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The great question certainly was, what? Alice looked all
round her at the flowers and the blades of grass, but she
did not see anything that looked like the right thing to eat
or drink under the circumstances. There was a large
mushroom growing near her, about the same height as
herself; and when she had looked under it, and on both
sides of it, and behind it, it occurred to her that she might
as well look and see what was on the top of it.
She stretched herself up on tiptoe, and peeped over the
edge of the mushroom, and her eyes immediately met
those of a large caterpillar, that was sitting on the top with
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its arms folded, quietly smoking a long hookah, and taking
not the smallest notice of her or of anything else.

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CHAPTER V: Advice from a Caterpillar
The Caterpillar and Alice looked at each other for
some time in silence: at last the Caterpillar took the
hookah out of its mouth, and addressed her in a languid,
sleepy voice.
’Who are you?’ said the Caterpillar.
This was not an encouraging opening for a
conversation. Alice replied, rather shyly, ‘I—I hardly
know, sir, just at present— at least I know who I WAS
when I got up this morning, but I think I must have been
changed several times since then.’
’What do you mean by that?’ said the Caterpillar
sternly. ‘Explain yourself!’
’I can’t explain myself, I’m afraid, sir’ said Alice,
‘because I’m not myself, you see.’
’I don’t see,’ said the Caterpillar.
’I’m afraid I can’t put it more clearly,’ Alice replied
very politely, ‘for I can’t understand it myself to begin
with; and being so many different sizes in a day is very
confusing.’
’It isn’t,’ said the Caterpillar.
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’Well, perhaps you haven’t found it so yet,’ said Alice;
‘but when you have to turn into a chrysalis—you will
some day, you know—and then after that into a butterfly,
I should think you’ll feel it a little queer, won’t you?’
’Not a bit,’ said the Caterpillar.
’Well, perhaps your feelings may be different,’ said
Alice; ‘all I know is, it would feel very queer to me.’
’You!’ said the Caterpillar contemptuously. ‘Who are
you?’
Which brought them back again to the beginning of
the conversation. Alice felt a little irritated at the
Caterpillar’s making such very short remarks, and she drew
herself up and said, very gravely, ‘I think, you ought to tell
me who you are, first.’
’Why?’ said the Caterpillar.
Here was another puzzling question; and as Alice could
not think of any good reason, and as the Caterpillar
seemed to be in a very unpleasant state of mind, she turned
away.
’Come back!’ the Caterpillar called after her. ‘I’ve
something important to say!’
This sounded promising, certainly: Alice turned and
came back again.
’Keep your temper,’ said the Caterpillar.
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’Is that all?’ said Alice, swallowing down her anger as
well as she could.
’No,’ said the Caterpillar.
Alice thought she might as well wait, as she had
nothing else to do, and perhaps after all it might tell her
something worth hearing. For some minutes it puffed
away without speaking, but at last it unfolded its arms,
took the hookah out of its mouth again, and said, ‘So you
think you’re changed, do you?’
’I’m afraid I am, sir,’ said Alice; ‘I can’t remember
things as I used—and I don’t keep the same size for ten
minutes together!’
’Can’t remember what things?’ said the Caterpillar.
’Well, I’ve tried to say ‘How doth the little busy bee,’ but
it all came different!’ Alice replied in a very melancholy
voice.
’Repeat, ‘you are old, Father William,‘‘ said the
Caterpillar.
Alice folded her hands, and began:—
’You are old, Father William,’ the young man said, ‘And
your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand
on your head— Do you think, at your age, it is right?’
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’In my youth,’ Father William replied to his son, ‘I feared it
might injure the brain; But, now that I’m perfectly sure I have
none, Why, I do it again and again.’
’You are old,’ said the youth, ‘as I mentioned before, And
have grown most uncommonly fat; Yet you turned a backsomersault
in at the door— Pray, what is the reason of that?’
’In my youth,’ said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, ‘I
kept all my limbs very supple By the use of this ointment—one
shilling the box— Allow me to sell you a couple?’
’You are old,’ said the youth, ‘and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with
the bones and the beak— Pray how did you manage to do it?’
’In my youth,’ said his father, ‘I took to the law, And argued
each case with my wife; And the muscular strength, which it gave
to my jaw, Has lasted the rest of my life.’
