1Alice was growing very tired of sitting on the bank beside her sister, whose book had no pictures or conversations in it. She was drowsily wondering about making a daisy-chain when a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by, took a watch out of his waistcoat-pocket and cried, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!"2Alice had never seen a rabbit with a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it! Burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after him, just in time to see him pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment down went Alice after him, never once considering how she would get out again.3The tunnel dipped suddenly, and Alice fell down a very deep well, so slowly that she could look at the cupboards, shelves and maps she passed. Down, down, down she went, chattering about the centre of the earth, Latitude and Longitude, and people who walked upside down, before growing dreamy about her cat: "Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me!"4Thump! Alice landed unhurt on a heap of dry leaves, chased the Rabbit down a passage, and lost him in a long, low hall where every door was locked. On a glass table she found a tiny golden key; behind a low curtain it opened a little door, and she knelt to peep at the loveliest garden you ever saw.5A bottle labelled DRINK ME appeared on the table, and after drinking it Alice shrank to only ten inches high, but she had left the golden key up on the glass tabletop, far out of reach. After a good cry, she found a little glass box under the table holding a very small cake with EAT ME marked on it in currants.6“Curiouser and curiouser!” cried Alice, as she opened out like the largest telescope that ever was, until her head struck the roof of the hall. Her feet seemed so far off that she bid them good-bye and planned to send them a new pair of boots every Christmas, by the carrier.7Too big for the little door, Alice sat down and cried gallons of tears, until a pool four inches deep spread half down the hall. Then the White Rabbit came trotting back, splendidly dressed. At her timid “If you please, sir—” he started violently, dropped his white kid gloves and fan, and skurried away into the darkness.8Fanning herself, Alice wondered who in the world she was—perhaps dull Mabel?—for her times tables and even “How doth the little crocodile” came out all wrong. Then she saw she was shrinking fast, and dropped the fan just in time. But her foot slipped, and splash! she was up to her chin in salt water.9Swimming about, Alice met a Mouse and tried French: “Où est ma chatte?” Her chatter about her cat Dinah and a rat-catching terrier set him bristling, until he offered to tell his history on shore. By now the pool was crowded with a Duck, a Dodo, a Lory, an Eaglet and other curious creatures, and Alice led them all to shore.10The party that gathered on the bank was dripping wet, draggled, cross and cold. The Mouse, who seemed to be a person of authority, sat them all down in a large ring and began a long, dull history lesson. "This is the driest thing I know!" it announced grandly, but Alice stayed as wet as ever.11So the Dodo held a Caucus-race: everyone ran round a rough circle, starting and stopping whenever they liked, until they were all dry. "Everybody has won, and all must have prizes," the Dodo declared. Alice handed round her comfits, one apiece, and then the Dodo solemnly presented her own thimble back to her as her prize.12When Alice mixed up the Mouse's long, sad tale with its long tail, it walked off offended. Then she praised her cat Dinah for catching mice and birds, and the others hurried away with polite excuses. Soon Alice was alone on the bank, crying. "I wish I hadn't mentioned Dinah!" she said to herself sadly.13The White Rabbit took Alice for his housemaid, Mary Ann, and sent her running for his gloves and fan. In his little house she found them, but she also found a bottle with no label, and she drank. She grew and grew until she had to put one arm out of the window and one foot up the chimney.14When the Rabbit tried the window, Alice snatched at the air, and he tumbled into a cucumber-frame with a crash of glass. After much arguing about ladders, the animals sent poor Bill the Lizard down the chimney. Alice gave one sharp kick, and up he went like a sky-rocket, while everyone cried, "There goes Bill!"15The animals threw in a barrowful of pebbles, but as they lay on the floor they turned into little cakes. "It can't possibly make me larger," Alice reasoned, and swallowed one. She shrank at once, slipped out of the door past the crowd of animals, and ran off into a thick wood.16Alice escaped an enormous puppy by throwing it a stick and dodging behind a thistle until it sat down, panting. Then, looking for something to make her grow, she stood on tiptoe and peeped over the top of a large mushroom. There sat a large blue Caterpillar, arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah.17On top of a tall mushroom sat a large blue Caterpillar, smoking a hookah. "Who