There was a table set out under a tree in frontof the house,
and the March Hare and the Hatter were having tea atit:  a
Dormouse was sitting between them, fast asleep, and theother 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 allcrowded
together at one corner of it:  `No room!  Noroom!' they cried
out when they saw Alice coming.  `There's PLENTYof room!' said
Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large arm-chairat one
end of the table.

  `Have some wine,' the March Hare said in an encouragingtone.

  Alice looked all round the table, but there wasnothing 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 withoutbeing
invited,' said the March Hare.

  `I didn't know it was YOUR table,' said Alice;`it's laid for a
great many more than three.'

  `Your hair wants cutting,' said the Hatter. He had been
looking at Alice for some time with great curiosity,and this was
his first speech.

  `You should learn not to make personal remarks,'Alice said
with some severity; `it's very rude.'

  The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearingthis; but all
he SAID was, `Why is a raven like a writing-desk?'

  `Come, we shall have some fun now!' thought Alice. `I'm glad
they've begun asking riddles.--I believe I can guessthat,' she
added aloud.

  `Do you mean that you think you can find out theanswer to it?'
said the March Hare.

  `Exactly so,' said Alice.

  `Then you should say what you mean,' the MarchHare went on.

  `I do,' Alice hastily replied; `at least--at leastI mean what
I say--that's the same thing, you know.'

  `Not the same thing a bit!' said the Hatter. `You might just
as well say that "I see what I eat" is the same thingas "I eat
what I see"!'

  `You might just as well say,' added the March Hare,`that "I
like what I get" is the same thing as "I get what I like"!'

  `You might just as well say,' added the Dormouse,who seemed to
be talking in his sleep, `that "I breathe when I sleep"is the
same thing as "I sleep when I breathe"!'

  `It IS the same thing with you,' said the Hatter,and here the
conversation dropped, and the party sat silent for aminute,
while Alice thought over all she could remember aboutravens and
writing-desks, which wasn't much.

  The Hatter was the first to break the silence. `What day of
the month is it?' he said, turning to Alice:  hehad taken his
watch out of his pocket, and was looking at it uneasily,shaking
it every now and then, and holding it to his ear.

  Alice considered a little, and then said `The fourth.'

  `Two days wrong!' sighed the Hatter.  `I toldyou butter
wouldn't suit the works!' he added looking angrily atthe March
Hare.

  `It was the BEST butter,' the March Hare meeklyreplied.

  `Yes, but some crumbs must have got in as well,'the Hatter
grumbled:  `you shouldn't have put it in with thebread-knife.'

  The March Hare took the watch and looked at itgloomily:  then
he dipped it into his cup of tea, and looked at it again: but he
could think of nothing better to say than his first remark,`It
was the BEST butter, you know.'

  Alice had been looking over his shoulder with somecuriosity.
`What a funny watch!' she remarked.  `It tells theday of the
month, and doesn't tell what o'clock it is!'

  `Why should it?' muttered the Hatter.  `DoesYOUR watch tell
you what year it is?'

  `Of course not,' Alice replied very readily: `but that's
because it stays the same year for such a long time together.'

  `Which is just the case with MINE,' said the Hatter.

  Alice felt dreadfully puzzled.  The Hatter'sremark seemed to
have no sort of meaning in it, and yet it was certainlyEnglish.
`I don't quite understand you,' she said, as politelyas she
could.

  `The Dormouse is asleep again,' said the Hatter,and he poured
a little hot tea upon its nose.

  The Dormouse shook its head impatiently, and said,without
opening its eyes, `Of course, of course; just what Iwas going to
remark myself.'

  `Have you guessed the riddle yet?' the Hatter said,turning to
Alice again.

  `No, I give it up,' Alice replied:  `what'sthe answer?'

  `I haven't the slightest idea,' said the Hatter.

  `Nor I,' said the March Hare.

  Alice sighed wearily.  `I think you mightdo something better
with the time,' she said, `than waste it in asking riddlesthat
have no answers.'

