So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality--the grass would be only rustling in the wind, and the pool rippling to the waving of the reeds--the rattling teacups would change to tinkling sheep-bells, and the Queen's shrill cries to the voice of the shepherd boy--and the sneeze of the baby, the shriek of the Gryphon, and all the other queer noises, would change (she knew) to the confused clamour of the busy farm-yard--while the lowing of the cattle in the distance would take the place of the Mock Turtle's heavy sobs.
Então ela se sentou, com os olhos fechados, e metade dela acreditou no País das Maravilhas, embora soubesse que tinha que abrir novamente, e todo iria mudar para a tediosa realidade...a grama seria apenas o farfalhar do vento, e a piscina ondulando juntos... o barulho das xícaras iria mudar para o tilintar dos sinos de carneiros, e o grito penetrante da Rainha a voz do jovem pastor... e o espirro do bebê, o grito do Grifo e todos os outros barulhos esquisitos iriam mudar (ela sabia) para o clamor confuso do ocupado jardim da fazenda... enquanto o mugido da vaca ao longe seria os soluços da Tartaruga Falsa.