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Mad Tea-Party 7
On green grass, in front of the house, a table was under a tree. the March Hare and the Hatter were sipping tea. a sleeping Dormouse was sitting on a chair between them. the other two were using it as a cushion for resting their elbows. the three sat crowded together by a corner. “No room! No room!” the Mad hatter shouted, when he saw Alice coming. “There’s plenty of room!” she corrected him and sat in a large arm-chair beside the host-hare who offered, “take some snack.” Alice looked, but did not see any snacks. “I don’t see any,” she said. “There isn’t any,” it said. “Then don't offer,” replied Alice. it accused "sitting without invitation is rude." she answered, "it's set for a great many more than three.” Hatter asked, “Why is a raven like a desk?” [he hid the answer the common and very common letter e.] she commented gladly, "I can guess that.” the March Hare asked, “Do you mean that you can find the answer?”
“Exactly,” Alice answered. it argued, “you should say what you mean.” Alice insisted, "i did! I mean what I say." this time hatter argued, “Not the same. is ‘I see what I eat’ the same as ‘I eat what I see’!” Hare added "is 'I like what I get’ the same as ‘I get what I like’!” Dormouse added, "is ‘I breathe when I sleep’ the same as ‘I sleep when I breathe’!” it seemed to be talking in its sleep, The Mad Hatter turned to face her and asked “Which day of the month is it?” He had taken his watch [identical to that of the white rabbit] out of his pocket. he was looking at it worriedly and was repeatedly shaking it and holding it at his ear. Alice tried to remember until saying “The fourth of May.”
“Two days wrong” complained the Hatter. He turned to the hare and glared while accusing, “I told you butter wouldn’t oil the parts.” it replied, “It was the best butter, ” and took the watch and dipped it into his cup of hot tea. She saw it had 31 numbers instead of twelve. “What an odd watch!” she remarked. “for the day of the month, instead of the hour!” Hatter argued, “Does your watch show which year?” alice argued, "the year stays the same year for a long time, but hours change many times each day."
“Which is just the same,” said the Hatter. Alice felt very puzzled. The Hatter’s remark seemed to have no meaning, so she politely asked “I don’t understand you.” hatter explained, "Time and i quarrelled in March when he," now he was pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare, "went mad. The Dormouse is asleep again.” he rubbed a bit of butter on its nose. The Dormouse shook its head and said, with closed eyes, “Of course, of course! precisely what I was about to say.”
“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter asked, turning to Alice again. She shouted, “what’s the answer?” Hatter lied, “I forgot.” Alice sighed and said, “do something better with the time than waste it on riddles that have no answers.” Hatter replied, “If you knew Time as well as I do, you wouldn’t complain about wasting it. It is him. you never even spoke to Time!” Alice cautiously commented, “Perhaps not, but when I learn music I beat time .” hatter replied, “He won’t forgive beating. if you kept good terms with him, he’d do almost anything you asked with the clock. at time for lessons, Time could instantly move the clock to the time for dinner!” March Hare whispered, “I only wish it was.” She said, "i wouldn't feel hungry for it, yet," Hatter argued, "you could keep that time as long as you liked.” Alice asked, “do you ask such changes?” . The Hatter shook his head “Not since we argued” he replied. "at the great concert of the Queen of Hearts."
"concert?" asked alice. hatter continued, "I sang: ‘Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
how I wonder what you’re at?’ he asked, You know the song?” alice answered, “I’ve heard something like it,” hatter quoted the rest, "‘Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea-tray in the sky.’” the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep “Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle” repeating so long that they had to wet it to make it stop.
“before I finished the first part,” said the Hatter, “the Queen jumped up and yelled ‘He’s murdering the time! Off with his head!’”
“How dreadfully savage!” exclaimed Alice slowly, who was familiar with hanging by the kneck instead. hatter continued, “ever since that, he won’t do anything I ask. now It’s always six o’clock.” she asked Is that the reason so many tea things are here?” hatter hurriedly explained “Yes. it’s always tea-time," March Hare interrupted, yawning. “she should tell us a story.” she shrugged. hatter suggested, “Dormouse will” it opened its eyes. “I wasn’t asleep,” it lied."
“Tell us a story!” said the March Hare. she begged, “Yes, please do!” Dormouse began the story: "three little sisters sat at the bottom of a well." she interrupted, "What did they eat?" the Hatter and the March Hare shushed her, “Sh! sh!” it answered, "syrup."
“They couldn’t,” Alice gently commented; “they’d be ill.”
“they were,” it said, “very ill.”
