Alice in Wonderland 1915 quotes, page 3

C.f. "The Mock Turtle's Story," ch. 9 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (London: Macmillan and Co., 1866), p. 140:
"Once," said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deep sigh, "I was a real Turtle."
These words were followed by a very long silence, broken only by an occasional exclamation of "Hjckrrh!" from the Gryphon, and the constant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle.

C.f. "The Mock Turtle's Story," ch. 9 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (London: Macmillan and Co., 1866), p. 143:
"Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with," the Mock Turtle replied: "and then the different branches of Arithmetic—Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision."

C.f. "The Mock Turtle's Story," ch. 9 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (London: Macmillan and Co., 1866), pp. 141–142:
"When we were little," the Mock Turtle went on at last, more calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, "we went to school in the sea.  The master was an old Turtle—we used to call him Tortoise—"
"Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?" Alice asked.
"We called him Tortoise, because he taught us," said the Mock Turtle angrily; "really you are very dull!"

C.f. "The Pool of Tears," ch. 2 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (London: Macmillan and Co., 1866), p. 18:
It was the White Rabbit returning, splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other: he came trotting along in a great hurry, muttering to himself as he came, "Oh! the Duchess, the Duchess!  Oh! won't she be savage if I've kept her waiting!"
Reading the accusation

C.f. "The Pool of Tears," ch. 2 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (London: Macmillan and Co., 1866), pp. 23–24:
"I wish I hadn't cried so much!" said Alice, as she swam about, trying to find her way out.  "I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears!  That will be a **** thing, to be sure!  However, everything is **** to-day."
To the attendees of the Animal Convention

C.f. "The Queen's Croquet-Ground," ch. 8 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (London: Macmillan and Co., 1866), p. 121:
Alice thought she had never seen such a curious croquet-ground in her life: it was all ridges and furrows; the croquet-balls were live hedgehogs, and the mallets live flamingoes, and the soldiers had to double themselves up and stand on their hands and feet, to make the arches.

C.f. "Who Stole the Tarts?," ch. 11 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland (London: Macmillan and Co., 1866), p. 166.

Down she came upon
a heap of sticks and
dry leaves.

Down she came upona heap of sticks anddry leaves.

I took up Reeling andWrithing, and the differentbranches of Arithmetic---Ambition, Distraction,Uglification and Derision.

I wish I hadn't talked
so much about our cat,
nobody seems to like her
down here.

I wish I hadn't talkedso much about our cat,nobody seems to like herdown here.

I wish my cat werehere. She's such acapital one for catchingmice.

If it had grown up it
would have made a
dreadfully ugly child;
but it makes rather a
handsome pig.

If it had grown up itwould have made adreadfully ugly child;but it makes rather ahandsome pig.