Advice from a Caterpillar

Arwy Official

The footsteps belonged once more to the White Rabbit. He came along anxiously, peering into corners as if he had mislaid something more important than his courage. "The Duchess! The Duchess! Oh my dear paws! Where can I have dropped them?" He was searching for the fan and gloves he had abandoned. Alice, who had no wish to frighten him again, stood very still. It did no good. The Rabbit saw her and mistook her at once…