`You can't think how glad I am to see you again,you dear old
thing!' said the Duchess, as she tucked her arm affectionately
into Alice's, and they walked off together.

  Alice was very glad to find her in such a pleasanttemper, and
thought to herself that perhaps it was only the pepperthat had
made her so savage when they met in the kitchen.

  `When I'M a Duchess,' she said to herself, (notin a very
hopeful tone though), `I won't have any pepper in mykitchen AT
ALL.  Soup does very well without--Maybe it's alwayspepper that
makes people hot-tempered,' she went on, very much pleasedat
having found out a new kind of rule, `and vinegar thatmakes them
sour--and camomile that makes them bitter--and--and barley-sugar
and such things that make children sweet-tempered. I only wish
people knew that:  then they wouldn't be so stingyabout it, you
know--'

  She had quite forgotten the Duchess by this time,and was a
little startled when she heard her voice close to herear.
`You're thinking about something, my dear, and that makesyou
forget to talk.  I can't tell you just now whatthe moral of that
is, but I shall remember it in a bit.'

  `Perhaps it hasn't one,' Alice ventured to remark.

  `Tut, tut, child!' said the Duchess.  `Everything'sgot a
moral, if only you can find it.'  And she squeezedherself up
closer to Alice's side as she spoke.

  Alice did not much like keeping so close to her: first,
because the Duchess was VERY ugly; and secondly, becauseshe was
exactly the right height to rest her chin upon Alice'sshoulder,
and it was an uncomfortably sharp chin.  However,she did not
like to be rude, so she bore it as well as she could.

  `The game's going on rather better now,' she said,by way of
keeping up the conversation a little.

  `'Tis so,' said the Duchess:  `and the moralof that is--"Oh,
'tis love, 'tis love, that makes the world go round!"'

  `Somebody said,' Alice whispered, `that it's doneby everybody
minding their own business!'

  `Ah, well!  It means much the same thing,'said the Duchess,
digging her sharp little chin into Alice's shoulder asshe added,
`and the moral of THAT is--"Take care of the sense, andthe
sounds will take care of themselves."'

  `How fond she is of finding morals in things!'Alice thought to
herself.

  `I dare say you're wondering why I don't put myarm round your
waist,' the Duchess said after a pause:  `the reasonis, that I'm
doubtful about the temper of your flamingo.  ShallI try the
experiment?'

  `HE might bite,' Alice cautiously replied, notfeeling at all
anxious to have the experiment tried.

  `Very true,' said the Duchess:  `flamingoesand mustard both
bite.  And the moral of that is--"Birds of a featherflock
together."'

  `Only mustard isn't a bird,' Alice remarked.

  `Right, as usual,' said the Duchess:  `whata clear way you
have of putting things!'

  `It's a mineral, I THINK,' said Alice.

  `Of course it is,' said the Duchess, who seemedready to agree
to everything that Alice said; `there's a large mustard-minenear
here.  And the moral of that is--"The more thereis of mine, the
less there is of yours."'

  `Oh, I know!' exclaimed Alice, who had not attendedto this
last remark, `it's a vegetable.  It doesn't looklike one, but it
is.'

  `I quite agree with you,' said the Duchess; `andthe moral of
that is--"Be what you would seem to be"--or if you'dlike it put
more simply--"Never imagine yourself not to be otherwisethan
what it might appear to others that what you were ormight have
been was not otherwise than what you had been would haveappeared
to them to be otherwise."'

  `I think I should understand that better,' Alicesaid very
politely, `if I had it written down:  but I can'tquite follow it
as you say it.'

  `That's nothing to what I could say if I chose,'the Duchess
replied, in a pleased tone.

  `Pray don't trouble yourself to say it any longerthan that,'
said Alice.

  `Oh, don't talk about trouble!' said the Duchess. `I make you
a present of everything I've said as yet.'

  `A cheap sort of present!' thought Alice. `I'm glad they don't
give birthday presents like that!'  But she didnot venture to
say it out loud.

  `Thinking again?' the Duchess asked, with anotherdig of her
sharp little chin.

  `I've a right to think,' said Alice sharply, forshe was
beginning to feel a little worried.