are YOU?" he asked sleepily. Alice hardly knew, having changed size so often since morning, and when she recited 'You are old, Father William,' it came out wrong from beginning to end. Worse, she called three inches a wretched height, and he was exactly three inches high.18At the Caterpillar’s advice, Alice nibbled opposite sides of the mushroom: one made her grow taller, the other smaller. She tried a piece and began to shrink, watching the flowers and grass loom around her.19A bite of the other piece shot her head up and up until her neck rose like a stalk high above the trees. As she curved it down among the leaves, a Pigeon flew at her face, beating its wings. "Serpent!" it shrieked, and it would not believe she was a little girl, since she must be after its eggs.20With a piece of mushroom in her hand, Alice wandered through a sunny clearing and found a quaint little house nestled among the flowers. She leaned forward, wondering who lived behind its round green door.21Standing near the little house in the wood, Alice watched a footman who looked like a fish hand a huge letter to a footman who looked like a frog. It was the Queen's invitation to play croquet. Then they both bowed low, and their curly wigs got tangled together. Alice laughed so hard she had to hide among the trees.22Nobody answered her knock, so Alice let herself in. The kitchen was so full of pepper that everyone sneezed except the cook and a large cat, grinning from ear to ear on the hearth. The Duchess nursed a howling baby, singing it a very rough lullaby, while the cook flung pans and dishes at them both.23The Duchess flung the baby at Alice and hurried off to get ready for croquet. Alice carried the queer little thing out into the wood, but it grunted, and its nose looked more and more like a snout. At last it was nothing but a pig, so she set it down and watched it trot happily away among the trees.24Just then Alice saw the Cheshire Cat grinning on a bough. When she asked which way to go, it waved one paw toward a Hatter and the other toward a March Hare. "Visit either you like: they're both mad," it said. "We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad — or you wouldn't have come here."25The Cat kept vanishing and reappearing until Alice felt giddy, so this time it faded slowly, tail first, until only its grin hung in the air. "A grin without a cat!" thought Alice. Soon she came to the March Hare's house, with ear-shaped chimneys and a roof thatched with fur, and walked toward it rather timidly.26Under a tree in front of the March Hare's house, a long table was set for tea. The March Hare and the Hatter sat crowded at one corner, using a sleeping Dormouse as a cushion for their elbows. "No room! No room!" they cried when they saw Alice coming.27Alice sat down in a large arm-chair anyway. The March Hare offered her wine, though there was nothing on the table but tea, and after some rude talk about her hair, the Hatter opened his eyes very wide and asked, "Why is a raven like a writing-desk?"28Nobody knew the riddle's answer. The Hatter's watch told the day of the month, and it was two days wrong, because the March Hare had put butter in the works. The Hatter explained that he had quarrelled with Time, so now it was always six o'clock. It was always tea-time, and they kept moving round the table to clean cups.29The Dormouse was woken to tell a story about three little sisters who lived on treacle at the bottom of a treacle-well. But the Hatter's rudeness was more than Alice could bear, so she walked off in disgust. When she looked back, they were trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.30In the wood, Alice found a tree with a door in it, and it took her back into the long hall. This time she got it right. She unlocked the little door with the golden key, nibbled her piece of mushroom until she was a foot high, and stepped at last into the beautiful garden.31At the entrance of the Queen's garden, Alice found three card gardeners, Two, Five and Seven, busily painting a white rose-tree red. "This here ought to have been a red rose-tree," Two whispered, "and if the Queen was to find it out, we should all have our heads cut off!"32The gardeners flung themselves flat as a grand procession arrived: soldiers, courtiers, the nervous White Rabbit, the Knave carrying the crown, and last of all the King and Queen of Hearts. When Alice answered back boldly, the Queen turned crimson and screamed "Off with her head!" "Nonsense!" said Alice loudly, and the Queen fell silent.33When the Queen ordered the gardeners beheaded, Alice hid them in a large flower-pot, and she was swept off to play croquet. It was the strangest game she had ever seen: the balls were live hedgehogs, the mallets live flamingoes, and soldiers doubled over to make the arches, while the Queen shouted "Off with his head!" about once a minute.34Then the Cheshire Cat's grinning head appeared in the air, and when it refused to kiss the King's hand, the King wanted it beheaded. The executioner argued you couldn't cut off a head with no body; the King said anything with a head could be beheaded; the Queen threatened to execute everybody. While they fetched the Duchess, the Cat's head quietly faded away.35The Duchess, now in a wonderfully good temper, tucked her arm into Alice's and found a moral in everything—"Oh, 'tis love, 'tis love, that makes the world go round!"