Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do. Once or
twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, "and
what is the use of a book," thought Alice, "without pictures or conversations?"
So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the day made her feel very sleepy and
stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking
the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
