There was a Beetle sitting next the Goat (it was a very queer carriage-*ful of passengers altogether), and, as the rule seemed to be that they should all speak in turn, he went on with, "She'll have to go back from here as luggage!"
Alice couldn't see who was sitting beyond the Beetle, but a hoarse voice spoke next. "Change engines," it said, and there it choked and was obliged to leave off.
"It sounds like a horse," Alice thought to herself. And an extremely small voice, close to her ear, said, "You might make a joke on that—something about 'horse' and 'hoarse,' you know."
Then a very gentle voice in the distance said, "She must be labelled, 'Lass, with care,' you know."
And after that other voices went on ("What a number of people there are in the carriage!" thought Alice), saying, "She must go by post, as she's