  `Just about as much right,' said the Duchess, `aspigs have to fly;
and the m--'

  But here, to Alice's great surprise, the Duchess'svoice died
away, even in the middle of her favourite word `moral,'and the
arm that was linked into hers began to tremble. Alice looked up,
and there stood the Queen in front of them, with herarms folded,
frowning like a thunderstorm.

  `A fine day, your Majesty!' the Duchess began ina low, weak
voice.

  `Now, I give you fair warning,' shouted the Queen,stamping on
the ground as she spoke; `either you or your head mustbe off,
and that in about half no time!  Take your choice!'

  The Duchess took her choice, and was gone in amoment.

  `Let's go on with the game,' the Queen said toAlice; and Alice
was too much frightened to say a word, but slowly followedher
back to the croquet-ground.

  The other guests had taken advantage of the Queen'sabsence,
and were resting in the shade:  however, the momentthey saw her,
they hurried back to the game, the Queen merely remarkingthat a
moment's delay would cost them their lives.

  All the time they were playing the Queen neverleft off
quarrelling with the other players, and shouting `Offwith his
head!' or `Off with her head!'  Those whom she sentencedwere
taken into custody by the soldiers, who of course hadto leave
off being arches to do this, so that by the end of halfan hour
or so there were no arches left, and all the players,except the
King, the Queen, and Alice, were in custody and undersentence of
execution.

  Then the Queen left off, quite out of breath, andsaid to
Alice, `Have you seen the Mock Turtle yet?'

  `No,' said Alice.  `I don't even know whata Mock Turtle is.'

  `It's the thing Mock Turtle Soup is made from,'said the Queen.

  `I never saw one, or heard of one,' said Alice.

  `Come on, then,' said the Queen, `and he shalltell you his
history,'

  As they walked off together, Alice heard the Kingsay in a low
voice, to the company generally, `You are all pardoned.' `Come,
THAT'S a good thing!' she said to herself, for she hadfelt quite
unhappy at the number of executions the Queen had ordered.

  They very soon came upon a Gryphon, lying fastasleep in the
sun.  (IF you don't know what a Gryphon is, lookat the picture.)
`Up, lazy thing!' said the Queen, `and take this younglady to
see the Mock Turtle, and to hear his history.  Imust go back and
see after some executions I have ordered'; and she walkedoff,
leaving Alice alone with the Gryphon.  Alice didnot quite like
the look of the creature, but on the whole she thoughtit would
be quite as safe to stay with it as to go after thatsavage
Queen:  so she waited.

  The Gryphon sat up and rubbed its eyes:  thenit watched the
Queen till she was out of sight:  then it chuckled. `What fun!'
said the Gryphon, half to itself, half to Alice.

  `What IS the fun?' said Alice.

  `Why, SHE,' said the Gryphon.  `It's all herfancy, that:  they
never executes nobody, you know.  Come on!'

  `Everybody says "come on!" here,' thought Alice,as she went
slowly after it:  `I never was so ordered aboutin all my life,
never!'

  They had not gone far before they saw the MockTurtle in the
distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge ofrock, and,
as they came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing asif his heart
would break.  She pitied him deeply.  `Whatis his sorrow?' she
asked the Gryphon, and the Gryphon answered, very nearlyin the
same words as before, `It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got
no sorrow, you know.  Come on!'

  So they went up to the Mock Turtle, who lookedat them with
large eyes full of tears, but said nothing.

  `This here young lady,' said the Gryphon, `shewants for to
know your history, she do.'

  `I'll tell it her,' said the Mock Turtle in a deep,hollow
tone:  `sit down, both of you, and don't speak aword till I've
finished.'

  So they sat down, and nobody spoke for some minutes. Alice
thought to herself, `I don't see how he can EVEN finish,if he
doesn't begin.'  But she waited patiently.

  `Once,' said the Mock Turtle at last, with a deepsigh, `I was
a real Turtle.'

  These words were followed by a very long silence,broken only
by an occasional exclamation of `Hjckrrh!' from the Gryphon,and
the constant heavy sobbing of the Mock Turtle. Alice was very
nearly getting up and saying, `Thank you, sir, for your
interesting story,' but she could not help thinking thereMUST be
more to come, so she sat still and said nothing.

