in reply; she could only sit and look at it and gasp.
"Make a remark," said the Red Queen; "it's ridiculous to leave all the conversation to the pudding!"
"Do you know, I've had such a quantity of poetry repeated to me to-day," Alice began, a little frightened at finding that the moment she opened her lips there was dead silence and all eyes were fixed upon her; "and it's a very curious thing, I think—every poem was about fishes in some way. Do you know why they're so fond of fishes all about here?"
She spoke to the Red Queen, whose answer was a little wide of the mark. "As to fishes," she said, very slowly and solemnly, putting her mouth close to Alice's ear, "her White Majesty knows a lovely riddle—all in poetry—all about fishes. Shall she repeat it?"
"Her Red Majesty's very kind to
