At last he said, "You're travelling the wrong way," and shut up the window and went away.
"So young a child," said the gentleman sitting opposite to her (he was dressed in white paper), "ought to know which way she's going, even if she doesn't know her own name!" A Goat, that was sitting next to the gentleman in white, shut 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 belong to this railway journey at all--I was in a wood just now--and I wish I could get back there." "You might make a joke on THAT," said the little voice close to her ear: "something about "you WOULD if you could," you know." "Don't tease so," said Alice, looking about in vain to see where the voice came from; "if you're so anxious to have a joke made, why don't you make one yourself ?" The little voice sighed deeply: it was VERY unhappy, evidently, and Alice would have said something pitying to comfort it, "If it would only sigh like other people!" she thought.

But this was such a wonderfully small sigh, that she wouldn't have heard it at all, if it hadn't come QUITE close to her ear.