The March Hare

The cat appeared again, and said it was mad. Alice waited a little, I've expecting to see it again - but it did not appear. After a minute or two she walked on in the direction in which the March hare was said to live. She thought it must be a right house, because the chimneys were shaped like ears, and the roof was stitched with fur. It was so large a house, that she did not like to go near until she nibbled some more of the left-hand bit of the mushroom. Even then she walked up toward it rather timidly,. saying to herself, suppose it should be raving mad after all. Thank you for listening