You were beginning to get very tired of sitting by the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice you had peeped into your book, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of a book,” you thought “without pictures or conversations?”

So you were considering in your own mind (as well as you could, for the hot day made you feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Pirate Rabbit with white eyes ran close by you.

There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did you think it so very much out of the way to hear the Pirate say to himself, “Argh! I shall be late!” (when you thought it over afterwards, it occurred to you that you ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Pirate Rabbit actually took a watch out of his waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on, you started to her feet, for it flashed across your mind that you had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, or let alone be a pirate!