"I wish I knew!" thought poor Alice. She answered, rather sadly, "Nothing, just now."
"Think again," it said; "that won't do."
Alice thought, but nothing came of it. "Please, would you tell me what you call yourself?" she said, timidly. "I think that might help a little."
"I'll tell you if you'll come a little farther on," the Fawn said. "I can't remember here."
So they walked on together through the wood, Alice with her arms clasped lovingly round the soft neck of the Fawn, till they came out into another open field, and here the Fawn gave a sudden bound into the air and shook itself free from Alice's arm. "I'm a Fawn!" it cried out, in a voice of delight. "And, dear me! you're a human child!" A sudden look of alarm came into its beautiful brown eyes,
