Chapter 3 A Caucasus Race and a long tail

They were indeed a queer-looking party that assembled on the bank,

the birds with draggled feathers, the animals with their fur clinging close to them,

and all dripping wet, cross and uncomfortable.

The first question of course was how to get dry again.

They had a consultation about this, and after a few minutes it seemed quite natural to Alice to find herself

talking familiarly with them as if she had known them her whole life.

Indeed she had quite a long argument with the Laurie who at last turned sulky

and would only say I am older than you and must know better.

And this Alice would not allow without knowing how old it was.

And as the lorry positively refused to tell its age,

there is no more to be said.

At last, the mouse who seemed to be a person of authority among them called out,

sit down all of you and listen to me and I'll soon make you dry enough.

They all sat down at once in a large ring with the mouse in the middle.

Alice kept her eyes anxiously fixed on it, for she felt sure that she would catch a bad cold if she did not get dry very soon.

Ahem, said the mouse with an important air.

Are you all ready?

This is the driest thing I know.

Silence all around if you please.

William the Conqueror, whose cause was favoured by the Pope, was soon submitted to by the English,

who wanted leaders, and had been of late much accustomed to surpation and conquest.

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