be a thunderstorm coming on. 'What a thick black cloud that is!'
she said. 'And how fast it comes! Why, I do believe it's got
wings!'

'It's the crow!' Tweedledum cried out in a shrill voice of
alarm: and the two brothers took to their heels and were out of
sight in a moment.

Alice ran a little way into the wood, and stopped under a large
tree. 'It can never get at me HERE,' she thought: 'it's far too
large to squeeze itself in among the trees. But I wish it wouldn't
flap its wings so--it makes quite a hurricane in the wood--
here's somebody's shawl being blown away!'




CHAPTER V

Wool and Water


She caught the shawl as she spoke, and looked about for the
owner: in another moment the White Queen came running wildly
through the wood, with both arms stretched out wide, as if she
were flying, and Alice very civilly went to meet her with the
shawl.

'I'm very glad I happened to be in the way,' Alice said, as she
helped her to put on her shawl again.