`Well, I've tried to say "How doth the little busy bee", but it all came different!' Alice replied in a very melancholy voice.
`Repeat "You are old, Father William",' said the Caterpillar.
Alice folded her hands, and began:
`You are old, Father William,' the young man said,
`That is not said right,' said the Caterpillar.
`Not quite right, I'm afraid,' said Alice, timidly: `some of the words have got altered.'
`It is wrong from beginning to end,' said the Caterpillar, decidedly; and there was silence for some minutes.
The Caterpillar was the first to speak.
`What size do you want to be?' it asked.
`Oh, I'm not particular as to size,' Alice hastily replied; `only one doesn't like changing so often, you know.'
`I don't know,' said the Caterpillar.
Alice said nothing: she had never been so much contradicted in all her life before, and she felt that she was losing her temper.
`Are you content now!' said the Caterpillar.
`Well, I should like to be a little larger, Sir, if you wouldn't mind,' said Alice: `three inches is such a wretched height to be.'
`It is a very good height indeed!' said the Caterpillar angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly three inches high).
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