One Thing Was Certain, That The White

When You Are Describing, A Shape, Or Sound, Or Tint; Don't State The Matter Plainly, But Put It In A Hint; And Learn To Look At All Things, With A Sort Of Mental Squint.

Somehow It Seems To Fill My Head With Ideas - Only I Don't Exactly Know What They Are!

I Cannot Even Pretend To Feel As Much Interest In Boys As In Girls.

Twinkle, Twinkle Little Bat How I Wonder What You're At! Up Above The World You Fly, Like A Tea-tray In The Sky.

She Felt A Little Nervous About This; 'for It Might End, You Know,' Said Alice To Herself, 'in My Going Out Altogether, Like A Candle. I Wonder What I Should Be Like Then?' And She Tried To Fancy What The Flame Of A Candle Looks Like After The Candle Is Blown Out, For She Could Not Remember Ever Having Seen Such A Thing.