This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite silent for a
minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the opportunity of adding, ‘You’re
looking for eggs, I know that well enough; 🔊 and what does it matter to me
whether you’re a little girl or a serpent?’ 🔊
‘It matters a good deal to me,’ said Alice hastily; 🔊 ‘but I’m not looking
for eggs, as it happens; 🔊 and if I was, I shouldn’t want yours: I don’t
‘Well, be off, then!’ said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as it settled
down again into its nest. 🔊 Alice crouched down among the trees as well as
she could, for her neck kept getting entangled among the branches, and
every now and then she had to stop and untwist it. 🔊 After a while she
remembered that she still held the pieces of mushroom in her hands, 🔊 and
she set to work very carefully, nibbling first at one and then at the
other, and growing sometimes taller and sometimes shorter, until she had