being

Tell me that first, and then, if I like being that person, I’ll come up: if not, I’ll stay down here till I’m somebody else’—but, oh dear!” cried Alice, with a sudden burst of tears, “I do wish they _would_ put their heads down!

I am so _very_ tired of being all alone here!”

“I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears!

I do hope it’ll make me grow large again, for really I’m quite tired of being such a tiny little thing!”