as something very queer about the water, she thought, as every now and then the oars got fast in it, and would hardly come out again. - Feather! Feather! - the Sheep cried again, taking more needles. - You'll be catching a crab directly. - A dear little crab! - thought Alice. - I should like that. - Didn't you hear me say "Feather"? - the Sheep cried angrily, taking up quite a bunch of needles. - Indeed I did, - said Alice: - you've said it very often - and very loud. Please, where ARE the crabs? - In the water, of course! - said the Sheep, sticking some of the needles into her hair, as her hands were full. - Feather, I say! - WHY do you say "feather" so often? - Alice asked at last, rather vexed. 'I'm not a bird! - You are, - said the Sheet: - you're a little goose. This offended Alice a little, so there was no more conversation for a minute or two, while the boat glided gently on, sometimes among beds of weeds (which made the oars stick fast in the water, worse then ever), and sometimes under trees, but always with the same tall river-banks frowning over their heads. - Oh, please! There are some scented rushes! - Alice cried in a sudden transport of delight. - There really are - and SUCH beauties! - You needn't say "please" to ME about - em - the Sheep said, without looking up from her knitting: - I didn't put - em there, and I'm not going to take - em away. - No, but I meant - please, may we wait and pick some? - Alice pleaded. - If you don't mind stopping the boat for a minute. - How am _I_ to stop it? - said the Sheep. - If you leave off rowing, it'll stop of itself. So the boat was left to drift down the stream as it would, till it glided gently in among the waving rushes. And then the little sleeves were carefully rolled up, and the little arms were plunged in elbow-deep to get the rushes a good long way down before breaking them off - and for a while Alice forgot all about the Sheep and the knitting, as she bent over the side of the boat, with just the ends of her tangled hair dipping into the water - while with bright eager eyes she caught at one bunch after another of the darling scented rushes. - I only hope the boat won't tipple over! - she said to herself. Oh, WHAT a lovely one! Only I couldn't quite reach it. - And it certainly DID seem a little provoking ( - almost as if it happened on purpose, she thought) that, though she managed to pick plenty of beautiful rushes as the boat glided by, there was always a more lovely one that she couldn't reach. - The prettiest are always further! - she said at last, with a sigh at the obstinacy of the rushes in growing so far off, as, with flushed cheeks and dripping hair and hands, she scrambled back into her place, and began to arrange her new-found treasures. What mattered it to her just than that the rushes had begun to fade, and to lose all their scent and beauty, from the very moment that she picked them? Even real scented rushes, you know, last only a very little while - and these, being dream-rushes, melted away almost like snow, as they lay in heaps at her feet -but Alice hardly noticed this, there were so many other curious things to think about. They hadn't gone much farther before the blade of one of the oars got fast in the water and WOULDN'T come out again (so Alice explained it afterwards), and the consequence was that the handle of it caught her under the chin, and, in spite of a series of little shrieks of - Oh, oh, oh! - from poor Alice, it swept her straight off the seat, and down among the heap of rushes. However, she wasn't hurt, and was soon up again: the Sheep went on with her knitting all the while, just as if nothing had happened. - That was a nice crab you caught! - she remarked, as Alice got back into her place, very much relieved to find herself still in the boat. - Was it? I didn't see it, - Said Alice, peeping cautiously over the side of the boat into the dark water. - I wish it hadn't let go - I should so like to see a little crab to take home with me! - But the Sheep only laughed scornfully, and went on with her knitting. - Are there many crabs here? - said Alice. - Crabs, and all sorts of things, - said the Sheep: - plenty of choice, only make up your mind. Now, what DO you want to buy? - To buy! - Alice echoes in a tone that was half astonished and half frightened - for the oars, and the boat, and the river, had vanished all in a moment, and she was back again in the little dark shop. - I should like to buy an egg, please, - she said timidly. - How do you sell them? - Fivepence farthing for one - Twopence for two, - the Sheep replied. - Then two are cheaper than one? - Alice said in a surprised tone, taking out her purse. - Only you MUST eat them both, if you buy two, - said