that 's all wrong , I 'm certain ! I must have been changed for Florence ! I 'll try and say `` How doth the little , '' '' and she crossed her hands on her lap , and began , but her voice sounded hoarse and strange , and the words did not sound the same as they used to do : `` How doth the little crocodile Improve its shining tail , And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale ! `` How cheerfully it seems to grin ! How neatly spreads its claws ! And welcomes little fishes in With gently-smiling jaws ! '' `` I 'm sure those are not the right words , '' said poor Alice , and her eyes filled with tears as she thought `` I must be Florence after all , and I shall have to go and live in that poky little house , and have next to no toys to play with , and oh ! ever so many lessons to learn ! No ! I 've made up my mind about it : if I 'm Florence , I 'll stay down here ! It 'll be no use their putting their heads down and saying ` come up , dear ! ' I shall only look up and say ` who am I then ? answer me that first , and then , if I like being that person , I 'll come up : if not , I 'll stay down here till I 'm somebody else -- but , oh dear ! '' cried Alice with a sudden burst of tears , `` I do wish they would put their heads down ! I am so tired of being all alone here ! '' As she said this , she looked down at her hands , and was surprised to find she had put on one of the rabbit 's little gloves while she was talking . `` How can I have done that ? '' thought she , `` I must be growing small again . '' She got up and went to the table to measure herself by it , and found that , as nearly as she could guess , she was now about two feet high , and was going on shrinking rapidly : soon she found out that the reason of it was the nosegay she held in her hand : she dropped it hastily , just in time to save herself from shrinking away altogether , and found that she was now only three inches high . `` Now for the garden ! ''
cried XXXXX , as she hurried back to the little door , but the little door was locked again , and the little gold key was lying on the glass table as before , and `` things are worse than ever ! ''
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