“Take some more tea,” the March Hare said to Alice. Alice was surprised by the word more so replied, “I did not have any yet.” Hatter corrected her, “you can take more than nothing.”
“Nobody asked your opinion,” chorussed Alice and March Hare. she served herself some tea. They gave her buttered bread. she turned to the Dormouse, and asked, “Why did they live at the bottom of a well?”
"because it had some syrup," it explained and remarked, “If you dont like it, you finish the story.”
“No, please continue” Alice said very humbly. “I won’t interrupt again."
"they were learning to draw...” she interrupted again, “What did they draw?” forgetting her words. it answered, “Syrup,” Hatter said, “I want a clean cup, let’s all move one place.” He moved. the March Hare moved into the Dormouse’s chair accidently tipping the milk-jug into his previous plate. Alice wanted to stay but moved to the place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one with a clean cup. dormouse continued, "they were drawing syrup." She asked, "I don’t understand. Where did they draw the syrup?”
"you draw on paper," explaind the march hare. Hatter corrected him, “You can draw water out of a water-well, so you could draw syrup out from a syrup-well.”
“But they were IN the well,” Alice argued. it agreed, “they were well in.” This answer confused her. “They were learning to draw,” it continued, yawning and rubbing its eyes like someone very sleepy. “they drew
things that begin with an M”
“Why with an M?” asked Alice. “Why not?” replied the March Hare. The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was dozing until hatter pinched it. it gave a little shriek, and continued, “with an M, such as mouse-traps, moon, memory, and much." hare asked, "a drawing of memory? or much?” she felt very much confused and began, “I don’t think...”
“Then you shouldn’t talk,” said the Hatter. This rudeness was unbearable. she stood up and walked away. She looked back and saw they were trying to put the sleeping Dormouse into the teapot, and did not notice she had left. she was hoping he would apologize and call her. she walked into woods. Alice noticed that one of the trees had a door. she went in.
Once more she was in the low hall, near the glass table, so she took the little golden key. after unlocking the low door that led into the garden, she nibbled the mushroom that she had kept in a pocket. she was the size to fit the low door. she walked along the little passage. she stood at last in the beautiful garden, among the bright flowers and the cool fountains.
On green grass, in front of the house, a table was under a tree. the March Hare and the Hatter were sipping tea. a sleeping Dormouse was sitting on a chair between them. the other two were using it as a cushion for resting their elbows. the three sat crowded together by a corner. “No room! No room!” the Mad hatter shouted, when he saw Alice coming. “There’s plenty of room!” she corrected him and sat in a large arm-chair beside the host-hare who offered, “take some snack.” Alice looked, but did not see any snacks. “I don’t see any,” she said. “There isn’t any,” it said. “Then don't offer,” replied Alice. it accused "sitting without invitation is rude." she answered, "it's set for a great many more than three.” Hatter asked, “Why is a raven like a desk?” [he hid the answer the common and very common letter e.] she commented gladly, "I can guess that.” the March Hare asked, “Do you mean that you can find the answer?”
“Exactly,” Alice answered. it argued, “you should say what you mean.” Alice insisted, "i did! I mean what I say." this time hatter argued, “Not the same. is ‘I see what I eat’ the same as ‘I eat what I see’!” Hare added "is 'I like what I get’ the same as ‘I get what I like’!” Dormouse added, "is ‘I breathe when I sleep’ the same as ‘I sleep when I breathe’!” it seemed to be talking in its sleep, The Mad Hatter turned to face her and asked “Which day of the month is it?” He had taken his watch [identical to that of the white rabbit] out of his pocket. he was looking at it worriedly and was repeatedly shaking it and holding it at his ear. Alice tried to remember until saying “The fourth of May.”
“Two days wrong” complained the Hatter. He turned to the hare and glared while accusing, “I told you butter wouldn’t oil the parts.” it replied, “It was the best butter, ” and took the watch and dipped it into his cup of hot tea. She saw it had 31 numbers instead of twelve. “What an odd watch!” she remarked. “for the day of the month, instead of the hour!” Hatter argued, “Does your watch show which year?” alice argued, "the year stays the same year for a long time, but hours change many times each day."
“Which is just the same,” said the Hatter. Alice felt very puzzled. The Hatter’s remark seemed to have no meaning, so she politely asked “I don’t understand you.” hatter explained, "Time and i quarrelled in March when he," now he was pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare, "went mad. The Dormouse is asleep again.” he rubbed a bit of butter on its nose. The Dormouse shook its head and said, with closed eyes, “Of course, of course! precisely what I was about to say.”
