Friday, November 13, 2015

A test post with a photo

Down, down, down. There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon began  talking again. 'Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I should think!'  (Dinah was the cat.) 'I hope they'll remember her saucer of milk at  tea-time. Dinah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are no  mice in the air, I'm afraid, but you might catch a bat, and that's very  like a mouse, you know. But do cats eat bats, I wonder?' And here Alice  began to get rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy  sort of way, 'Do cats eat bats? Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, 'Do  bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either question,  it didn't much matter which way she put it. She felt that she was dozing  off, and had just begun to dream that she was walking hand in hand with  Dinah, and saying to her very earnestly, 'Now, Dinah, tell me the truth:  did you ever eat a bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon  a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.