Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversation in it, " and what is the use of a book", thought Alice, " without pictures or conversation"?
So she was considering in her own mind ( as well as she could, for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a dasy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her .