When we'd rested a little, Alice said—
"It was a long way to the enchanted wood, but it is very nice now we are there. I wonder what we shall find in it?"
"We shall find deer," said Dicky, "if we go to look; but they go on the other side of the Park because of the people with buns."
Saying buns made us think of lunch, so we had it; and when we had done we scratched a hole under a tree and buried the papers, because we know it spoils pretty places to leave beastly, greasy papers lying about. I remember Mother teaching me and Dora that, when we were quite little. I wish everybody's parents would teach them this useful lesson, and the same about orange peel.
When we'd eaten everything there was, Alice whispered—
"I see the white witch bear yonder among the trees! Let's track it and slay it in its lair."
"I am the bear," said Noel; so he crept away, and we followed him among the trees. Often the witch bear was out of sight, and then you didn't know where it would jump out from; but sometimes we saw it, and just followed.
"When we catch it there'll be a great
