Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing todo: oncetwice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures orconversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,` thought Alice `without pictures orconversations?`So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel veryy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble ofgetting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so very much out of the way tohear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!` (when she thought it overafterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemedquite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked atit, and hurried on, Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had neverbefore seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket,a watch to take out of it, and burning withcuriosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a largerabbit-hole under the hedge.