was an elephant — as Alice soon found out, though the idea quite took her breath away at first. ‘And what enormous flowers they must be!’ was her next idea. ‘Something like cottages with the roofs taken off, and stalks put to them — and what quantities of honey they must make! I think I’ll go down and — no, I won’t just yet,’ she went on, checking herself just as she was beginning to run down the hill, and trying to find some excuse for turning shy so suddenly. ‘It’ll never do to go down among them without a good long branch to brush them away — and what fun it’ll be when they ask me how I like my walk. I shall say — “Oh, I like it well enough — “’ (here came the favourite little toss of the head), ‘“only it was so dusty and hot,