BOOK TWOThe Hidden River
“I wish you wouldn’t squeeze so,” said the Dormouse, who was sitting next to her. “I can hardly breathe.”“I can’t help it,” said Alice very meekly. “I’m growing.”
“I wish you wouldn’t squeeze so,” said the Dormouse, who was sitting next to her. “I can hardly breathe.”
“I can’t help it,” said Alice very meekly. “I’m growing.”