—digging her sharp little chin into Alice's shoulder. Then her voice died away: the Queen stood before them, frowning like a thunderstorm, and the Duchess vanished in a moment.36Before long every player but the King, the Queen and Alice was under arrest, yet Alice heard the King murmur, "You are all pardoned." The Queen left her with a Gryphon asleep in the sun. It woke, watched the Queen stamp away, and chuckled: "It's all her fancy, that: they never executes nobody, you know. Come on!"37By the sea sat the Mock Turtle, sobbing on his rock. "Once I was a real Turtle," he sighed. At school their master was called Tortoise "because he taught us"; they studied Reeling and Writhing, and lessons began at ten hours a day and dropped by one daily—"because they lessen," the Gryphon explained.38Between sobs, the Mock Turtle and the Gryphon described the Lobster Quadrille, then offered to show Alice the first figure, without lobsters. They danced round and round her very solemnly, now and then treading on her toes and waving their forepaws to keep time, while the Mock Turtle sang slowly and sadly: "Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail.39Afterward the pair told Alice that under the sea shoes are done with whiting and made of soles and eels, and that no wise fish goes anywhere without a porpoise. Alice's lesson recitation came out all wrong, so she asked for a song instead. The Mock Turtle sighed deeply and sang, choking with sobs: "Beautiful Soup, so rich and green, waiting in a hot tureen!"40The Gryphon had just cried "Chorus again!" when a shout came from far away: "The trial's beginning!" Taking Alice by the hand, the Gryphon hurried off at once. "What trial is it?" Alice panted, but the Gryphon only ran faster, while the Mock Turtle's sad song grew fainter and fainter on the breeze behind them.41The King and Queen of Hearts sat on their throne in a crowded court, and before them stood the Knave, in chains. In the middle of the room was a large dish of tarts that made Alice quite hungry. She knew the judge by his great wig, though the King wore his crown on top of it and did not look at all comfortable.42The twelve jurors scribbled busily on slates, writing down their own names so they wouldn't forget them. Alice took away Bill the Lizard's squeaky pencil, so he had to write with one finger, which left no mark. Then the White Rabbit blew three blasts on his trumpet and read the accusation: "The Knave of Hearts, he stole those tarts, and took them quite away!"43The first witness was the Hatter, who arrived with his teacup and bread-and-butter. With the Queen staring at him, he got so nervous that he bit a large piece out of his teacup. Meanwhile Alice felt herself slowly growing larger, which made the squashed Dormouse move away in a sulk. After muddled evidence, the trembling Hatter shook off his shoes and ran out without them.44When a guinea-pig cheered, the officers suppressed it by popping it into a canvas bag and sitting on it. Next came the Duchess's cook, whose pepper set the whole court sneezing; she said tarts were made of "Pepper, mostly", then vanished in the uproar. Alice, bigger than ever, wondered who was next, and the White Rabbit shrilly read out the name: "Alice!"45"Here!" cried Alice when her name was called. She had grown so large that she jumped up and tipped over the jury-box with the edge of her skirt, sending the jurymen sprawling. She hurried to put them all back, and in her haste she set poor Bill the Lizard in head downwards, his tail waving sadly in the air.46The King read from his note-book: "Rule Forty-two. All persons more than a mile high to leave the court." Alice said it was no proper rule and refused to go. When the jury were told once more to consider their verdict, the Queen cried, "Sentence first, verdict afterwards!" "Stuff and nonsense!" said Alice loudly.47"Off with her head!" shouted the Queen, but nobody moved. "Who cares for you?" said Alice, now her full size again. "You're nothing but a pack of cards!" At that the whole pack rose into the air and came flying down on her. Alice screamed and tried to beat them off, and found herself lying on the riverbank with her head in her sister's lap.48Her sister brushed the leaves from her face, and Alice told her all about her curious dream before running in to tea. Her sister stayed on the bank in the sunset and half dreamed of Wonderland herself. She pictured little Alice grown up one day, still with her loving childlike heart, telling strange tales like this one to children of her own.
Adapted from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll, public domain. Pictures are AI illustrations drawn for this edition.
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