his eyes and said in a loud voice, 'She ought to know her way to
the ticket-office, even if she doesn't know her alphabet!'

There was a Beetle sitting next to the Goat (it was a very
queer carriage-full of passengers altogether), and, as the rule
seemed to be that they should all speak in turn, HE went on with
'She'll have to go back from here as luggage!'

Alice couldn't see who was sitting beyond the Beetle, but a
hoarse voice spoke next. 'Change engines--' it said, and was
obliged to leave off.

'It sounds like a horse,' Alice thought to herself. And an
extremely small voice, close to her ear, said, 'You might make a
joke on that--something about "horse" and "hoarse," you know.'

Then a very gentle voice in the distance said, 'She must be
labelled "Lass, with care," you know--'

And after that other voices went on ('What a number of people
there are in the carriage!' thought Alice), saying, 'She must go
by post, as she's got a head on her--' 'She must be sent as a
message by the telegraph--' 'She must draw the train herself
the rest of the way--' and so on.

But the gentleman dressed in white paper leaned forwards and
whispered in her ear, 'Never mind what they all say, my dear, but
take a return-ticket every time the train stops.'

'Indeed I shan't!' Alice said rather impatiently. 'I don't