‘Is that all?’ said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she could.
‘I–I’m a little girl,’ said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she remembered the number of changes she had gone through that day.
‘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 succeeded in bringing herself down to her usual height.
‘I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.‘Not QUITE right, I’m afraid,’ said Alice, timidly; ‘some of the words have got altered.’
‘I haven’t the least idea what you’re talking about,’ said Alice.
‘I have answered three questions, and that is enough,’ / Said his father; ‘don’t give yourself airs! / Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? / Be off, or I’ll kick you down stairs!’