You see , Kitty , it MUST have been either me or the Red King . He was part of my dream , of course -- but then I was part of his dream , too ! WAS it the Red King , Kitty ? You were his wife , my dear , so you ought to know -- Oh , Kitty , DO help to settle it ! I 'm sure your paw can wait ! ' But the provoking kitten only began on the other paw , and pretended it had n't heard the question . Which do YOU think it was ? -- A boat beneath a sunny sky , Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July -- Children three that nestle near , Eager eye and willing ear , Pleased a simple tale to hear -- Long has paled that sunny sky : Echoes fade and memories die . Autumn frosts have slain July . Still she haunts me , phantomwise , Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes . Children yet , the tale to hear , Eager eye and willing ear , Lovingly shall nestle near . In a Wonderland they lie , Dreaming as the days go by , Dreaming as the summers die : Ever drifting down the stream -- Lingering in the golden gleam -- Life , what is it but a dream ? I. JIMMY 'S CRUISE IN THE PINAFORE . HOW HE SHIPPED . A boy sat on a door-step in a despondent attitude , with his eyes fixed on a pair of very shabby shoes , and his elbows resting on his knees , as if to hide the big patches there . But it was not the fact that his toes were nearly out and his clothes dilapidated which brought the wrinkles to his forehead and the tears to his eyes , for he was used to that state of things , and bore it without complaint . The prospect was a dull one for a lively lad full of the spring longings which sunny April weather always brings . But it was not the narrow back-street where noisy children played and two or three dusty trees tried to bud without sunshine , that made him look so dismal . Nor was it the knowledge that a pile of vests was nearly ready for him to trudge away with before he could really rest after doing many errands to save mother 's weary feet . No , it was a burden that lay very heavily on his heart , and made it impossible to even whistle as he waited .
Above the sounds that filled the street he XXXXX a patient moan from the room within ; and no matter what object his eyes rested on , he saw with sorrowful distinctness a small white face turned wistfully toward the window , as if weary of the pillow where it had laid so long .
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