But her sister sat still just as she left her, leaning her head on her

hand, watching the setting sun, and thinking of little Alice and all her

wonderful Adventures, till she too began dreaming after a fashion, and

this was her dream:-- 🔊

First, she dreamed of little Alice herself, and once again the tiny

hands were clasped upon her knee, and the bright eager eyes were looking

up into hers-- 🔊she could hear the very tones of her voice, and see that

queer little toss of her head to keep back the wandering hair that

would always get into her eyes-- 🔊and still as she listened, or seemed to

listen, the whole place around her became alive with the strange creatures

of her little sister’s dream. 🔊

The long grass rustled at her feet as the White Rabbit hurried by-- 🔊the

frightened Mouse splashed his way through the neighbouring pool-- 🔊she

could hear the rattle of the teacups as the March Hare and his friends

shared their never-ending meal, and the shrill voice of the Queen

ordering off her unfortunate guests to execution-- 🔊