Shall we be trotting home again?
But answer came there none—
And this was scarcely odd, because
They'd eaten every one."
"I like the Walrus best," said Alice, "because he was a little sorry for the poor oysters."
"He ate more than the Carpenter, though," said Tweedledee. "You see he held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count how many he took—contrariwise."
"That was mean!" Alice said, indignantly. "Then I like the Carpenter best—if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus."
"But he ate as many as he could get," said Tweedledum.
This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began: "Well! They were both very unpleasant characters—" Here she checked herself in some alarm at hearing something that sounded to her like the puffing of a large steam-engine
