She did not get hold of anything , but she heard a little shriek and a fall , and a crash of broken glass , from which she concluded that it was just possible it had fallen into a cucumber-frame , or something of the sort . Next came an angry voice -- the Rabbit 's -- ` Pat ! Pat ! Where are you ? ' And then a voice she had never heard before , ` Sure then I 'm here ! Digging for apples , yer honour ! ' ` Digging for apples , indeed ! ' said the Rabbit angrily . ` Here ! Come and help me out of THIS ! ' -LRB- Sounds of more broken glass . -RRB- ` Now tell me , Pat , what 's that in the window ? ' ` Sure , it 's an arm , yer honour ! ' -LRB- He pronounced it ` arrum . ' -RRB- ` An arm , you goose ! Who ever saw one that size ? Why , it fills the whole window ! ' ` Sure , it does , yer honour : but it 's an arm for all that . ' ` Well , it 's got no business there , at any rate : go and take it away ! ' There was a long silence after this , and Alice could only hear whispers now and then ; such as , ` Sure , I do n't like it , yer honour , at all , at all ! '
` Do as I XXXXX you , you coward ! '
'm 's Come Digging came fills hear heard help tell