’You are old,’ said the youth, ‘one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on
the end of your nose— What made you so awfully clever?’
’I have answered three questions, and that is enough,’ Said
his father; ‘don’t give yourself airs! Do you think I can listen all
day to such stuff? Be off, or I’ll kick you down stairs!’
’That is not said right,’ said the Caterpillar.
’Not quite right, I’m afraid,’ said Alice, timidly; ‘some
of the words have got altered.’
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’It is wrong from beginning to end,’ said the Caterpillar
decidedly, and there was silence for some minutes.
The Caterpillar was the first to speak.
’What size do you want to be?’ it asked.
’Oh, I’m not particular as to size,’ Alice hastily replied;
‘only one doesn’t like changing so often, you know.’
’I don’t know,’ said the Caterpillar.
Alice said nothing: she had never been so much
contradicted in her life before, and she felt that she was
losing her temper.
’Are you content now?’ said the Caterpillar.
’Well, I should like to be a little larger, sir, if you
wouldn’t mind,’ said Alice: ‘three inches is such a
wretched height to be.’
’It is a very good height indeed!’ said the Caterpillar
angrily, rearing itself upright as it spoke (it was exactly
three inches high).
’But I’m not used to it!’ pleaded poor Alice in a piteous
tone. And she thought of herself, ‘I wish the creatures
wouldn’t be so easily offended!’
’You’ll get used to it in time,’ said the Caterpillar; and
it put the hookah into its mouth and began smoking again.
This time Alice waited patiently until it chose to speak
again. In a minute or two the Caterpillar took the hookah
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out of its mouth and yawned once or twice, and shook
itself. Then it got down off the mushroom, and crawled
away in the grass, merely remarking as it went, ‘One side
will make you grow taller, and the other side will make
you grow shorter.’
’One side of what? The other side of what?’ thought
Alice to herself.
’Of the mushroom,’ said the Caterpillar, just as if she
had asked it aloud; and in another moment it was out of
sight.
Alice remained looking thoughtfully at the mushroom
for a minute, trying to make out which were the two sides
of it; and as it was perfectly round, she found this a very
difficult question. However, at last she stretched her arms
round it as far as they would go, and broke off a bit of the
edge with each hand.
’And now which is which?’ she said to herself, and
nibbled a little of the right-hand bit to try the effect: the
next moment she felt a violent blow underneath her chin:
it had struck her foot!
She was a good deal frightened by this very sudden
change, but she felt that there was no time to be lost, as
she was shrinking rapidly; so she set to work at once to eat
some of the other bit. Her chin was pressed so closely
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against her foot, that there was hardly room to open her
mouth; but she did it at last, and managed to swallow a
morsel of the lefthand bit.
* * * *
’Come, my head’s free at last!’ said Alice in a tone of
delight, which changed into alarm in another moment,
when she found that her shoulders were nowhere to be
found: all she could see, when she looked down, was an
immense length of neck, which seemed to rise like a stalk
out of a sea of green leaves that lay far below her.
’What can all that green stuff be?’ said Alice. ‘And
where have my shoulders got to? And oh, my poor hands,
how is it I can’t see you?’ She was moving them about as
she spoke, but no result seemed to follow, except a little
shaking among the distant green leaves.
As there seemed to be no chance of getting her hands
up to her head, she tried to get her head down to them,
and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about
easily in any direction, like a serpent. She had just
succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and
was going to dive in among the leaves, which she found to
be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she had
been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in
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a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and was
beating her violently with its wings.
’Serpent!’ screamed the Pigeon.
’I’m not a serpent!’ said Alice indignantly. ‘Let me
alone!’
’Serpent, I say again!’ repeated the Pigeon, but in a
more subdued tone, and added with a kind of sob, ‘I’ve
tried every way, and nothing seems to suit them!’
’I haven’t the least idea what you’re talking about,’ said
Alice.
’I’ve tried the roots of trees, and I’ve tried banks, and
I’ve tried hedges,’ the Pigeon went on, without attending
to her; ‘but those serpents! There’s no pleasing them!’
Alice was more and more puzzled, but she thought
there was no use in saying anything more till the Pigeon
had finished.