the Sheep. - Then I'll have ONE, please, - said Alice, as she put the money down on the counter. For she thought to herself, - They mightn't be at all nice, you know. The Sheep took the money, and put it away in a box: then she said - I never put things into people's hands - that would never do - you must get it for yourself. - And so saying, she went off to the other end of the shop, and set the egg upright on a shelf. - I wonder WHY it wouldn't do? - thought Alice, as she groped her way among the tables and chairs, for the shop was very dark towards the end. - The egg seems to get further away the more I walk towards it. Let me see, is this a chair? Why, it's got branches, I declare! How very odd to find trees growing here! And actually here's a little brook! Well, this is the very queerest shop I ever saw! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * So she went on, wondering more and more at every step, as everything turned into a tree the moment she came up to it, and she quite expected the egg to do the same. CHAPTER VI  Humpty Dumpty However, the egg only got larger and larger, and more and more human: when she had come within a few yards of it, she saw that it had eyes and a nose and mouth; and when she had come close to it, she saw clearly that it was HUMPTY DUMPTY himself. - It can't be anybody else! - she said to herself. - I'm as certain of it, as if his name were written all over his face. It might have been written a hundred times, easily, on that enormous face. Humpty Dumpty was sitting with his legs crossed, like a Turk, on the top of a high wall - such a narrow one that Alice quite wondered how he could keep his balance - and, as his eyes were steadily fixed in the opposite direction, and he didn't take the least notice of her, she thought he must be a stuffed figure after all. - And how exactly like an egg he is! - she said aloud, standing with her hands ready to catch him, for she was every moment expecting him to fall. - It's VERY provoking, - Humpty Dumpty said after a long silence, looking away from Alice as he spoke, - to be called an egg -VERY! - I said you LOOKED like an egg, Sir, - Alice gently explained. - And some eggs are very pretty, you know, she added, hoping to turn her remark into a sort of a compliment. - Some people, - said Humpty Dumpty, looking away from her as usual, - have no more sense than a baby! Alice didn't know what to say to this: it wasn't at all like conversation, she thought, as he never said anything to HER; in fact, his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree - so she stood and softly repeated to herself: - Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall: Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the King's horses and all the King's men Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty in his place again. - That last line is much too long for the poetry, - she added, almost out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear her. - Don't stand there chattering to yourself like that, - Humpty Dumpty said, looking at her for the first time, - but tell me your name and your business. - My NAME is Alice, but - It's a stupid name enough! - Humpty Dumpty interrupted impatiently. - What does it mean? - MUST a name mean something? - Alice asked doubtfully. - Of course it must, - Humpty Dumpty said with a sort laugh: - MY name means the shape I am - and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like your, you might be any shape, almost. - Why do you sit out here all alone? - said Alice, not wishing to begin an argument. - Why, because there's nobody with me! - cried Humpty Dumpty. - Did you think I didn't know the answer to THAT? Ask another. - Don't you think you'd be safer down on the ground? - Alice went on, not with any idea of making another riddle, but simply in her good-natured anxiety for the queer creature. - That wall is so VERY narrow! - What tremendously easy riddles you ask! - Humpty Dumpty growled out. - Of course I don't think so! Why, if ever I DID fall off which there's no chance of - but IF I did - Here he pursed his lips and looked so solemn and grand that Alice could hardly help laughing. - IF I did fall, - he went on, - THE KING HAS PROMISED ME WITH HIS VERY OWN MOUTH - to - to - To send all his horses and all his men, - Alice interrupted, rather unwisely. - Now I declare that's too bad! - Humpty Dumpty cried, breaking into a sudden passion. - You've been listening at doors - and behind trees - and sown chimneys - or you couldn't have known it! - I haven't, indeed! - Alice said very gently. - It's in a book. - Ah, well! They may write such things in a BOOK, - Humpty Dumpty said in a calmer tone. - That's what you call a