"Cheshire-cat!" she whispered, her voice catching and hysterical. "Oh, it must be the Cheshire-cat! Hellow there!" The Cheshire-cat was one of her best friends in Wonderland, one whom she loved the most; Alice held a last, faint hope that he at least would not let her down, that he would not have changed, that he might help her and stop the insanity.
She called to him, frantically, desperately. "Cheshire-cat! Oh, Cheshire-cat, please help me! Please make them stop! Help me!"
The smile got a little wider, but made no reply. Alice looked closely, and though that she saw something in its teeth. It was something red, she thought, but she could not tell what.
Then, suddenly, she realized what it was. She threw her hands against her ears and screamed, over and over. Wildly, she cla
