a good long way. Did you go by the old bridge, or the market-place? You get the best view by the old bridge."
"I'm sure I don't know," the Lion growled out, as he lay down again. "There was too much dust to see anything. What a time the Monster is cutting up that cake!"
Alice had seated herself on the bank of a little brook, with the great dish on her knees, and was sawing away diligently with the knife. "It's very provoking!" she said, in reply to the Lion (she was getting quite used to being called 'the Monster'). "I've cut several slices already, but they always join on again!"
"You don't know how to manage Looking-glass cakes," the Unicorn remarked. "Hand it round first, and cut it afterwards."
This sounded nonsense, but Alice very obediently got up and carried the dish round, and the cake divided