’As if it wasn’t trouble enough hatching the eggs,’ said
the Pigeon; ‘but I must be on the look-out for serpents
night and day! Why, I haven’t had a wink of sleep these
three weeks!’
’I’m very sorry you’ve been annoyed,’ said Alice, who
was beginning to see its meaning.
’And just as I’d taken the highest tree in the wood,’
continued the Pigeon, raising its voice to a shriek, ‘and
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just as I was thinking I should be free of them at last, they
must needs come wriggling down from the sky! Ugh,
Serpent!’
’But I’m not a serpent, I tell you!’ said Alice. ‘I’m a—
I’m a—’
’Well! what are you?’ said the Pigeon. ‘I can see you’re
trying to invent something!’
’I—I’m a little girl,’ said Alice, rather doubtfully, as she
remembered the number of changes she had gone through
that day.
’A likely story indeed!’ said the Pigeon in a tone of the
deepest contempt. ‘I’ve seen a good many little girls in my
time, but never one with such a neck as that! No, no!
You’re a serpent; and there’s no use denying it. I suppose
you’ll be telling me next that you never tasted an egg!’
’I have tasted eggs, certainly,’ said Alice, who was a very
truthful child; ‘but little girls eat eggs quite as much as
serpents do, you know.’
’I don’t believe it,’ said the Pigeon; ‘but if they do, why
then they’re a kind of serpent, that’s all I can say.’
This was such a new idea to Alice, that she was quite
silent for a minute or two, which gave the Pigeon the
opportunity of adding, ‘You’re looking for eggs, I know
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that well enough; and what does it matter to me whether
you’re a little girl or a serpent?’
’It matters a good deal to me,’ said Alice hastily; ‘but
I’m not looking for eggs, as it happens; and if I was, I
shouldn’t want yours: I don’t like them raw.’
’Well, be off, then!’ said the Pigeon in a sulky tone, as
it settled down again into its nest. Alice crouched down
among the trees as well as she could, for her neck kept
getting entangled among the branches, and every now and
then she had to stop and untwist it. After a while she
remembered that she still held the pieces of mushroom in
her hands, and she set to work very carefully, nibbling first
at one and then at the other, and growing sometimes taller
and sometimes shorter, until she had succeeded in bringing
herself down to her usual height.
It was so long since she had been anything near the
right size, that it felt quite strange at first; but she got used
to it in a few minutes, and began talking to herself, as
usual. ‘Come, there’s half my plan done now! How
puzzling all these changes are! I’m never sure what I’m
going to be, from one minute to another! However, I’ve
got back to my right size: the next thing is, to get into that
beautiful garden—how is that to be done, I wonder?’ As
she said this, she came suddenly upon an open place, with
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a little house in it about four feet high. ‘Whoever lives
there,’ thought Alice, ‘it’ll never do to come upon them
this size: why, I should frighten them out of their wits!’ So
she began nibbling at the righthand bit again, and did not
venture to go near the house till she had brought herself
down to nine inches high.
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CHAPTER VI: Pig and Pepper
For a minute or two she stood looking at the house,
and wondering what to do next, when suddenly a
footman in livery came running out of the wood—(she
considered him to be a footman because he was in livery:
otherwise, judging by his face only, she would have called
him a fish)—and rapped loudly at the door with his
knuckles. It was opened by another footman in livery,
with a round face, and large eyes like a frog; and both
footmen, Alice noticed, had powdered hair that curled all
over their heads. She felt very curious to know what it
was all about, and crept a little way out of the wood to
listen.
The Fish-Footman began by producing from under his
arm a great letter, nearly as large as himself, and this he
handed over to the other, saying, in a solemn tone, ‘For
the Duchess. An invitation from the Queen to play
croquet.’ The Frog-Footman repeated, in the same solemn
tone, only changing the order of the words a little, ‘From
the Queen. An invitation for the Duchess to play croquet.’
Then they both bowed low, and their curls got
entangled together.
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Alice laughed so much at this, that she had to run back
into the wood for fear of their hearing her; and when she
next peeped out the Fish-Footman was gone, and the
other was sitting on the ground near the door, staring
stupidly up into the sky.
Alice went timidly up to the door, and knocked.
