[Triple-discussion] said Al

[Foran L. <tra...@la...>]

Ering 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--once more the pig-baby was sneezing on
the Duchess' knee, while plates and dishes crashed around it--once more
the shriek of the Gryphon, the squeaking of the Lizard's slate-pencil,
and the choking of the suppressed guinea-pigs, filled the air, mixed up
with the distant sobs of the miserable Mock Turtle. So she sat on with
closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew
she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull
reality--the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool
rippling to the waving of the reeds--the rattling teacups would change
to the tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen's shrill cries to the voice
of the shepherd boy--and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the
Gryphon, and all the other queer noises, would change (she knew) to the
confused clamour of the busy fa