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?