  `If you knew Time as well as I do,' said the Hatter,`you
wouldn't talk about wasting IT.  It's HIM.'

  `I don't know what you mean,' said Alice.

  `Of course you don't!' the Hatter said, tossinghis head
contemptuously.  `I dare say you never even spoketo Time!'

  `Perhaps not,' Alice cautiously replied: `but I know I have to
beat time when I learn music.'

  `Ah! that accounts for it,' said the Hatter. `He won't stand
beating.  Now, if you only kept on good terms withhim, he'd do
almost anything you liked with the clock.  For instance,suppose
it were nine o'clock in the morning, just time to beginlessons:
you'd only have to whisper a hint to Time, and roundgoes the
clock in a twinkling!  Half-past one, time for dinner!'

  (`I only wish it was,' the March Hare said to itselfin a
whisper.)

  `That would be grand, certainly,' said Alice thoughtfully:
`but then--I shouldn't be hungry for it, you know.'

  `Not at first, perhaps,' said the Hatter: `but you could keep
it to half-past one as long as you liked.'

  `Is that the way YOU manage?' Alice asked.

  The Hatter shook his head mournfully.  `NotI!' he replied.
`We quarrelled last March--just before HE went mad, youknow--'
(pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) `--itwas at the
great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I hadto sing

           "Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
           How I wonder what you're at!"

You know the song, perhaps?'

  `I've heard something like it,' said Alice.

  `It goes on, you know,' the Hatter continued, `inthis way:--

           "Up above the world you fly,
           Like a tea-tray in the sky.
                   Twinkle, twinkle--"'

Here the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in itssleep
`Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle--' and went on solong that
they had to pinch it to make it stop.

  `Well, I'd hardly finished the first verse,' saidthe Hatter,
`when the Queen jumped up and bawled out, "He's murderingthe
time!  Off with his head!"'

  `How dreadfully savage!' exclaimed Alice.

  `And ever since that,' the Hatter went on in amournful tone,
`he won't do a thing I ask!  It's always six o'clocknow.'

  A bright idea came into Alice's head.  `Isthat the reason so
many tea-things are put out here?' she asked.

  `Yes, that's it,' said the Hatter with a sigh: `it's always
tea-time, and we've no time to wash the things betweenwhiles.'

  `Then you keep moving round, I suppose?' said Alice.

  `Exactly so,' said the Hatter:  `as the thingsget used up.'

  `But what happens when you come to the beginningagain?' Alice
ventured to ask.

  `Suppose we change the subject,' the March Hareinterrupted,
yawning.  `I'm getting tired of this.  I votethe young lady
tells us a story.'

  `I'm afraid I don't know one,' said Alice, ratheralarmed at
the proposal.

  `Then the Dormouse shall!' they both cried. `Wake up,
Dormouse!'  And they pinched it on both sides atonce.

  The Dormouse slowly opened his eyes.  `I wasn'tasleep,' he
said in a hoarse, feeble voice:  `I heard everyword you fellows
were saying.'

  `Tell us a story!' said the March Hare.

  `Yes, please do!' pleaded Alice.

  `And be quick about it,' added the Hatter, `oryou'll be asleep
again before it's done.'

  `Once upon a time there were three little sisters,'the
Dormouse began in a great hurry; `and their names wereElsie,
Lacie, and Tillie; and they lived at the bottom of awell--'

  `What did they live on?' said Alice, who alwaystook a great
interest in questions of eating and drinking.

  `They lived on treacle,' said the Dormouse, afterthinking a
minute or two.

  `They couldn't have done that, you know,' Alicegently
remarked; `they'd have been ill.'

  `So they were,' said the Dormouse; `VERY ill.'

  Alice tried to fancy to herself what such an extraordinaryways
of living would be like, but it puzzled her too much,so she went
on:  `But why did they live at the bottom of a well?'

