hot, to get into theinto theinto what?" she went on, rather surprised at not being able to think of the word. "I mean to get under theunder theunder this, you know!" putting her hand on the trunk of the tree. "What does it call itself, I wonder? I do believe it's got no namewhy, to be sure it hasn't!"
She stood silent for a minute, thinking: then she suddenly began again. "Then it really has happened, after all! And now, who am I? I will remember, if I can! I'm determined to do it!" But being determined didn't help her much, and all she could say, after a great deal of puzzling, was, "L, I know it begins with L!"
Just then a Fawn came wandering by: it looked at Alice with its large gentle eyes, but didn't seem at all frightened. "Here then! Here then!" Alice said, as she held out her hand and tried to stroke it; but it only started back a little, and then stood looking at her again.
"What do you call yourself?" the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had!
