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           Soshesaton,withclosedeyes,andhalfbelievedherselfinWonderland,thoughsheknewshehadbuttoopenthemagain,andallwouldchangetodullreality—thegrasswouldbeonlyrustlinginthewind,andthepoolripplingtothewavingofthereeds—therattlingteacupswouldchangetotinklingsheep-bells,andtheQueen’sshrillcriestothevoiceoftheshepherdboy—andthesneezeofthebaby,theshriekoftheGryphon,andallthyotherqueernoises,wouldchange(sheknew)totheconfusedclamourofthebusyfarm-yard—whilethelowingofthecattleinthedistancewouldtaketheplaceoftheMockTurtle’sheavysobs. 

           Lastly,shepicturedtoherselfhowthissamelittlesisterofherswould,intheafter-time,beherselfagrownwoman; andhowshewouldkeep,throughallherriperyears,thesimpleandlovingheartofherchildhood: andhowshewouldgatheraboutherotherlittlechildren,andmaketheireyesbrightandeagerwithmanyastrangetale,perhapsevenwiththedreamofWonderlandoflongago: andhowshewouldfeelwithalltheirsimplesorrows,andfindapleasureinalltheirsimplejoys,rememberingherownchild-life,andthehappysummerdays.