ALICE ON THE STAND.
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CHAPTER XII.
AL-ICE ON THE STAND.
"Here!" cried Al-ice, but she quite for-got how large she had grown in the last few min-utes, and jumped up in such haste that the edge of her skirt tipped the ju-ry box and turned them all out on the heads of the crowd be-low; and there they lay sprawl-ing a-bout, which made her think of a globe of gold-fish which she had up-set the week be-fore.
"Oh, I beg your par-don!" she said, and picked them up and put them backed in the ju-ry box as fast as she could.
"The tri-al can not go on," said the King in a grave
