If It Had Grown Up, It Would

There Are Three Hundred And Sixty-four Days When You Might Get Un-birthday Presents, And Only One For Birthday Presents, You Know.

I Dare Say You Never Even Spoke To Time!" "perhaps Not," Alice Cautiously Replied; "but I Know I Have To Beat Time When I Listen To Music." "ah! That Accounts For It," Said The Hatter. "he Won't Stand A Beating. Now, If Only You Kept On Good Terms With Him, He'd Do Almost Anything You Like With The Clock.

Five O'clock Tea" Is A Phrase Our "rude Forefathers," Even Of The Last Generation, Would Scarcely Have Understood, So Completelyis It A Thing Of To-day; And Yet, So Rapid Is The March Of The Mind, It Has Already Risen Into A National Institution, And Rivals, In Its Universal Application To All Ranks And Ages, And As A Specific For "all The Ills That Flesh Is Heir To," The Glorious Magna Charta.

Mad Hatter: Would You Like A Little More Tea? Alice: Well, I Haven't Had Any Yet, So I Can't Very Well Take More. March Hare: Ah, You Mean You Can't Very Well Take Less. Mad Hatter: Yes. You Can Always Take More Than Nothing.

'what Is The Use Of A Book', Thought Alice, 'without Pictures Or Conversations?'