scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close above her: then, saying to herself ‘This is Bill,’ she gave one sharp kick, and waited to see what would happen next.

The first thing she heard was a general chorus of ‘There goes Bill!’ then the Rabbit’s voice along — ‘Catch him, you by the hedge!’ then silence, and then another confusion of voices — ‘Hold up his head — Brandy now — Don’t choke him — How was it, old fellow?

What happened to you? Tell us all about it!’

Last came a little feeble, squeaking voice, (‘That’s Bill,’ thought Alice,) ‘Well, I hardly know — No more, thank ye; I’m better now — but I’m a deal too flustered to tell you —