The nursery has its share of my day, in such fashion that little people may not think big people created to stop fun and to be a throttle-valve on animal spirits. But there are romps and romps, some being beyond an adipose six-foot-two. Hence this story. Perhaps it will prove acceptable at cooling times in other nurseries, as it was in ours.
It may be thought that in introducing a certain little lady ALICEnce has been taken. But royal personages are public property. Will he that crowned queen Alice deign to accept the two little pages devoted to her as proof that it is held an honour to follow in the train of Carrollus Primus? Forbid it that this one should lose his head, or be facile, except in conjunction with princeps. Long live Carrollus Le Wis! for if he failed us, who could be got in lieu is a question. Never was there one greater at the feat of putting things on a child’s footing, and to have but half his understanding of how to do it is the sole ambition of one
Jambe On.
little boys (whose names you must not know—so, choosing something like them, they shall be called Norval, Jaques, and Ranulf) had been reading all about Alice, and the strange, funny things she saw and did when fast asleep.
IF WE COULD.
“I wonder,” said Jaques, “if I could ever get to sleep like her, so as to walk through looking-glasses, and that sort of thing, without breaking them or coming up against the wall!”