was very unhappy, evidently, and Alice would have said something pitying to comfort it "if it would only sigh like other people!" she thought. But this was such a wonderfully small sigh that she wouldn't have heard it at all if it hadn't come quite close to her ear. The consequence of this was that it tickled her ear very much, and quite took off her thoughts from the unhappiness of the poor little creature.
"I know you are a friend," the little voice went on—"a dear friend, and an old friend. And you won't hurt me, though I am an insect."
"What kind of insect?" Alice inquired, a little anxiously. What she really wanted to know was whether it could sting or not, but she thought this wouldn't be quite a civil question to ask.
"What, then you don't—" the little voice began, when it was drowned by a shrill scream from the engine, and every-
