Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
ning very angrily, but the Hatter and the March Hare went “Sh! sh!” and the Dormouse sulkily remarked: “If you can’t be civil, you’d better finish the story for yourself.”
“No, please go on!” Alice said very humbly. “I won’t interrupt you again. I dare say there may be one.”
“One, indeed!” said the Dormouse indignantly. However, he consented to go on. “And so these three little sisters—they were learning to draw, you know”
“What did they draw?” said Alice, quite forgetting her promise.
“Treacle,” said the Dormouse, without considering at all this time.
“I want a clean cup,” interrupted the Hatter: “let’s all move one place on.”
He moved as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare moved into the Dormouse’s place, and Alice rather unwillingly took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter 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 had just upset the milk-jug into his plate.