History of England, that is. Now, take a good look at me! I'm one that has spoken to a King, _I_ am: mayhap you'll never see such another: and to show you I'm not proud, you may shake hands with me! - And he grinned almost from ear to ear, as he leant forwards (and as nearly as possible fell of the wall in doing so) and offered Alice his hand. She watched him a little anxiously as she took it. - If he smiled much more, the ends of his mouth might meet behind, - she thought: - and then I don't know what would happen to his head! I'm afraid it would come off! - Yes, all his horses and all his men, - Humpty Dumpty went on. - They'd pick me up again in a minute, THEY would! However, this conversation is going on a little too fast: let's go back to the last remark but one. - I'm afraid I can't quite remember it, - Alice said very politely. - In that case we start fresh, - said Humpty Dumpty, - and it's my turn to choose a subject - ( - He talks about it just as if it was a game! - thought Alice.) - So here's a question for you. How old did you say you were? Alice made a short calculation, and said - Seven years and six months. - Wrong! - Humpty Dumpty exclaimed triumphantly. - You never said a word like it! - I though you meant "How old ARE you?" - Alice explained. - If I'd meant that, I'd have said it, - said Humpty Dumpty. Alice didn't want to begin another argument, so she said nothing. - Seven years and six months! - Humpty Dumpty repeated thoughtfully. - An uncomfortable sort of age. Now if you'd asked MY advice, I'd have said "Leave off at seven" - but it's too late now. - I never ask advice about growing, - Alice said Indignantly. - Too proud? - the other inquired. Alice felt even more indignant at this suggestion. - I mean, - she said, - that one can't help growing older. - ONE can't, perhaps, - said Humpty Dumpty, - but TWO can. With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven. - What a beautiful belt you've got on! - Alice suddenly remarked. (They had had quite enough of the subject of age, she thought: and if they really were to take turns in choosing subjects, it was her turn now.) - At least, - she corrected herself on second thoughts, - a beautiful cravat, I should have said - no, a belt, I mean - I beg your pardon! - she added in dismay, for Humpty Dumpty looked thoroughly offended, and she began to wish she hadn't chosen that subject. - If I only knew, - the thought to herself, 'which was neck and which was waist! Evidently Humpty Dumpty was very angry, though he said nothing for a minute or two. When he DID speak again, it was in a deep growl. - It is a - MOST - PROVOKING - thing, - he said at last, - when a person doesn't know a cravat from a belt! - I know it's very ignorant of me, - Alice said, in so humble a tone that Humpty Dumpty relented. - It's a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say. It's a present from the White King and Queen. There now! - Is it really? - said Alice, quite pleased to find that she HAD chosen a good subject, after all. - They gave it me, - Humpty Dumpty continued thoughtfully, as he crossed one knee over the other and clasped his hands round it, - they gave it me - for an un-birthday present. - I beg your pardon? - Alice said with a puzzled air. - I'm not offended, - said Humpty Dumpty. - I mean, what IS and un-birthday present? - A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course. Alice considered a little. - I like birthday presents best, - she said at last. - You don't know what you're talking about! - cried Humpty Dumpty. - How many days are there in a year? - Three hundred and sixty-five, - said Alice. - And how many birthdays have you? - One. - And if you take one from three hundred and sixty-five, what remains? - Three hundred and sixty-four, of course. Humpty Dumpty looked doubtful. - I'd rather see that done on paper, he said. Alice couldn't help smiling as she took out her memorandum- book, and worked the sum for him: 365 1 --- 364 --- Humpty Dumpty took the book, and looked at it carefully. - That seems to be done right - he began. - You're holding it upside down! - Alice interrupted. - To be sure I was! - Humpty Dumpty said gaily, as she turned it round for him. - I thought it looked a little queer. As I was saying, that SEEMS to be done right - though I haven't time to look it over thoroughly just now - and that shows that there are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents - Certainly, - said Alice. - And only ONE for birthday presents, you know. There's glory for you! - I don't know what you mean by "glory," - Alice said. Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. - Of course you don't - till I tell you. I meant "there's a nice knock-down argument for you!" - But "glory" doesn't mean "a nice knock-down argument," - Alice objected. - When _I_ use a word, - Humpty Dumpty said in rather a scornful tone, - it means just what I choose it to mean - neither more nor less. - The question is, - said Alice, - whether you CAN make words mean so many different things. - The question is, - said Humpty Dumpty, - which is to be master that's all. Alice was too much puzzled to say anything, so after a minute Humpty Dumpty began again. - They've a temper, some of them -particularly verbs, they're the proudest - adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs - however, _I_ can manage the whole of them! Impenetrability! That's what _I_ say! - Would you tell me, please, - said Alice - what that means? - Now you talk like a reasonable child, - said Humpty Dumpty, looking very much pleased. - I meant by "impenetrability" that we've had enough of that subject, and it would be just as well if you'd mention what you mean to do next, as I suppose you don't mean to stop here all the rest of your life. - That's a great deal to make one word mean, - Alice said in a thoughtful tone. - When I make a word do a lot of work like that, - said Humpty Dumpty, - I always pay it extra. - Oh! - said Alice. She was too much puzzled to make any other remark. - Ah, you should see - em come round me of a Saturday night, - Humpty Dumpty went on, wagging his head gravely from side to side: - for to get their wages, you know. (Alice didn't venture to ask what he paid them with; and so you see I can't tell YOU.) - You seem very clever at explaining words, Sir, - said Alice. - Would you kindly tell me the meaning of the poem called "Jabberwocky"? - Let's hear it, - said Humpty Dumpty. - I can explain all the poems that were ever invented - and a good many that haven't been invented just yet. This sounded very hopeful, so Alice repeated the first verse: - Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. - That's enough to begin with, - Humpty Dumpty interrupted: - there are plenty of hard words there. "BRILLIG" means four o'clock in the afternoon - the time when you begin BROILING things for dinner. - That'll do very well, - said Alice: and "SLITHY"? - Well, "SLITHY" means "lithe and slimy." "Lithe" is the same as "active." You see it's like a portmanteau - there are two meanings packed up into one word. - I see it now, - Alice remarked thoughtfully: - and what are "TOVES"? - Well, "TOVES - are something like badgers - they're something like lizards - and they're something like corkscrews. - They must be very curious looking creatures. - They are that, - said Humpty Dumpty: - also they make their nests under sun-dials - also they live on cheese. - Andy what's the "GYRE" and to "GIMBLE"? - To "GYRE" is to go round and round like a gyroscope. To "GIMBLE" is to make holes like a gimblet. - And "THE WABE" is the grass-plot round a sun-dial, I suppose? said Alice, surprised at her own ingenuity. - Of course it is. It's called "WABE," you know, because it goes a long way before it, and a long way behind it - And a long way beyond it on each side, - Alice added. - Exactly so. Well, then, "MIMSY" is "flimsy and miserable" (there's another portmanteau for you). And a "BOROGOVE" is a thing shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking out all round something like a live mop. - And then "MOME RATHS"? - said Alice. - I'm afraid I'm giving you a great deal of trouble. - Well, a "RATH" is a sort of green pig: but "MOME" I'm not certain about. I think it's short for "from home" - meaning that they'd lost their way, you know. - And what does "OUTGRABE" mean? - Well, "OUTGRIBING" is something between bellowing and whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle: however, you'll hear it done, maybe - down in the wood yonder - and when you've once heard it you'll be QUITE content. Who's been repeating all that hard stuff to you? - I read it in a book, - said Alice. - But I had some poetry repeated to me, much easier than that, by - Tweedledee, I think it was. - As to poetry, you know, - said Humpty Dumpty, stretching out one of his great hands, - _I_ can repeat poetry as well as other folk, if it comes to that - Oh, it needn't come to that! - Alice hastily said, hoping to keep him from beginning. - The piece I'm going to repeat, - he went on without noticing her remark, - was written entirely for your amusement. Alice felt that in that case she really OUGHT to listen to it, so she sat down, and said - Thank you - rather sadly. - In winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight only I don't sing it, - he added, as an explanation. - I see you don't, - said Alice. - If you can SEE whether I'm singing or