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Mr Dodgson helps me into the dress-up clothes.

 

Suddenly I don't feel like Alice any more. I am a poor girl whose mother has sent her onto the street to beg.

 

A kind gentleman presses a copper coin into my hand. I want to run to mother and tell her but I don't. I hide the coin in my clothes and wait for another gentleman.

 

If I learn to stand in a certain way I earn more money. Head tilted, hand on hip, bold as brass I catch the eyes of the passers by.

 

On a good day I earn enough for a loaf of bread. On a bad day I earn nothing. That sets my mother thinking.

 

What else can I do?

 

 

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