‘Come back!’ the Caterpillar called after her. ‘I’ve something important

to say!’ 🔊

This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back again. 🔊

‘Keep your temper,’ said the Caterpillar. 🔊

‘Is that all?’ said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she

could. 🔊

‘No,’ said the Caterpillar. 🔊

Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do, and

perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. 🔊 For some

minutes it puffed away without speaking, 🔊 but at last it unfolded its

arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said, ‘So you think

you’re changed, do you?’ 🔊

‘I’m afraid I am, sir,’ said Alice; 🔊 ‘I can’t remember things as I

used--and I don’t keep the same size for ten minutes together!’ 🔊

‘Can’t remember what things?’ said the Caterpillar. 🔊

‘Well, I’ve tried to say “How doth the little busy bee,” but it all came

different!’ Alice replied in a very melancholy voice. 🔊