not, you're sharper eyes than most. - Humpty Dumpty remarked severely. Alice was silent. - In spring, when woods are getting green, I'll try and tell you what I mean. - Thank you very much, - said Alice. - In summer, when the days are long, Perhaps you'll understand the song: In autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and ink, and write it down. - I will, if I can remember it so long, - said Alice. - You needn't go on making remarks like that, - Humpty Dumpty said: - they're not sensible, and they put me out. - I sent a message to the fish: I told them "This is what I wish." The little fishes of the sea, They sent an answer back to me. The little fishes - answer was "We cannot do it, Sir, because - " - I'm afraid I don't quite understand, - said Alice. - It gets easier further on, - Humpty Dumpty replied. - I sent to them again to say "It will be better to obey." The fishes answered with a grin, "Why, what a temper you are in!" I told them once, I told them twice: They would not listen to advice. I took a kettle large and new, Fit for the deed I had to do. My heart went hop, my heart went thump; I filled the kettle at the pump. Then some one came to me and said, "The little fishes are in bed." I said to him, I said it plain, "Then you must wake them up again." I said it very loud and clear; I went and shouted in his ear. Humpty Dumpty raised his voice almost to a scream as he repeated this verse, and Alice thought with a shudder, - I wouldn't have been the messenger for ANYTHING! - But he was very stiff and proud; He said "You needn't shout so loud!" And he was very proud and stiff; He said "I'd go and wake them, if - " I took a corkscrew from the shelf: I went to wake them up myself. And when I found the door was locked, I pulled and pushed and knocked. And when I found the door was shut, I tried to turn the handle, but There was a long pause. - Is that all? - Alice timidly asked. - That's all, - said Humpty Dumpty. Good-bye. This was rather sudden, Alice thought: but, after such a VERY strong hint that she ought to be going, she felt that it would hardly be civil to stay. So she got up, and held out her hand. - Good-bye, till we meet again! - she said as cheerfully as she could. - I shouldn't know you again if we DID meet, - Humpty Dumpty replied in a discontented tone, giving her one of his fingers to shake; - you're so exactly like other people. - The face is what one goes by, generally, - Alice remarked in a thoughtful tone. - That - s just what I complain of, - said Humpty Dumpty. - Your face is that same as everybody has - the two eyes, so - (marking their places in the air with this thumb) - nose in the middle, mouth under. It's always the same. Now if you had the two eyes on the same side of the nose, for instance - or the mouth at the top - that would be SOME help. - It wouldn't look nice, - Alice objected. But Humpty Dumpty only shut his eyes and said - Wait till you've tried. Alice waited a minute to see if he would speak again, but as he never opened his eyes or took any further notice of her, she said - Good-bye! - once more, and, getting no answer to this, she quietly walked away: but she couldn't help saying to herself as she went, - Of all the unsatisfactory - (she repeated this aloud, as it was a great comfort have such a long word to say) - of all the unsatisfactory people I EVER met - She never finished the sentence, for at this moment a heavy crash shook the forest from end to end. CHAPTER VII  The Lion and the Unicorn The next moment soldiers cam running through the wood, at first in twos and threes, then ten or twenty together, and at last in such crowds that they seemed to fill the whole forest. Alice got behind a tree, for fear of being run over, and watched them go by. She thought that in all her life she had never seen soldiers so uncertain on their feet: they were always tripping over something or other, and whenever one went down, several more always fell over him, so that the ground was soon covered with little heaps of men. Then came the horses. Having four feet, these managed rather better than the foot-soldiers: but even THEY stumbled now and then; and it seemed to be a regular rule that, whenever a horse stumbled the rider fell off instantly. The confusion got worse every moment, and Alice was very glad to get out of the wood into an open place, where she found the White King seated on the ground, busily writing in his memorandum-book. - I've sent them all! - the Kind cried in a tone of delight, on seeing Alice. - Did you happen to meet any soldiers, my dear, as you came through the wood? - Yes, I did, - said Alice: several thousand, I should think. - Four thousand two hundred and seven, that's the exact