‘I do know it, Alice; only I cannot say all of it.’
‘Then I will teach it you,’ said Alice; and she repeated all four verses several times, till little Beatrice could say them nicely.
Grandmamma was very pleased when they came home, to hear little Beatrice say the following pretty verses to her:
‘Roll on, roll on, you restless waves,
That toss about and roar;
Why do you all run back again
When you have reached the shore?
‘Roll on, roll on, you noisy waves,
Roll higher up the strand;
How is it that you cannot pass