she generally gave herself very good advice (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to box her own ears for having cheated herself in a game of croquet she was playing against herself,. for this curious child was very fond of pretending to be two people. “but it’s no use now,” thought poor alice, “to pretend to be two people! why, there’s hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!”
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march 8, 1840
in the brooks the slight grating sound of small cakes of ice, floating with various
speed, is full of content and promise, and where the water gurgles under a natural
bridge, you may hear these hasty rafts hold conversation in an undertone. every rill
is a channel for the juices of the meadow. last year's grasses and flower-stalks
have been steeped in rain and snow, and now the brooks flow with meadow tea.