number, - the King said, referring to his book. - I couldn't send all the horses, you know, because two of them are wanted in the game. And I haven't sent the two Messengers, either. They're both gone to the town. Just look along the road, and tell me if you can see either of them. - I see nobody on the road, - said Alice. - I only wish _I_ had such eyes, - the King remarked in a fretful tone. - To be able to see Nobody! And at that distance, too! Why, it's as much as _I_ can do to see real people, by this light! All this was lost on Alice, who was still looking intently along the road, shading her eyes with one hand. - I see somebody now! - she exclaimed at last. - But he's coming very slowly - and what curious attitudes he goes into! - (For the messenger kept skipping up and down, and wriggling like an eel, as he came along, with his great hands spread out like fans on each side.) - Not at all, - said the King. - He's an Anglo-Saxon Messenger - and those are Anglo-Saxon attitudes. He only does them when he's happy. His name ia Haigha. - (He pronounced it so as to rhyme with - mayor. - I love my love with an H, - Alice couldn't help beginning, - because he is Happy. I hate him with an H, because he is Hideous. I fed him with - with - with Ham-sandwiches and Hay. His name is Haigha, and he lives - He lives on the Hill, - the King remarked simply, without the least idea that he was joining in the game, while Alice was still hesitating for the name of a town beginning with H. - The other Messenger's called Hatta. I must have TWO, you know - to come and go. Once to come, and one to go. - I beg your pardon? - said Alice. - It isn't respectable to beg, - said the King. - I only meant that I didn't understand, - said Alice. - Why one to come and one to go? - Don't I tell you? - the King repeated impatiently. - I must have Two - to fetch and carry. One to fetch, and one to carry. At this moment the Messenger arrived: he was far too much out of breath to say a word, and could only wave his hands about, and make the most fearful faces at the poor King. - This young lady loves you with an H, - the King said, introducing Alice in the hope of turning off the Messenger's attention from himself - but it was no use - the Anglo-Saxon attitudes only got more extraordinary every moment, while the great eyes rolled wildly from side to side. - You alarm me! - said the King. - I feel faint - Give me a ham sandwich! On which the Messenger, to Alice's great amusement, opened a bag that hung round his neck, and handed a sandwich to the King, who devoured it greedily. - Another sandwich! - said the King. - There's nothing but hay left now, - the Messenger said, peeping into the bag. - Hay, then, - the King murmured in a faint whisper. Alice was glad to see that it revived him a good deal. - There's nothing like eating hay when you're faint, - he remarked to her, as he munched away. - I should think throwing cold water over you would be better, Alice suggested: - or some sal-volatile. - I didn't say there was nothing BETTER, - the King replied. - I said there was nothing LIKE it. - Which alice did not venture to deny. - Who did you pass on the road? - the King went on, holding out his hand to the Messenger for some more hay. - Nobody, - said the Messenger. - Quite right, - said the King: - this young lady saw him too. So of course Nobody walks slower than you. - I do my best, - the Messenger said in a sulky tone. - I'm sure nobody walks much faster than I do! - He can't do that, - said the King, - or else he'd have been here first. However, now you've got your breath, you may tell us what's happened in the town. - I'll whisper it, - said the Messenger, putting his hands to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet, and stooping so as to get close to the King's ear. Alice was sorry for this, as she wanted to hear the news too. However, instead of whispering, he simply shouted at the top of his voice - They're at it again! - Do you call THAT a whisper? - cried the poor King, jumping up and shaking himself. - If you do such a thing again, I'll have you buttered! It went through and through my head like an earthquake! - It would have to be a very tiny earthquake! - thought Alice. - Who are at it again? - she ventured to ask. - Why the Lion and the Unicorn, of course, - said the King. - Fighting for the crown? - Yes, to be sure, - said the King: - and the best of the joke is, that it's MY crown all the while! Let's run and see them. - And they trotted off, Alice repeating to herself, as she ran, the words of the old song: - The Lion and the Unicorn were fighting for the crown: The Lion beat the Unicorn all round the town. Some gave them white bread, some gave them brown; Some