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Alice
caught
the
baby
with
some
difficulty
,
as
it
was
a
queershaped
little
creature
,
and
held
out
its
arms
and
legs
in
all
directions
,
"
just
like
a
star-fish
,
"
thought
Alice
.
The
poor
little
thing
was
snorting
like
a
steam-engine
when
she
caught
it
,
and
kept
doubling
itself
up
and
straightening
itself
out
again
,
so
that
altogether
,
for
the
first
minute
or
two
,
it
was
as
much
as
she
could
do
to
hold
it
.
As
soon
as
she
had
made
out
the
proper
way
of
nursing
it
(
which
was
to
twist
it
up
into
a
sort
of
knot
,
and
then
keep
tight
hold
of
its
right
ear
and
left
foot
,
so
as
to
prevent
its
undoing
itself
)
,
she
carried
it
out
into
the
open
air
.
"
If
I
do
n't
take
this
child
away
with
me
,
"
thought
Alice
,
"
they
're
sure
to
kill
it
in
a
day
or
two
.
Would
n't
it
be
murder
to
leave
it
behind
?
"
She
said
the
last
words
out
loud
,
and
the
little
thing
grunted
in
reply
(
it
had
left
off
sneezing
by
this
time
)
.
"
Do
n't
grunt
,
"
said
Alice
;
"
that
's
not
at
all
a
proper
way
of
expressing
yourself
.
"
The
baby
grunted
again
,
and
Alice
looked
very
anxiously
into
its
face
to
see
what
was
the
matter
with
it
.
There
could
be
no
doubt
that
it
had
a
very
turn-up
nose
,
much
more
like
a
snout
than
a
real
nose
:
also
its
eyes
were
getting
extremely
small
for
a
baby
:
altogether
Alice
did
not
like
the
look
of
the
thing
at
all
.
"
But
perhaps
it
was
only
sobbing
,
"
she
thought
,
and
looked
into
its
eyes
again
,
to
see
if
there
were
any
tears
.
No
,
there
were
no
tears
.
"
If
you
're
going
to
turn
into
a
pig
,
my
dear
,
"
said
Alice
,
seriously
,
"
I
'll
have
nothing
more
to
do
with
you
.
Mind
now
!
"
The
poor
little
thing
sobbed
again
(
or
grunted
,
it
was
impossible
to
say
which
)
,
and
they
went
on
for
some
while
in
silence
.
Alice
was
just
beginning
to
think
to
herself
,
"
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
face
in
some
alarm
.
This
time
there
could
be
no
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
further
.
So
she
set
the
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
began
thinking
over
other
children
she
knew
,
who
might
do
very
well
as
pigs
,
and
was
just
saying
to
herself
"
if
one
only
knew
the
right
way
to
change
them
--
"
when
she
was
a
little
startled
by
seeing
the
Cheshire-Cat
sitting
on
a
bough
of
a
tree
a
few
yards
off
.
The
Cat
only
grinned
when
it
saw
Alice
.
It
looked
goodnatured
,
she
thought
:
still
it
had
very
long
claws
and
a
great
many
teeth
,
so
she
felt
that
it
ought
to
be
treated
with
respect
.
"
Cheshire
Puss
,
"
she
began
,
rather
timidly
,
as
she
did
not
at
all
know
whether
it
would
like
the
name
:
however
,
it
only
grinned
a
little
wider
.
"
Come
,
it
's
pleased
so
far
,
"
thought
Alice
,
and
she
went
on
.
"
Would
you
tell
me
,
please
,
which
way
I
ought
to
go
from
here
?
"
"
That
depends
a
good
deal
on
where
you
want
to
get
to
,
"
said
the
Cat
.
