How queer everything is to-day!
Alice took up the fan and gloves, and, as the hall was very
hot, she kept fanning herself all the time she went on talking:
`Dear, dear! How queer everything is to-day! And yesterday
things went on just as usual. I wonder if I’ve been changed in
the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this
morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little
different. But if I’m not the same, the next question is, Who in
the world am I? Ah, THAT’S the great puzzle!’ And she began
thinking over all the children she knew that were of the same age
as herself, to see if she could have been changed for any of
them.
