Of course the first thing to do was to make a grand survey of thecountry she was going to travel through. `It's something very likelearning geography,' thought Alice, as she stood on tiptoe in hopes ofbeing able to see a little further. `Principal rivers--there ARE none.
Principal mountains--I'm on the only one, but I don't think it's got anyname. Principal towns--why, what ARE those creatures, making honeydown there? They can't be bees--nobody ever saw bees a mile off, youknow--' and for some time she stood silent, watching one of them that wasbustling about among the flowers, poking its proboscis into them, `just asif it was a regular bee,' thought Alice.
However, this was anything but a regular bee: in fact it was anelephant--as Alice soon found out, though the idea quite took her breathaway at first. `And what enormous flowers they must be!' was her nextidea. `Something like cottages with the roofs taken off, and stalks put tothem--and what quantities of honey they must make! I think I'll go downand--no, I won't JUST yet, ' she went on, checking herself just as she wasbeginning to run down the hill, and trying to find some excuse for turningshy so suddenly. `It'll never do to go down among them without a goodlong branch to brush them away--and what fun it'll be when they ask mehow I like my walk. I shall say-- "Oh, I like it well enough--"' (herecame the favourite little toss of the head), `"only it was so dusty and hot,and the elephants did tease so!"'
`I think I'll go down the other way,' she said after a pause: `andperhaps I may visit the elephants later on. Besides, I do so want to getinto the Third Square!'
So with this excuse she ran down the hill and jumped over the firstof the six little brooks.
* * * * * * ** * * ** ** * * * * * *`Tickets, please!' said the Guard, putting his head in at the window.
In a moment everybody was holding out a ticket: they were about thesame size as the people, and quite seemed to fill the carriage.
`Now then! Show your ticket, child!' the Guard went on, lookingangrily at Alice. And a great many voices all said together (`like thechorus of a song,' thought Alice), `Don't keep him waiting, child! Why,his time is worth a thousand pounds a minute!'
`I'm afraid I haven't got one,' Alice said in a frightened tone: `therewasn't a ticket-office where I came from.' And again the chorus of voiceswent on. `There wasn't room for one where she came from. The landthere is worth a thousand pounds an inch!'
`Don't make excuses,' said the Guard: `you should have boughtone from the engine-driver.' And once more the chorus of voices went onwith `The man that drives the engine. Why, the smoke alone is worth athousand pounds a puff!'
Alice thought to herself, `Then there's no use in speaking.' Thevoices didn't join in this time, as she hadn't spoken, but to her greatsurprise, they all THOUGHT in chorus (I hope you understand whatTHINKING IN CHORUS means--for I must confess that _I_ don't),`Better say nothing at all. Language is worth a thousand pounds a word!'