gave them plum-cake and drummed them out of town. - Does - the one - that wins - get the crown? - she asked, as well as she could, for the run was putting her quite out of breath. - Dear me, no! - said the King. - What an idea! - Would you - be good enough, - Alice panted out, after running a little further, - to stop a minute - just to get - one's breath again? - I'm GOOD enough, - the King said, - only I'm not strong enough. You see, a minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to stop a Bandersnatch! Alice had no more breath for talking, so the trotted on in silence, till they came in sight of a great crowd, in the middle of which the Lion and Unicorn were fighting. They were in such a cloud of dust, that at first Alice could not make out which was which: but she soon managed to distinguish the Unicorn by his horn. They placed themselves close to where Hatta, the other messenger, was standing watching the fight, with a cup of tea in one hand and a piece of bread-and-butter in the other. - He's only just out of prison, and he hadn't finished his tea when he was sent in, - Haigha whispered to Alice: - and they only give them oyster-shells in there - so you see he's very hungry and thirsty. How are you, dear child? - he went on, putting his arm affectionately round Hatta's neck. Hatta looked round and nodded, and went on with his bread and butter. - Were you happy in prison, dear child? - said Haigha. Hatta looked round once more, and this time a tear or two trickled down his cheek: but not a word would he say. - Speak, can't you! - Haigha cried impatiently. But Hatta only munched away, and drank some more tea. - Speak, won't you! - cried the King. 'How are they getting on with the fight? Hatta made a desperate effort, and swallowed a large piece of bread-and-butter. - They're getting on very well, - he said in a choking voice: - each of them has been down about eighty-seven times. - Then I suppose they'll soon bring the white bread and the brown? Alice ventured to remark. - It's waiting for 'em now, - said Hatta: - this is a bit of it as I'm eating. There was a pause in the fight just then, and the Lion and the Unicorn sat down, panting, while the King called out - Ten minutes allowed for refreshments! - Haigha and Hatta set to work at once, carrying rough trays of white and brown bread. Alice took a piece to taste, but it was VERY dry. - I don't think they'll fight any more to-day, - the King said to Hatta: - go and order the drums to begin. - And Hatta went bounding away like a grasshopper. For a minute or two Alice stood silent, watching him. Suddenly she brightened up. - Look, look! - she cried, pointing eagerly. "There's the White Queen running across the country! She came flying out of the wood over yonder - How fast those Queens CAN run! - There's some enemy after, her no doubt, - the King said, without even looking round. - That wood's full of them. - But aren't you going to run and help her? - Alice asked, very much surprised at his taking it so quietly. - No use, no use! - said the King. - She runs so fearfully quick. You might as well try to catch a Bandersnatch! But I'll make a memorandum about her, if you like - She's a dear good creature, - he repeated softly to himself, as he opened his memorandum-book. - Do you spell "creature" with a double "e"? At this moment the Unicorn sauntered by them, with his hands in his pockets. - I had the best of it this time? - he said to the King, just glancing at him as he passed. - A little - a little, - the King replied, rather nervously. - You shouldn't have run him through with your horn, you know. - It didn't hurt him, - the Unicorn said carelessly, and he was going on, when his eye happened to fall upon Alice: he turned round rather instantly, and stood for some time looking at her with an air of the deepest disgust. - What - is - this? - he said at last. - This is a child! - Haigha replied eagerly, coming in front of Alice to introduce her, and spreading out both his hands towards her in an Anglo-Saxon attitude. - We only found it to-day. It's as large as life, and twice as natural! - I always thought they were fabulous monsters! - said the Unicorn. - Is at alive? - It can talk, - said Haigha, solemnly. The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said - Talk, child. Alice could not help her lips curing up into a smile as she began: - Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too! I never saw one alive before! - Well, now that we HAVE seen each other, - said the Unicorn, - if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you. Is that a bargain? - Yes, if you like, - said Alice. - Come, fetch out the plum-cake, old man! - the Unicorn went on, turning from her