Well, perhaps you haven t found it so yet, said Alice; but when you
have to turn into a chrysalis you will some day, you know and then
after that into a butterfly, I should think you ll feel it a little
queer, won t you?
Not a bit, said the Caterpillar.
Well, perhaps your feelings may be different, said Alice; all I know
is, it would feel very queer to _me_.
You! said the Caterpillar contemptuously. Who are _you?_
Which brought them back again to the beginning of the conversation.
Alice felt a little irritated at the Caterpillar s making such _very_
short remarks, and she drew herself up and said, very gravely, I
think, you ought to tell me who _you_ are, first.
Why? said the Caterpillar.
Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could not think of any
good reason, and as the Caterpillar seemed to be in a _very_ unpleasant
state of mind, she turned away.
Come back! the Caterpillar called after her. I ve something
important to say!
This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and came back again.
Keep your temper, said the Caterpillar.
Is that all? said Alice, swallowing down her anger as well as she
could.
No, said the Caterpillar.
Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had nothing else to do,
and perhaps after all it might tell her something worth hearing. For
some minutes it puffed away without speaking, but at last it unfolded
its arms, took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said, So you
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