’There’s no sort of use in knocking,’ said the Footman,
‘and that for two reasons. First, because I’m on the same
side of the door as you are; secondly, because they’re
making such a noise inside, no one could possibly hear
you.’ And certainly there was a most extraordinary noise
going on within—a constant howling and sneezing, and
every now and then a great crash, as if a dish or kettle had
been broken to pieces.
’Please, then,’ said Alice, ‘how am I to get in?’
’There might be some sense in your knocking,’ the
Footman went on without attending to her, ‘if we had the
door between us. For instance, if you were inside, you
might knock, and I could let you out, you know.’ He was
looking up into the sky all the time he was speaking, and
this Alice thought decidedly uncivil. ‘But perhaps he can’t
help it,’ she said to herself; ‘his eyes are so very nearly at
the top of his head. But at any rate he might answer
questions.—How am I to get in?’ she repeated, aloud.
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’I shall sit here,’ the Footman remarked, ‘till
tomorrow—’
At this moment the door of the house opened, and a
large plate came skimming out, straight at the Footman’s
head: it just grazed his nose, and broke to pieces against
one of the trees behind him.
’—or next day, maybe,’ the Footman continued in the
same tone, exactly as if nothing had happened.
’How am I to get in?’ asked Alice again, in a louder
tone.
’Are you to get in at all?’ said the Footman. ‘That’s the
first question, you know.’
It was, no doubt: only Alice did not like to be told so.
‘It’s really dreadful,’ she muttered to herself, ‘the way all
the creatures argue. It’s enough to drive one crazy!’
The Footman seemed to think this a good opportunity
for repeating his remark, with variations. ‘I shall sit here,’
he said, ‘on and off, for days and days.’
’But what am I to do?’ said Alice.
’Anything you like,’ said the Footman, and began
whistling.
’Oh, there’s no use in talking to him,’ said Alice
desperately: ‘he’s perfectly idiotic!’ And she opened the
door and went in.
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The door led right into a large kitchen, which was full
of smoke from one end to the other: the Duchess was
sitting on a three-legged stool in the middle, nursing a
baby; the cook was leaning over the fire, stirring a large
cauldron which seemed to be full of soup.
’There’s certainly too much pepper in that soup!’ Alice
said to herself, as well as she could for sneezing.
There was certainly too much of it in the air. Even the
Duchess sneezed occasionally; and as for the baby, it was
sneezing and howling alternately without a moment’s
pause. The only things in the kitchen that did not sneeze,
were the cook, and a large cat which was sitting on the
hearth and grinning from ear to ear.
’Please would you tell me,’ said Alice, a little timidly,
for she was not quite sure whether it was good manners
for her to speak first, ‘why your cat grins like that?’
’It’s a Cheshire cat,’ said the Duchess, ‘and that’s why.
Pig!’
She said the last word with such sudden violence that
Alice quite jumped; but she saw in another moment that it
was addressed to the baby, and not to her, so she took
courage, and went on again:—
’I didn’t know that Cheshire cats always grinned; in
fact, I didn’t know that cats could grin.’
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’They all can,’ said the Duchess; ‘and most of ‘em do.’
’I don’t know of any that do,’ Alice said very politely,
feeling quite pleased to have got into a conversation.
’You don’t know much,’ said the Duchess; ‘and that’s a
fact.’
Alice did not at all like the tone of this remark, and
thought it would be as well to introduce some other
subject of conversation. While she was trying to fix on
one, the cook took the cauldron of soup off the fire, and
at once set to work throwing everything within her reach
at the Duchess and the baby —the fire-irons came first;
then followed a shower of saucepans, plates, and dishes.
The Duchess took no notice of them even when they hit
her; and the baby was howling so much already, that it
was quite impossible to say whether the blows hurt it or
not.
’Oh, please mind what you’re doing!’ cried Alice,
jumping up and down in an agony of terror. ‘Oh, there
goes his precious nose’; as an unusually large saucepan flew
close by it, and very nearly carried it off.
’If everybody minded their own business,’ the Duchess
said in a hoarse growl, ‘the world would go round a deal
faster than it does.’