  `Take some more tea,' the March Hare said to Alice,very
earnestly.

  `I've had nothing yet,' Alice replied in an offendedtone, `so
I can't take more.'

  `You mean you can't take LESS,' said the Hatter: `it's very
easy to take MORE than nothing.'

  `Nobody asked YOUR opinion,' said Alice.

  `Who's making personal remarks now?' the Hatterasked
triumphantly.

  Alice did not quite know what to say to this: so she helped
herself to some tea and bread-and-butter, and then turnedto the
Dormouse, and repeated her question.  `Why did theylive at the
bottom of a well?'

  The Dormouse again took a minute or two to thinkabout it, and
then said, `It was a treacle-well.'

  `There's no such thing!'  Alice was beginningvery angrily, but
the Hatter and the March Hare went `Sh! sh!' and theDormouse
sulkily remarked, `If you can't be civil, you'd betterfinish the
story for yourself.'

  `No, please go on!' Alice said very humbly; `Iwon't interrupt
again.  I dare say there may be ONE.'

  `One, indeed!' said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he
consented to go on.  `And so these three littlesisters--they
were learning to draw, you know--'

  `What did they draw?' said Alice, quite forgettingher promise.

  `Treacle,' said the Dormouse, without consideringat all this
time.

  `I want a clean cup,' interrupted the Hatter: `let's all move
one place on.'

  He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followedhim:  the
March Hare moved into the Dormouse's place, and Alicerather
unwillingly took the place of the March Hare.  TheHatter was the
only one who got any advantage from the change: and Alice was a
good deal worse off than before, as the March Hare hadjust upset
the milk-jug into his plate.

  Alice did not wish to offend the Dormouse again,so she began
very cautiously:  `But I don't understand. Where did they draw
the treacle from?'

  `You can draw water out of a water-well,' saidthe Hatter; `so
I should think you could draw treacle out of a treacle-well--eh,
stupid?'

  `But they were IN the well,' Alice said to theDormouse, not
choosing to notice this last remark.

  `Of course they were', said the Dormouse; `--wellin.'

  This answer so confused poor Alice, that she letthe Dormouse
go on for some time without interrupting it.

  `They were learning to draw,' the Dormouse wenton, yawning and
rubbing its eyes, for it was getting very sleepy; `andthey drew
all manner of things--everything that begins with anM--'

  `Why with an M?' said Alice.

  `Why not?' said the March Hare.

  Alice was silent.

  The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time,and was going
off into a doze; but, on being pinched by the Hatter,it woke up
again with a little shriek, and went on:  `--thatbegins with an
M, such as mouse-traps, and the moon, and memory, andmuchness--
you know you say things are "much of a muchness"--didyou ever
see such a thing as a drawing of a muchness?'

  `Really, now you ask me,' said Alice, very muchconfused, `I
don't think--'

  `Then you shouldn't talk,' said the Hatter.

  This piece of rudeness was more than Alice couldbear:  she got
up in great disgust, and walked off; the Dormouse fellasleep
instantly, and neither of the others took the least noticeof her
going, though she looked back once or twice, half hopingthat
they would call after her:  the last time she sawthem, they were
trying to put the Dormouse into the teapot.

  `At any rate I'll never go THERE again!' said Aliceas she
picked her way through the wood.  `It's the stupidesttea-party I
ever was at in all my life!'

  Just as she said this, she noticed that one ofthe trees had a
door leading right into it.  `That's very curious!'she thought.
`But everything's curious today.  I think I mayas well go in at once.'
And in she went.

  Once more she found herself in the long hall, andclose to the
little glass table.  `Now, I'll manage better thistime,'
she said to herself, and began by taking the little goldenkey,
and unlocking the door that led into the garden. Then she went
to work nibbling at the mushroom (she had kept a pieceof it
in her pocket) till she was about a foot high: then she walked down
the little passage:  and THEN--she found herselfat last in the
beautiful garden, among the bright flower-beds and thecool fountains.