Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

A Caucus-Race and a Long Tale

Chapter 2 All the members of the Gilliken Gang possessed the privilege which the London girl demands—that of having their evenings for their very own. Some were engaged in a large mineral water factory in Albany Road; two walked over Blackfriars Bridge to the City every morning; the remainder did nothing of a definite character….

CHAPTER XIII THE FIRST WOMEN’S PARLIAMENT — CLOGS AND SHAWLS COME TO LONDON — ARISTOCRACY JOINS THE MOVEMENT — MY FIRST VISIT ABROAD Nineteen hundred and seven was a red-letter year for me. In this year the first Women’s Parliament was held. We called it the Women’s Parliament, though the only thing discussed was Votes…

The Pool of Tears “Curiouser and curiouser!” cried Alice (she was so much surprised, that for the moment she quite forgot how to speak good English); “now I’m opening out like the largest telescope that ever was! Good-bye, feet!” (for when she looked down at her feet, they seemed to be almost out of sight,…

SWEEPING A CROSSING. “Spare a copper! Spare a copper!” Every Londoner knows the hackneyed phrase. Walking one day from Oxford Circus to Charing Cross, I heard it fourteen times. “Help a poor chap!” “Pity an old sweep!” These were the variations which occasionally broke the monotony of the appeal. Into each outstretched hand I dropped…