“Have you guessed the riddle yet?” the Hatter asked, turning to Alice again. She shouted, “what’s the answer?” Hatter lied, “I forgot.” Alice sighed and said, “do something better with the time than waste it on riddles that have no answers.” Hatter replied, “If you knew Time as well as I do, you wouldn’t complain about wasting it. It is him. you never even spoke to Time!” Alice cautiously commented, “Perhaps not, but when I learn music I beat time .” hatter replied, “He won’t forgive beating. if you kept good terms with him, he’d do almost anything you asked with the clock. at time for lessons, Time could instantly move the clock to the time for dinner!” March Hare whispered, “I only wish it was.” She said, "i wouldn't feel hungry for it, yet," Hatter argued, "you could keep that time as long as you liked.” Alice asked, “do you ask such changes?” . The Hatter shook his head “Not since we argued” he replied. "at the great concert of the Queen of Hearts."
"concert?" asked alice. hatter continued, "I sang: ‘Twinkle, twinkle, little bat!
how I wonder what you’re at?’ he asked, You know the song?” alice answered, “I’ve heard something like it,” hatter quoted the rest, "‘Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea-tray in the sky.’” the Dormouse shook itself, and began singing in its sleep “Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle” repeating so long that they had to wet it to make it stop.
“before I finished the first part,” said the Hatter, “the Queen jumped up and yelled ‘He’s murdering the time! Off with his head!’”
“How dreadfully savage!” exclaimed Alice slowly, who was familiar with hanging by the kneck instead. hatter continued, “ever since that, he won’t do anything I ask. now It’s always six o’clock.” she asked Is that the reason so many tea things are here?” hatter hurriedly explained “Yes. it’s always tea-time," March Hare interrupted, yawning. “she should tell us a story.” she shrugged. hatter suggested, “Dormouse will” it opened its eyes. “I wasn’t asleep,” it lied."
“Tell us a story!” said the March Hare. she begged, “Yes, please do!” Dormouse began the story: "three little sisters sat at the bottom of a well." she interrupted, "What did they eat?" the Hatter and the March Hare shushed her, “Sh! sh!” it answered, "syrup."
“They couldn’t,” Alice gently commented; “they’d be ill.”
“they were,” it said, “very ill.”
“Take some more tea,” the March Hare said to Alice. Alice was surprised by the word more so replied, “I did not have any yet.” Hatter corrected her, “you can take more than nothing.”
“Nobody asked your opinion,” chorussed Alice and March Hare. she served herself some tea. They gave her buttered bread. she turned to the Dormouse, and asked, “Why did they live at the bottom of a well?”
"because it had some syrup," it explained and remarked, “If you dont like it, you finish the story.”
“No, please continue” Alice said very humbly. “I won’t interrupt again."
"they were learning to draw...” she interrupted again, “What did they draw?” forgetting her words. it answered, “Syrup,” Hatter said, “I want a clean cup, let’s all move one place.” He moved. the March Hare moved into the Dormouse’s chair accidently tipping the milk-jug into his previous plate. Alice wanted to stay but moved to the place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one with a clean cup. dormouse continued, "they were drawing syrup." She asked, "I don’t understand. Where did they draw the syrup?”
"you draw on paper," explaind the march hare. Hatter corrected him, “You can draw water out of a water-well, so you could draw syrup out from a syrup-well.”
“But they were IN the well,” Alice argued. it agreed, “they were well in.” This answer confused her. “They were learning to draw,” it continued, yawning and rubbing its eyes like someone very sleepy. “they drew
things that begin with an M”
“Why with an M?” asked Alice. “Why not?” replied the March Hare. The Dormouse had closed its eyes by this time, and was dozing until hatter pinched it. it gave a little shriek, and continued, “with an M, such as mouse-traps, moon, memory, and much." hare asked, "a drawing of memory? or much?” she felt very much confused and began, “I don’t think...”
“Then you shouldn’t talk,” said the Hatter. This rudeness was unbearable. she stood up and walked away. She looked back and saw they were trying to put the sleeping Dormouse into the teapot, and did not notice she had left. she was hoping he would apologize and call her. she walked into woods. Alice noticed that one of the trees had a door. she went in.
Once more she was in the low hall, near the glass table, so she took the little golden key. after unlocking the low door that led into the garden, she nibbled the mushroom that she had kept in a pocket. she was the size to fit the low door. she walked along the little passage. she stood at last in the beautiful garden, among the bright flowers and the cool fountains.
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