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’Which would not be an advantage,’ said Alice, who felt
very glad to get an opportunity of showing off a little of
her knowledge. ‘Just think of what work it would make
with the day and night! You see the earth takes twentyfour
hours to turn round on its axis—’
’Talking of axes,’ said the Duchess, ‘chop off her head!’
Alice glanced rather anxiously at the cook, to see if she
meant to take the hint; but the cook was busily stirring the
soup, and seemed not to be listening, so she went on
again: ‘Twenty-four hours, I think; or is it twelve? I—’
’Oh, don’t bother ME,’ said the Duchess; ‘I never
could abide figures!’ And with that she began nursing her
child again, singing a sort of lullaby to it as she did so, and
giving it a violent shake at the end of every line:
’Speak roughly to your little boy,
And beat him when he sneezes:
He only does it to annoy,
Because he knows it teases.’
CHORUS
(In which the cook and the baby joined):—
’Wow! wow! wow!’
While the Duchess sang the second verse of the song,
she kept tossing the baby violently up and down, and the
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poor little thing howled so, that Alice could hardly hear
the words:—
’I speak severely to my boy,
I beat him when he sneezes;
For he can thoroughly enjoy
The pepper when he pleases!’
CHORUS
’Wow! wow! wow!’
’Here! you may nurse it a bit, if you like!’ the Duchess
said to Alice, flinging the baby at her as she spoke. ‘I must
go and get ready to play croquet with the Queen,’ and she
hurried out of the room. The cook threw a frying-pan
after her as she went out, but it just missed her.
Alice caught the baby with some difficulty, as it was a
queer- shaped little creature, and held out its arms and legs
in all directions, ‘just like a star-fish,’ thought Alice. The
poor little thing was snorting like a steam-engine when
she caught it, and kept doubling itself up and straightening
itself out again, so that altogether, for the first minute or
two, it was as much as she could do to hold it.
As soon as she had made out the proper way of nursing
it, (which was to twist it up into a sort of knot, and then
keep tight hold of its right ear and left foot, so as to
prevent its undoing itself,) she carried it out into the open
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air. ‘If I don’t take this child away with me,’ thought
Alice, ‘they’re sure to kill it in a day or two: wouldn’t it
be murder to leave it behind?’ She said the last words out
loud, and the little thing grunted in reply (it had left off
sneezing by this time). ‘Don’t grunt,’ said Alice; ‘that’s not
at all a proper way of expressing yourself.’
The baby grunted again, and Alice looked very
anxiously into its face to see what was the matter with it.
There could be no doubt that it had a very turn-up nose,
much more like a snout than a real nose; also its eyes were
getting extremely small for a baby: altogether Alice did not
like the look of the thing at all. ‘But perhaps it was only
sobbing,’ she thought, and looked into its eyes again, to
see if there were any tears.
No, there were no tears. ‘If you’re going to turn into a
pig, my dear,’ said Alice, seriously, ‘I’ll have nothing more
to do with you. Mind now!’ The poor little thing sobbed
again (or grunted, it was impossible to say which), and
they went on for some while in silence.
Alice was just beginning to think to herself, ‘Now,
what am I to do with this creature when I get it home?’
when it grunted again, so violently, that she looked down
into its face in some alarm. This time there could be no
mistake about it: it was neither more nor less than a pig,
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and she felt that it would be quite absurd for her to carry it
further.
So she set the little creature down, and felt quite
relieved to see it trot away quietly into the wood. ‘If it had
grown up,’ she said to herself, ‘it would have made a
dreadfully ugly child: but it makes rather a handsome pig,
I think.’ And she began thinking over other children she
knew, who might do very well as pigs, and was just saying
to herself, ‘if one only knew the right way to change
them—’ when she was a little startled by seeing the
Cheshire Cat sitting on a bough of a tree a few yards off.
The Cat only grinned when it saw Alice. It looked
good- natured, she thought: still it had very long claws and
a great many teeth, so she felt that it ought to be treated
with respect.
’Cheshire Puss,’ she began, rather timidly, as she did
not at all know whether it would like the name: however,
it only grinned a little wider. ‘Come, it’s pleased so far,’
thought Alice, and she went on. ‘Would you tell me,
please, which way I ought to go from here?’
’That depends a good deal on where you want to get
to,’ said the Cat.
