Water restrictions to deal with drought
This sounded a very good reason, and Alice was quite pleased to know it. ‘I never thought of that before!’ she said. So Alice picked him up very gently, and lifted him across more slowly than she had lifted the Queen, that she mightn’t take his breath away: but, before she put him on the table, she thought she might as well dust him a little, he was so covered with ashes. So the boat was left to drift down the stream as it would, till it glided gently in among the waving rushes.
And then the little sleeves were carefully rolled up, and the little arms were plunged in elbow-deep to get the rushes a good long way down before breaking them off – and for a while Alice forgot all about the Sheep and the knitting, as she bent over the side of the boat, with just the ends of her tangled hair dipping into the water – while with bright eager eyes she caught at one bunch after another of the darling scented rushes. ‘I only hope the boat won’t tipple over!’ she said to herself. ‘Oh, WHAT a lovely one! Only I couldn’t quite reach it. And it certainly DID seem a little provoking (‘almost as if it happened on purpose,’ she thought) that, though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely one that she couldn’t reach.