Voorbeeld: Boek

47 Looking-Glass Insects Just then a Fawn came wandering by: it looked at Alice with its large gentle eyes, but didn’t seem at all frightened. ‘Here then! Here then!’Alice said, as he held out her hand and tried to stroke it; but it only started back a little, and then stood looking at her again. ‘What do you call yourself?’ the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had! ‘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, of you’ll move a little further on,’ the Fawn said. ‘I can’t remember here.’