’I don’t much care where—’ said Alice.
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’Then it doesn’t matter which way you go,’ said the
Cat.
’—so long as I get somewhere,’ Alice added as an
explanation.
’Oh, you’re sure to do that,’ said the Cat, ‘if you only
walk long enough.’
Alice felt that this could not be denied, so she tried
another question. ‘What sort of people live about here?’
’In that direction,’ the Cat said, waving its right paw
round, ‘lives a Hatter: and in that direction,’ waving the
other paw, ‘lives a March Hare. Visit either you like:
they’re both mad.’
’But I don’t want to go among mad people,’ Alice
remarked.
’Oh, you can’t help that,’ said the Cat: ‘we’re all mad
here. I’m mad. You’re mad.’
’How do you know I’m mad?’ said Alice.
’You must be,’ said the Cat, ‘or you wouldn’t have
come here.’
Alice didn’t think that proved it at all; however, she
went on ‘And how do you know that you’re mad?’
’To begin with,’ said the Cat, ‘a dog’s not mad. You
grant that?’
’I suppose so,’ said Alice.
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’Well, then,’ the Cat went on, ‘you see, a dog growls
when it’s angry, and wags its tail when it’s pleased. Now I
growl when I’m pleased, and wag my tail when I’m angry.
Therefore I’m mad.’
’I call it purring, not growling,’ said Alice.
’Call it what you like,’ said the Cat. ‘Do you play
croquet with the Queen to-day?’
’I should like it very much,’ said Alice, ‘but I haven’t
been invited yet.’
’You’ll see me there,’ said the Cat, and vanished.
Alice was not much surprised at this, she was getting so
used to queer things happening. While she was looking at
the place where it had been, it suddenly appeared again.
’By-the-bye, what became of the baby?’ said the Cat.
‘I’d nearly forgotten to ask.’
’It turned into a pig,’ Alice quietly said, just as if it had
come back in a natural way.
’I thought it would,’ said the Cat, and vanished again.
Alice waited a little, half expecting to see it again, but it
did not appear, and after a minute or two she walked on
in the direction in which the March Hare was said to live.
‘I’ve seen hatters before,’ she said to herself; ‘the March
Hare will be much the most interesting, and perhaps as
this is May it won’t be raving mad—at least not so mad as
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it was in March.’ As she said this, she looked up, and there
was the Cat again, sitting on a branch of a tree.
’Did you say pig, or fig?’ said the Cat.
’I said pig,’ replied Alice; ‘and I wish you wouldn’t
keep appearing and vanishing so suddenly: you make one
quite giddy.’
’All right,’ said the Cat; and this time it vanished quite
slowly, beginning with the end of the tail, and ending
with the grin, which remained some time after the rest of
it had gone.
’Well! I’ve often seen a cat without a grin,’ thought
Alice; ‘but a grin without a cat! It’s the most curious thing
I ever saw in my life!’
She had not gone much farther before she came in
sight of the house of the March Hare: she thought it must
be the right house, because the chimneys were shaped like
ears and the roof was thatched with fur. It was so large a
house, that she did not like to go nearer till she had
nibbled some more of the lefthand bit of mushroom, and
raised herself to about two feet high: even then she walked
up towards it rather timidly, saying to herself ‘Suppose it
should be raving mad after all! I almost wish I’d gone to
see the Hatter instead!’
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CHAPTER VII: A Mad Tea-Party
There was a table set out under a tree in front of the
house, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having
tea at it: a Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep,
and the other two were using it as a cushion, resting their
elbows on it, and talking over its head. ‘Very
uncomfortable for the Dormouse,’ thought Alice; ‘only, as
it’s asleep, I suppose it doesn’t mind.’
The table was a large one, but the three were all
crowded together at one corner of it: ‘No room! No
room!’ they cried out when they saw Alice coming.
‘There’s plenty of room!’ said Alice indignantly, and she sat
down in a large arm-chair at one end of the table.
’Have some wine,’ the March Hare said in an
encouraging tone.
Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing
on it but tea. ‘I don’t see any wine,’ she remarked.
’There isn’t any,’ said the March Hare.
’Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,’ said Alice
angrily.
’It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being
invited,’ said the March Hare.
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