while two large tears came rolling down its cheeks.
"You shouldn't make jokes," Alice said, "if it makes you so unhappy."
Then came another of those melancholy little sighs, and this time the poor Gnat really seemed to have sighed itself away, for when Alice looked up there was nothing whatever to be seen on the twig, and, as she was getting quite chilly with sitting still so long, she got up and walked on.
She very soon came to an open field with a wood on the other side of it. It looked much darker than the last wood, and Alice felt a little timid about going into it. However, on second thoughts, she made up her mind to go on. "For I certainly won't go back," she thought to herself, and this was the only way to the Eighth Square.
"This must be the wood," she said, thoughtfully, to herself, "where things have no names. I wonder what 'll
