[Eventually, Alice cries out all there is to cry. She hiccups and merely clings to Jim, not sure what else to do. She knows she has to pack, but her nose is stuffed, her eyes hurt, and her feet feel heavy. She doesn't want to move. Let her turn into a statue right there with a pretty plaque saying "here sits Alice Liddell." She knew it wasn't a very wordy plaque like they were supposed to be, but it got to the point. Sometimes being wordy made things less...
Less mucher. Sometimes being short and simple had all the muchness it needed.
She pulled her handkerchief from her pinafore pocket and wiped her eyes, sniffling.]
I didn't mean to cry so much. [She hoarsely whispered.] I'm sorry I cried all over you.
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Less mucher. Sometimes being short and simple had all the muchness it needed.
She pulled her handkerchief from her pinafore pocket and wiped her eyes, sniffling.]
I didn't mean to cry so much. [She hoarsely whispered.] I'm sorry I cried all over you.