'This must be the wood,' she said thoughtfully to herself,
'where things have no names. I wonder what'll become of MY name
when I go in? I shouldn't like to lose it at all--because
they'd have to give me another, and it would be almost certain to
be an ugly one. But then the fun would be trying to find the
creature that had got my old name! That's just like the
advertisements, you know, when people lose dogs--"ANSWERS TO
THE NAME OF 'DASH:' HAD ON A BRASS COLLAR"--just fancy calling
everything you met "Alice," till one of them answered! Only they
wouldn't answer at all, if they were wise.'

She was rambling on in this way when she reached the wood: it
looked very cool and shady. 'Well, at any rate it's a great
comfort,' she said as she stepped under the trees, 'after being
so hot, to get into the--into WHAT?' she went on, rather
surprised at not being able to think of the word. 'I mean to get
under the--under the--under THIS, you know!' putting her
hand on the trunk of the tree. 'What DOES it call itself, I
wonder? I do believe it's got no name--why, to be sure it
hasn't!'

She stood silent for a minute, thinking: then she suddenly
began again. 'Then it really HAS happened, after all! And now,
who am I? I WILL remember, if I can! I'm determined to do it!'
But being determined didn't help much, and all she could say,
after a great deal of puzzling, was, 'L, I KNOW it begins with L!'

Just then a Fawn came wandering by: it looked at Alice with
its large gentle eyes, but didn't seem at all frightened. 'Here