‘Here!’ cried Alice, quite forgetting in the flurry of the moment how
large she had grown in the last few minutes, 🔊 and she jumped up in such
a hurry that she tipped over the jury-box with the edge of her skirt,
upsetting all the jurymen on to the heads of the crowd below, 🔊 and there
they lay sprawling about, reminding her very much of a globe of goldfish
she had accidentally upset the week before. 🔊
‘Oh, I beg your pardon!’ she exclaimed in a tone of great dismay, 🔊 and
began picking them up again as quickly as she could, for the accident of
the goldfish kept running in her head, 🔊 and she had a vague sort of idea
that they must be collected at once and put back into the jury-box, or
‘The trial cannot proceed,’ said the King in a very grave voice, ‘until
all the jurymen are back in their proper places--all,’ he repeated with