow Against The Windowpanes, Kitty? How Nice And Soft It Sounds! Just As If Some One Was Kissing The Window All Over Outside. I Wonder If The Snow Loves The Trees And Fields, That It Kisses Them So Gently? And Then It Covers Them Up Snug, You Know, With A White Quilt; And Perhaps It Says, 'go To Sleep, Darlings, Till The Summer Comes Again.' And When They Wake Up In The Summer, Kitty, They Dress Themselves All In Green, And Dance About - Whenever The Wind Blows.

Speak Roughly To Your Little Boy And Beat Him When He Sneezes! He Only Does It To Annoy, Because He Knows It Teases!

Alice Had Got So Much Into The Way Of Expecting Nothing But Out-of-the-way Things To Happen, That It Seemed Quite Dull And Stupid For Life To Go On In The Common Way.