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'
You
should
n't
make
jokes
,
'
Alice
said
,
'
if
it
makes
you
so
unhappy
.
'
Then
came
another
of
those
melancholy
little
sighs
,
and
this
time
the
poor
Gnat
really
seemed
to
have
sighed
itself
away
,
for
,
when
Alice
looked
up
,
there
was
nothing
whatever
to
be
seen
on
the
twig
,
and
,
as
she
was
getting
quite
chilly
with
sitting
still
so
long
,
she
got
up
and
walked
on
.
She
very
soon
came
to
an
open
field
,
with
a
wood
on
the
other
side
of
it
:
it
looked
much
darker
than
the
last
wood
,
and
Alice
felt
a
little
timid
about
going
into
it
.
However
,
on
second
thoughts
,
she
made
up
her
mind
to
go
on
:
'
for
I
certainly
wo
n't
go
back
,
'
she
thought
to
herself
,
and
this
was
the
only
way
to
the
Eighth
Square
.
'
This
must
be
the
wood
,
she
said
thoughtfully
to
herself
,
'
where
things
have
no
names
.
I
wonder
what
'll
become
of
my
name
when
I
go
in
?
I
should
n't
like
to
lose
it
at
all
--
because
they
'd
have
to
give
me
another
,
and
it
would
be
almost
certain
to
be
an
ugly
one
.
But
then
the
fun
would
be
trying
to
find
the
creature
that
had
got
my
old
name
!
That
's
just
like
the
advertisements
,
you
know
,
when
people
lose
dogs
--
"
Answers
to
the
name
of
'
Dash
:
'
Had
on
a
brass
collar
"
--
just
fancy
calling
everything
you
met
"
Alice
,
"
till
one
of
them
answered
!
Only
they
would
n't
answer
at
all
,
if
they
were
wise
.
'
She
was
rambling
on
in
this
way
when
she
reached
the
wood
:
it
looked
very
cool
and
shady
.
'
Well
,
at
any
rate
it
's
a
great
comfort
,
'
she
said
as
she
stepped
under
the
trees
,
'
after
being
so
hot
,
to
get
into
the
--
into
what
?
'
she
went
on
,
rather
surprised
at
not
being
able
to
think
of
the
word
.
'
I
mean
to
get
under
the
--
under
the
--
under
this
,
you
know
!
'
putting
her
hand
on
the
trunk
of
the
tree
.
'
What
does
it
call
itself
,
I
wonder
?
I
do
believe
it
's
got
no
name
--
why
,
to
be
sure
it
has
n't
!
'
She
stood
silent
for
a
minute
,
thinking
:
then
she
suddenly
began
again
.
'
Then
it
really
has
happened
,
after
all
!
And
now
,
who
am
I
?
I
will
remember
,
if
I
can
!
I
'm
determined
to
do
it
!
'
But
being
determined
did
n't
help
much
,
and
all
she
could
say
,
after
a
great
deal
of
puzzling
,
was
,
'
L
,
I
know
it
begins
with
L
!
'
Just
then
a
Fawn
came
wandering
by
:
it
looked
at
Alice
with
its
large
gentle
eyes
,
but
did
n't
seem
at
all
frightened
.
'
Here
then
!
Here
then
!
'
Alice
said
,
as
she
held
out
her
hand
and
tried
to
stroke
it
;
but
it
only
started
back
a
little
,
and
then
stood
looking
at
her
again
.
'
What
do
you
call
yourself
?
'
the
Fawn
said
at
last
.
Such
a
soft
sweet
voice
it
had
!
