>>5875400Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began talking again. <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">“Dinah’ll miss me very much to-night, I should think!”</span></span> (Dinah was the cat.) <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">“I hope they’ll remember her saucer of milk at tea-time. Dinah, my dear, I wish you were down here with me! There are no mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that’s very like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?”</span></span> And here Alice began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of way, <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">“Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?”</span></span> and sometimes, <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i">“Do bats eat cats?”</span></span> for, you see, as she couldn’t answer either question, it didn’t much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, <span class="mu-g"><span class="mu-i"><span class="mu-s">“Now, Dinah, tell me the truth: did you ever eat a bat?”</span></span></span> when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of dry leaves, and the fall was over.
