However, on second thoughts, she made up her mind to go on: "for I certainly won't go BACK," she thought to herself, and this was the only way to the Eighth Square.
"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.