There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went
back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at
any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this
time she found a little bottle on it, ('which certainly was not here
before,' said Alice,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper
label, with the words 'DRINK ME' beautifully printed on it in large
letters.
It was all very well to say 'Drink me,' but the wise little Alice was
not going to do THAT in a hurry. 'No, I'll look first,' she said, 'and
see whether it's marked "poison" or not'; for she had read several
nice little histories about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by
wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they WOULD not
remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a
red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you
cut your finger VERY deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she
had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked
'poison,' it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.
Wednesday, 1 October 2014
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