"Tell me what you think of them." In a very dainty, refined way Alice wet her finger and put the tissue back from the first one.

Life! How many there were! There were three dozzing at least.

And she held it up to the light.
Mrs.Stubbs sat in an arm-chair, leaning very much to one side.

There was a look of mild astonishment on her large face, and well there might be.

For though the arm-chair stood on a carpet, to the left of it, miraculously skirting the carpet-border, there was a dashing water-fall.
On her right stood a Grecian pillar with a giant fern-tree on either side of it, and in the background towered a gaunt mountain, pale with snow.
"It is a nice style, isn't it ?" shouted Mrs.Stubbs; and Alice had just screamed "Sweetly" when the roaring of the Primus stove died down, fizzled out, ceased, and she said "Pretty" in a silence that was frightening.
"Draw up your chair, my dear," said Mrs.Stubbs, beginning to pour out.
"Yes," she said thoughtfully, as she handed the tea, "but I don't care about the size.