  `When we were little,' the Mock Turtle went onat last, more
calmly, though still sobbing a little now and then, `wewent to
school in the sea.  The master was an old Turtle--weused to call
him Tortoise--'

  `Why did you call him Tortoise, if he wasn't one?'Alice asked.

  `We called him Tortoise because he taught us,'said the Mock
Turtle angrily:  `really you are very dull!'

  `You ought to be ashamed of yourself for askingsuch a simple
question,' added the Gryphon; and then they both satsilent and
looked at poor Alice, who felt ready to sink into theearth.  At
last the Gryphon said to the Mock Turtle, `Drive on,old fellow!
Don't be all day about it!' and he went on in these words:

  `Yes, we went to school in the sea, though youmayn't believe
it--'

  `I never said I didn't!' interrupted Alice.

  `You did,' said the Mock Turtle.

  `Hold your tongue!' added the Gryphon, before Alicecould speak
again.  The Mock Turtle went on.

  `We had the best of educations--in fact, we wentto school
every day--'

  `I'VE been to a day-school, too,' said Alice; `youneedn't be
so proud as all that.'

  `With extras?' asked the Mock Turtle a little anxiously.

  `Yes,' said Alice, `we learned French and music.'

  `And washing?' said the Mock Turtle.

  `Certainly not!' said Alice indignantly.

  `Ah! then yours wasn't a really good school,' saidthe Mock
Turtle in a tone of great relief.  `Now at OURSthey had at the
end of the bill, "French, music, AND WASHING--extra."'

  `You couldn't have wanted it much,' said Alice;`living at the
bottom of the sea.'

  `I couldn't afford to learn it.' said the MockTurtle with a
sigh.  `I only took the regular course.'

  `What was that?' inquired Alice.

  `Reeling and Writhing, of course, to begin with,'the Mock
Turtle replied; `and then the different branches of Arithmetic--
Ambition, Distraction, Uglification, and Derision.'

  `I never heard of "Uglification,"' Alice venturedto say.  `What is it?'

  The Gryphon lifted up both its paws in surprise. `What!  Never
heard of uglifying!' it exclaimed.  `You know whatto beautify is,
I suppose?'

  `Yes,' said Alice doubtfully:  `it means--to--make--anything--prettier.'

  `Well, then,' the Gryphon went on, `if you don'tknow what to
uglify is, you ARE a simpleton.'

  Alice did not feel encouraged to ask any more questionsabout
it, so she turned to the Mock Turtle, and said `Whatelse had you
to learn?'

  `Well, there was Mystery,' the Mock Turtle replied,counting
off the subjects on his flappers, `--Mystery, ancientand modern,
with Seaography:  then Drawling--the Drawling-masterwas an old
conger-eel, that used to come once a week:  HE taughtus
Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils.'

  `What was THAT like?' said Alice.

  `Well, I can't show it you myself,' the Mock Turtlesaid:  `I'm
too stiff.  And the Gryphon never learnt it.'

  `Hadn't time,' said the Gryphon:  `I wentto the Classics
master, though.  He was an old crab, HE was.'

  `I never went to him,' the Mock Turtle said witha sigh:  `he
taught Laughing and Grief, they used to say.'

  `So he did, so he did,' said the Gryphon, sighingin his turn;
and both creatures hid their faces in their paws.

  `And how many hours a day did you do lessons?'said Alice, in a
hurry to change the subject.

  `Ten hours the first day,' said the Mock Turtle:`nine the
next, and so on.'

  `What a curious plan!' exclaimed Alice.

  `That's the reason they're called lessons,' theGryphon
remarked:  `because they lessen from day to day.'

  This was quite a new idea to Alice, and she thoughtit over a
little before she made her next remark.  `Then theeleventh day
must have been a holiday?'

  `Of course it was,' said the Mock Turtle.

  `And how did you manage on the twelfth?' Alicewent on eagerly.

  `That's enough about lessons,' the Gryphon interruptedin a
very decided tone:  `tell her something about thegames now.'