to the King. - None of your brown bread for me! - Certainly - certainly! - the King muttered, and beckoned to Haigha. - Open the bag! - he whispered. - Quick! Not that one -that's full of hay! Haigha took a large cake out of the bag, and gave it to Alice to hold, while he got out a dish and carving-knife. How they all came out of it Alice couldn't guess. It was just like a conjuring-trick, she thought. The Lion had joined them while this was going on: he looked very tired and sleepy, and his eyes were half shut. - What's this! - he said, blinking lazily at Alice, and speaking in a deep hollow tone that sounded like the tolling of a great bell. - Ah, what IS it, now? - the Unicorn cried eagerly. - You'll never guess! _I_ couldn't. The Lion looked at Alice wearily. - Are you animal - vegetable or mineral? - he said, yawning at every other word. - It's a fabulous monster! - the Unicorn cried out, before Alice could reply. - Then hand round the plum-cake, Monster, - the Lion said, lying down and putting his chin on this paws. - And sit down, both of you, - (to the King and the Unicorn): - fair play with the cake, you know! The King was evidently very uncomfortable at laving to sit down between the two great creatures; but there was no other place for him. - What a fight we might have for the crown, NOW! - the Unicorn said, looking slyly up at the crown, which the poor King was nearly shaking off his head, he trembled so much. - I should win easy, - said the Lion. - I'm not so sure of that, - said the Unicorn. - Why, I beat you all round the town, you chicken! - the Lion replied angrily, half getting up as he spoke. Here the King interrupted, to prevent the quarrel going on: he was very nervous, and his voice quite quivered. - All round the town? - he said. - That's a good long way. Did you go by the old bridge, or the market-place? You get the best view by the old bridge. - I'm sure I don't know, - the Lion growled out as he lay down again. - There was too much dust to see anything. What a time the Monster is, cutting up that cake! Alice had seated herself on the bank of a little brook, with the great dish on her knees, and was sawing away diligently with the knife. - It's very provoking! - she said, in reply to the Lion (she was getting quite used to being called - the Monster'). - I've cut several slices already, but they always join on again! - You don't know how to manage Looking-glass cakes, - the Unicorn remarked. - Hand it round first, and cut it afterwards. This sounded nonsense, but Alice very obediently got up, and carried the dish round, and the cake divided itself into three pieces as she did so. - NOW cut it up, - said the Lion, as she returned to her place with the empty dish. - I say, this isn't fair! - cried the Unicorn, as Alice sat with the knife in her hand, very much puzzled how to begin. - The Monster has given the Lion twice as much as me! - She's kept none for herself, anyhow, - said the Lion. - Do you like plum-cake, Monster? But before Alice could answer him, the drums began. Where the noise came from, she couldn't make out: the air seemed full of it, and it rang through and through her head till she felt quite deafened. She started to her feet and sprang across the little brook in her terror, * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * and had just time to see the Lion and the Unicorn rise to their feet, with angry looks at being interrupted in their feast, before she dropped to her knees, and put her hands over her hears, vainly trying to shut out the dreadful uproar. - If THAT doesn't "drum them out of town," - she thought to herself, 'nothing ever will! CHAPTER VIII  - It's my own Invention After a while the noise seemed gradually to die away, till all was dead silence, and Alice lifted up her head in some alarm. There was no one to be seen, and her first thought was that she must have been dreaming about the Lion and the Unicorn and those still lying at her feet, on which she had tried to cut the plumcake, - So I wasn't dreaming, after all, - she said to herself, - unless - unless we're all part of the same dream. Only I do hope it's MY dream, and not the Red King's! I don't like belonging to another person's dream, - she went on in a rather complaining tone: - I've a great mind to go and wake him, and see what happens! At this moment her thoughts were interrupted by a loud shouting of - Ahoy! Ahoy! Check! and a Knight dressed in crimson armour, came galloping down upon her, brandishing a great club. Just as he reached her, the horse stopped suddenly: - You're my prisoner! - the Knight cried, as he tumbled off his horse. Startled as she was, Alice was more frightened for him than for herself at the moment, and watched