Through The Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll Chapter 3 Page 19

fancy calling everything you met “Alice,” till one of them answered! Only they wouldn’t answer at all, if they were wise.’

She was rambling on in this way when she reached the wood: it looked very cool and shady. ‘Well, at any rate it’s a great comfort,’ she said as she stepped under the trees, ‘after being so hot, to get into the — into what?’ she went on, rather surprised at not being able to think of the word. ‘I mean to get under the — under the — under this, you know!’ putting her hand on the trunk of the tree. ‘What does it call itself, I wonder? I do believe it’s got no name — why, to be sure it hasn’t!’

She stood silent for a minute, thinking: then she suddenly began again.