I look for butterflies that sleep among the wheat. "Looking-glass," chap. viii., p. 177.

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HOSE look was mild, whose speech was slow. “ Looking-glass,” cháp. viii., p. 181.

JULY 2.

TOLD you butter wouldn't suit the works.

"Wonderland," chap. vii., p. 99.

JULY 3.

OW dreadfully savage!

"Wonderland," chap. vii., p. 104.

JULY 2.

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'M not a mile high.

"Wonderland," chap. xii., p. 180.

JULY 5.

PEAK in French when you can't think of the
English for a thing.

"Looking-glass," chap ii., p. 45.

JULY 6.

O you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs.